etrayalogs | (closed) i need another hour of sleep

WHO: sophie, quentin, magik, scott, clive, kell-el
WHEN: ... august. for sure.
WHERE: corrine's cafe
WHAT: sophie is trying to connect some of her friends for mutual benefit.
NOTES\WARNINGS: if something comes up, it will be noted in the subject line.

(Look. Last mission? Complete disaster. Some got possessed, some got fucked up, some got kidnapped and experimented, some were left to their own devices, some were late arrivals. Reasons for this meeting include: extra layer of protection, as for some here are inexperienced, squishy, or both, and to keep a good eye on Sophie's dear OP friends, just in case some crazy shit happens again. Either way, everyone wins, right? Mission information through different networks, access to different powers on both sides, everyone wins.

And hopefully some of us fucking chill. Cough, Quentin, cough.

Corrine's Cafe is chill enough, although the fact she can't quite place the songs that are playing doesn't make her particularly happy, her eyebrows furrowing as she taps her finger on the table trying to figure out what damn Spice Girls-ish song is playing right now. Not like she knows all of them by heart or anything and this is not bothering her at all, her eyebrows are nearly pinched together because that's her neutral expression, absolutely.

At least she's distracted while they wait. Tap, tap, tap.)

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[ a raised eyebrow. ]

Why would I think it is?

(Why does she answer his questions with a question? To see what he says, of course.)

Then why do you think I had you try?

To make me more of a person or something.

Yup. It's small, but it's something. Did you hate it?

Why do I have to have a feeling about it?!

About me doing this, dummy. Do you want me to stop? Yes or no.

And you'd stop?

[ he's not sure now. maybe he's making a fuss out of nothing. ]

Up to you.

(Hahaha.)

I just don't . . . want to change so much that I lose sight of what I am.

Okay, that's literally not going to happen. Compromise, crazy idea, don't judge me. Let me try, okay? If you want to pump the brakes, we pump the brakes. If you think you can't do your mission because you've changed, I will personally erase all and reset you to factory settings. Like the cool friend I am.

How's that?

What an offer.

I'll pass on getting my memory erased.

Then you're gonna have to trust me that it's literally not going to happen.

Or you're gonna have to tell me to stop. One out of two.

. . . Fine.

I'll keep that in mind.

(Oh, he's getting her all up his space! She's tiptoeing and giving him a whole hug, look at that. Her chin rests on his shoulder, and ah, she's actually so genuinely happy!)

Cool! Thank you, by the way. For trusting me.

[ why is he being hugged, he's so stiff right now. ]

There's no reason why I shouldn't.

Well, I am the only one who kind of gets what you are going through. Except I want the change. God, I really damn want the change. So, I guess it's the company you've god anyway. Thanks even so.

(She's going to squeeze him just a little bit, just to make a point before she lets go. Was this his first hug.)