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[vrituom]

Don't make me vomit.

[mistressery]

Careful with that. Vomit's a sign of approval in some cultures. Have you heard 'Sympathy for the Devil'? Literally about me. Cross my hearts.

And since we're talking, I'm beset on all sides by underdeveloped humans too, you know. They're utterly oblivious to my presence, but I'm not unaware of them.

Uni students are the worst. Change my mind.

[vrituom]

Yeah, I try to interact with them as little as possible.

[mistressery]

I'm a dirty little secret. I promised not to cause a scene. Best case scenario, they'll never know I'm here.

I understand you have a more active role.

[vrituom]

Not intentionally.

[mistressery]

The Doctor's fault, somehow? Wouldn't shock me.

[vrituom]

Or something.

[mistressery]

There's meant to be a strict noninterference policy, but I really cannot stress how few fucks us renegades give about policy.

[vrituom]

Oh, he isn't interfering. That's the problem.

[mistressery]

You want to be interfered with? Sounds dirty.

[vrituom]

Not me.

He protects this stupid planet. I never agreed to that.

[mistressery]

Tough tit. It's all about proximity and that's where the trouble is. 'Fuck it, might as well. I've got nothing else on' is where I settle when he asks me for my help.

[vrituom]

Yeah, didn't ask for your story.

[mistressery]

[has that ever stopped her before? can she even process or absorb that reply, that lack of interest? she's one hundred percent self-sustainable. she doesn't thrive off reactions. laughs at her own jokes too.]

And then I helpfully suggest killing somebody, and suddenly he's grouchy. One person, for a whole planet! It's not a high price to pay.

[vrituom]

You really don't know anything about the situation.

[mistressery]

Whose fault is that? Yours. You're a terrible conversationalist.

[vrituom]

There's a reason for that.

[mistressery]

Are you going to tell me the reason?

[vrituom]

I don't want a conversation.

[mistressery]

[I want a conversation. is on the tip of her fingers, because what other people want never used to matter. here and now, it matters somewhat. it trembles delicately on the verge of mattering.]

You're lucky I have any context whatsoever. It's a great big universe. He's never heard of half the places I've been, and vice versa. He's only mentioned you and the little prince in passing.

[vrituom]

Is there a point?

[mistressery]

I never need one, but I've no shortage of pointy things.

[vrituom]

( god who the fuck is this and how did she get stuck here )

I can't kill people.

[mistressery]

So I can't live vicariously through you? Aw, pity.

[vrituom]

I don't think you need me.