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Private to Steph:
You wanna give me the 411 on Babs, BG? 'Cause I thought you were the one with the bat suit.
[Barbara's folder is in her lap; a little crinkled, and hastily smoothed over from the half a dozen reading's she's managed so far. But she looks determined right now.]
[Faith's just sort of... staring at her lap, here; fidgeting a little; there's hand scrawled notes all over the place, quizzes she made up for herself - mostly hidden, but peeking out between papers. There's a look of almost panic on her face - and she can't quite get out the request for help.
Just... give her a moment, would ya?]
Private to Barbara:
[The folder's stashed behind her somewhere - no clue as to how much or little attention she's been paying; there's a casual look to her, as if she's not going crazy.]
You up for drinks, Babs?
[She's phrasing this like a request; but she will be down there knocking your door open in no time if you say no.]
Public:
[The file's back in her lap again; she's only spent the last ten minutes making sure it's presentable - fidgeting and going back and forth. She's used to being the impulsive sort - but now she's in charge of someone, and that's... that's scary.
Still, she puts on a smile, and tries to laugh.]
Guess the Admiral got tired of my free ride, huh?
You wanna give me the 411 on Babs, BG? 'Cause I thought you were the one with the bat suit.
[Barbara's folder is in her lap; a little crinkled, and hastily smoothed over from the half a dozen reading's she's managed so far. But she looks determined right now.]
Private to Buffy:
[Faith's just sort of... staring at her lap, here; fidgeting a little; there's hand scrawled notes all over the place, quizzes she made up for herself - mostly hidden, but peeking out between papers. There's a look of almost panic on her face - and she can't quite get out the request for help.
Just... give her a moment, would ya?]
Private to Barbara:
[The folder's stashed behind her somewhere - no clue as to how much or little attention she's been paying; there's a casual look to her, as if she's not going crazy.]
You up for drinks, Babs?
[She's phrasing this like a request; but she will be down there knocking your door open in no time if you say no.]
Public:
[The file's back in her lap again; she's only spent the last ten minutes making sure it's presentable - fidgeting and going back and forth. She's used to being the impulsive sort - but now she's in charge of someone, and that's... that's scary.
Still, she puts on a smile, and tries to laugh.]
Guess the Admiral got tired of my free ride, huh?
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Date: 2012-07-18 10:00 pm (UTC)From:Did you not mean to send this, or?
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Date: 2012-07-18 10:24 pm (UTC)From:It's just...
[She hesitates.]
How do you deal?
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Date: 2012-07-18 10:29 pm (UTC)From:Buffy sighs a little.]
This is about having an inmate, huh. [Buffy sits up a little straighter.] I wish I had an easy answer for you.
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Date: 2012-07-18 10:48 pm (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-19 08:09 am (UTC)From:You're not like that anymore. You're completely capable of doing this.
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Date: 2012-07-19 08:13 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-19 08:25 am (UTC)From:Faith. Why do you think you can't do it?
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Date: 2012-07-19 08:29 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-19 08:50 am (UTC)From:You also have a lot of good lessons you can teach an inmate, okay? You've been there, you know.
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Date: 2012-07-19 08:53 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-19 08:58 am (UTC)From:Buffy sighs, rubs her face, and collects herself.]
Look, Faith, I'm not a born leader. You know exactly just how good I can be as a leader. [Aka: NOT all that great.] I barely know any better than you do, okay? We just.. Do our best, and hope it works out.
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Date: 2012-07-19 09:02 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-21 06:32 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-21 07:11 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-21 07:17 am (UTC)From:[Pause. Sigh.] Another alternate dimension? Can I just take this opportunity right now to say how glad I am that we're from the same world? Cause..
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Date: 2012-07-21 07:20 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-21 07:26 am (UTC)From:I'm sure. [Teeeeeny smile.] Very sure. [Aaaand it's her turn to joke:] I'd want you to remember all the times I kicked your ass. [Big smile. No, she's not talking about the stabbing incident. She's trying to be teasing, to joke, not to bring on heavy things. Go with it, Faith.]
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Date: 2012-07-21 07:29 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-21 07:41 am (UTC)From:[A little more seriously, more genuine:] I'd be okay, good even, if you ever wanted to spar. I know we've never actually sparred, just beat each other up a lot, but. Hey, offer's there.
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Date: 2012-07-21 07:46 am (UTC)From:...And she's certainly not giving you the last word.
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Date: 2012-07-21 07:55 am (UTC)From:Then moves on to the more serious topic.] Do you still need to- About alternate batgirl.
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Date: 2012-07-21 08:00 am (UTC)From:[She hesitates, than reaffirms.]
It's... Barbara.
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Date: 2012-07-21 08:01 am (UTC)From:So..?
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Date: 2012-07-21 08:05 am (UTC)From:[Private | Video]
Date: 2012-07-21 08:10 am (UTC)From:I guess the first step is earning trust? Maybe she'll talk more.
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