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[hacker]

[ NOTE: this is a mass post available for all your texting needs.

You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat. ]

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[panaceum]

[ she spins around in her chair, dressed basically like this. her room is more bare than usual, a bunch of her shit in boxes with labels like 'CLOTHES' 'ALCHEMY' 'VINTAGE'. pretty much all that's left out a bunch of empty beer bottles, an ash tray, some cigarette cartons, and a heavy comforter on the bed, as well as her computer ] Wouldn't be any fun if it stopped being weird.

[ambitionist]

Guess so. [he takes in the scene around him, head tilting curiously.]

So you're really leaving, huh? I know you were talking about it, but seeing it is different.

[panaceum]

Did you think that graduation was just some mythical day I would never reach? It's not as if alchemy is a six year degree.

[ambitionist]

I never went to college, alchemy or otherwise, so I dunno. I guess I didn't think too much about the timeline.

[panaceum]

Daddy bought me this education as an investment, you know.

He's gonna wanna cash in, now. [ she turns from him, moving to pick up a few cartons and toss them in the trash. ]

[ambitionist]

And work for him? [he leans back against the wall, thoughtful. sounds about right — not exactly like he knows piffy's dad personally, but he knows the type. how they work. 100% self-serving. ]

How do you feel about it? [he figures she must have known what she was getting into, but she probably wouldn't have brought it up in the first place unless she was feeling some sort of way about it.]

[panaceum]

I've been groomed for this since I was a kid. Feelings don't figure into it. [ she says it matter of factly, but her lip pulls down ] I just thought you'd want to know. Since I'll have to break our little rule and all.

[ambitionist]

[his shoulders roll in a shrug.] I mean ... you gotta do what you gotta do, right? Don't feel like — it's not a big deal.

[but he stumbles over his words. despite it seeming so obvious now, he wasn't really expecting this turn of events because planning for the future is not a thing he has a tendency of doing ... ever.]

[panaceum]

I'm not about to be breathing down your neck, don't worry. But if you want this-- [ she gestures between them without meeting his eyes ] to be a done deal at that point, I get it.

[ambitionist]

[he thinks on it for a second — gives it consideration, what his life would be like if he stopped seeing piffy.

and he actually ... finds it awful? so many of his flings around the castle and greater london are whatever. replaceable. if one fwb calls it quits, whatever, right? he's got more where that came from. but with piffy ... it's different. he let her in more than he meant to. he unloaded all his deep dark shit on her, and she stuck around.]

That's not what I want at all, actually.

[panaceum]

[ she freezes a bit in place, her fingers tracing up to her bracelet. her words stay remarkably even as she asks: ] It's not?

[ambitionist]

[ do i wanna know - arctic monkeys ]

No. [he shakes his head to reiterate the word.] At the risk of sounding cliche, you're not like the other girls. Or guys. Or anyone, really. We joke about needing the distance, but ... I guess I just never thought about what would happen when you'd have to come back to England. And now that I am, ... I dunno. Not seeing you anymore would make me sad. That's a dumb word, it's too small. Fuck that. I'd feel like a part of me was missing.

[panaceum]

[ she stiffens even more, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, a nervous edge to the look she gives him now, as if she's all too aware of the small confines of the room ] Alex.

This-- What we've got is a good thing. I'm just not sure it can be the same thing from now on. A lot of shit's gonna change in my life.

[ambitionist]

[he stiffens as soon as she says his name and then ... stays frozen. he was not expecting this. nope. but he also knows that maybe he should have been. and that makes him mad — at himself.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[panaceum]

It means my dad is gonna be watching my every move when I'm back home. And the moves of every person who gets anywhere near me.

I assume that's the last thing you want to deal with, all things considered.

[ambitionist]

Oh, like I give a shit. What, you think he won't like me?

[that's ... reasonable, he decides. there are a lot of things about him and his life that probably aren't parent-friendly. but HE'S NOT THE WORST EITHER GOD DAMN IT.]

[panaceum]

[ she folds her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows at him ] I think no girl is worth getting mixed back up with organized criminals for you. It's not a question of whether he likes you or not. In fact, it might be worse for you if he does.

[ambitionist]

[his raises his eyebrows back. petulant? yes. call 1-800-idgaf.] And I think you don't get to make that decision for me.

[panaceum]

Are you getting all sentimental on me, Special K? [ it's not clear how she feels about it if the answer is yes ] I thought you would want a clean break. Most do.

[ambitionist]

I know, I know. I have emotions. It's shocking. Call the press. [ he rolls his eyes a little, but almost smiles. almost. he enjoys her dumb names for him ok.] I'm a fan of the clean break. But I don't want a break, that's the point.

[panaceum]

So what exactly do you want?

[ambitionist]

I know things can't stay exactly the same, but maybe ... they could stay next to the same. You and me, having our thing, whenever. I get that you'll be more busy, but why's that so hard?

[panaceum]

Because here I have the freedom to get away with that. No one's watching my every move. No one's watching your every move because of me.

I can deal with it. You shouldn't have to.

[ambitionist]

[ he can only be in denial about what that would mean for him for so long. it's not good. he knows she's right, the logical thing to do would be for them to go their separate ways.

and yet ... ]

Is that what you want? Tell me what you want. If you can fuckin' look at me and tell me you don't wanna see me again, then fine.

[panaceum]

[ she squares her shoulders and lifts her eyes to his, clearly ready to say as much, her chin stubbornly jutting up. but the second they lock gazes, something crumples in her and she blinks, looking away almost instantly as she tries to fight back apparent tears ] That's not fucking fair.