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Date: 2024-10-21 03:56 am (UTC)The first long pause is the bookshelf. Jean can't not twitch just a little. It's disorganized. Books need to be organized or they're, they're...wrong, fundamentally and outrageously wrong. Fever no.
But that second pause is the frames. They arrest Jean entirely, sending them trailing off as they stop in place, struck dumb. Those are Jean's work, displayed in someone's home, as if they were real art. That. Can't be right, can it?
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Date: 2024-10-21 05:41 am (UTC)"I still have the others. Just don't have a house big enough to hang them all up in."
They had been a gift, freely given. They are still. They feel better to look at than pictures of places she'll never go and people she'll never meet.
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Date: 2024-10-21 05:55 am (UTC)They turn to Fever at last, scrubbing at their eyes. "You framed them," Jean murmurs, a touch of wonder in their voice. "I'm flattered, Comrade."
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Date: 2024-10-21 06:35 am (UTC)She'll politely not mention how deeply this seems to be affecting them. It might make them self conscious.
"Is it still flattery if it's what your work deserves?"
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Date: 2024-10-21 08:00 am (UTC)And if she's carefully watching to see Jean's reaction to bringing that up, then she's not going to make it obvious.
"Are they all badgering you still?"
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Date: 2024-10-21 08:07 am (UTC)Gebura had said: one more body for the pile is no great thing. But perhaps that depends on the body?
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Date: 2024-10-21 08:34 am (UTC)She asks it gently enough to make it seem like a normal question that people ask. But she needs to know. Needs to be able to consider whether what she's been toying with since the Gala is a good idea or not.
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Date: 2024-10-21 08:40 am (UTC)It's said quietly, but with absolute conviction. Jean could, should, have been another dead Rat from the Backstreets, unloved and unmourned. They showed their ugliness to others here, and those people had the temerity to accept Jean anyway. They won't take that gift only to turn around and see it denied to others out of hand.
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Date: 2024-10-21 09:17 am (UTC)She moves to go tend to the tea - the water is ready, by this point, and she'll set it up for steeping.
"Jean...what is it like for you, when you wear a Page?"
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Date: 2024-10-21 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-22 01:18 am (UTC)"Have you ever been able to talk with someone who gave you their Page while you wear it?"
She's getting to her point. Slowly.
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Date: 2024-10-22 08:41 am (UTC)The nugget beams.
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Date: 2024-10-22 09:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-22 10:04 am (UTC)......
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If reality had any kind of narrative justice, the tea kettle would start whistling right now. As it stands, Jean blinks in vague confusion and asks: "Us?"
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Date: 2024-10-22 10:24 am (UTC)It's not that Jean needs power, or another weapon. But it is a friend wondering how she might aid this fight that will be done one way or another."
"And I would want to see, and talk with you, but not if it risked harming you."
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Date: 2024-10-28 12:04 am (UTC)They're a little dumbstruck. Now the kettle whistles, and Jean startles violently, leaping a good foot into the air with an undignified yelp.
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Date: 2024-10-28 12:08 am (UTC)Letting them choose whether to accept or reject it. It's up to them.
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Date: 2024-10-28 12:20 am (UTC)Glancing back to Jean, she thinks, and then opens the cupboards to hunt for where she placed the cookies. They don't have to be eaten, but it's part of the Polite Hostessing she has learned.
"And I assumed that what you found therein, you would pass your own judgement upon."
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Date: 2024-10-28 12:40 am (UTC)After a great deal of silent thought, they nod, just once.
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Date: 2024-10-28 01:20 am (UTC)And then it comes, and she nods back.
"...I will answer questions about it, after you read it. But I ask that this information stays between us and us alone. You will understand why with all my strength I have chosen to stay far, far away from the Enforcers, and your militia as well."
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Date: 2024-10-28 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-30 10:05 pm (UTC)She makes a sweeping gesture to indicate that Jean can sit wherever they want in this apartment, because she has to abandon her tea for a moment. Kneels down in front of the altar, opening it up and reaching into the back, feeling for where she's hidden the Page away, having rolled it into a tight scroll and made it difficult to get to on purpose. Unlikely that someone would break into her house, but not impossible, and she takes it out, still shining, in its roll.
Looking back at Jean, there's something in her face. Something perhaps only they can understand, the sensation of handing someone a knife and gesturing at yourself. Go on. Cut.
"Where will you keep it?"
It's still in her hand. As long as it's in her hand, it's safe.
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Date: 2024-10-30 10:44 pm (UTC)Then they touch the bag they took with them. "My Pages stay within my notebooks," Jean murmurs. "And those only leave my person when I am asleep." Beat. "Or, hahaha. Ha. Being intimate."