nine ❅ spam

[bothfoulandfair]

[Open Spam]

[It's her first wish of the flood - I wish Anna was here - that probably convinces her to get out of her room at a time when other people might actually be out and about for the first time since their visit to the other Barge. Anna's rag doll shows up on her bed, smiling at her from across the room, and she's torn between picking the thing up and hugging it and rushing out of the room and staying out until the flood's over. Maybe Dillon won't mind her staying with him, or in the infirmary until it's done.

She calms down, though, and the doll winds up tagging along with her out on her little expedition.

And things seems fine, until she makes her second one - I wish getting along with people here was easier - and she finds her head shoved through the neck of an oversized t-shirt with the words "This is Our Get Along Shirt", one arm through the left shirtsleeve and... apparently, someone else is occupying the same neckhole and other shirtsleeve.

Honestly? She can't even bring herself to be angry.

For now.]

Is this something you're familiar with, outside of the Barge?

[ooc: I'm definitely looking for this to be more fluffy than traumatic for Elsa, otherwise anything is totally fair game. c:]

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[neverfeltbetter]

No, I think I got out of it this time.

[A quick look down.]

Mostly.

Do you mind me asking what triggered this?

[bothfoulandfair]

[Well, there's no use in lying, really. She probably at least owes him that much, considering the enormous inconvenience she's posing.]

I wished it was easier to get along with people, here. I'm sorry.

[neverfeltbetter]

Having some trouble making friends?

[He says it sympathetically.]

I guess this is one way to do it.

[bothfoulandfair]

I wouldn't have minded a simpler way.

[neverfeltbetter]

Sure, so would I.

But, you know, you seem like a nice enough girl. You didn't immediately try to stab me or claw my eyes out with your free hand. [And here, that's saying something.]

You've been nothing but polite this whole time. So, I don't see why people wouldn't get along with you.

[bothfoulandfair]

I haven't had a lot of experience meeting new people.

[neverfeltbetter]

No time like the present.

[Thankfully they have finally come to his door. He quickly opens it and leads her, at a shuffle, inside. There's a knife sitting out on his desk that he can use to try cutting into the fabric. He edges them towards it.]

Hopefully this'll work. Afterwards, we can try continue this conversation a little more comfortably.

[bothfoulandfair]

In the mean time, I'll do my best not to wish for anything else.

[It even sounds a tiny bit like a joke!]

[neverfeltbetter]

[He rewards her with a smile at it.]

Okay, just hold still here.

[He pokes the knife into the fabric and begins to saw at it, slowly downward.]

[bothfoulandfair]

[Elsa pulls the fabric taut to make it easier to cut, and when the threads do actually part, she lets out a soft sigh.]

That's a relief.

[neverfeltbetter]

Whew, yeah.

[He sighs in relief when he finally has the whole thing split and is able to shrug out of his half.]

That's a lot better.

Listen, you're welcome to stick around a little if you want.

[But his feelings won't be hurt if she just wants to book it now that's she's free.]