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[Why are things floating.

Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.

She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.

She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]

'Sup, bitches.

[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]

[What she sends to her--crew, that's what she calls them. Her crew, like she's some fucking gangbanging idiot.

But they're not her friends, and allies sounds so formal. So crew it is. (She knows that Jesse is a surprisingly good hugger, that Mouse has a sweet smile, that Nikolai doesn't want to be called Nik. She has to be careful, here, because if she's not--she's going to end up wanting to keep them around. She'll actually like them, and then where will she be?)

(It's already over.)

What she sends them is different. Still things floating, still on a table, but she looks serious for once.]

'Kay.

Status reports, if you got 'em. And I got one.

So--we're Jesse, Mouse, and Nikolai, right now. And me, obvious. Jesse, Mouse, Nikolai is going to be our protection around here.

But that's complicated, because--I've got in with Loki, too, and he is--wicked dangerous. But I want what he's got. And he can be useful. But I'll handle him, 'kay? He doesn't know you, just me, and--look what I can do.

[She waves her hand around and smiles, briefly, before--serious, again.]

I'll drop him when we can't use him anymore. Promise. But stay the fuck away from him, he's bad fucking news.

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For example, shouting "nerb nerb nerb" nonstop. That's a smart action, correct? Oh, and mimicking what the other person said. Brilliant. Is that what you mean?

Yeah, it was stupid.

But what's worse--that or that you let it get to you?

Give me a moment to think. Hmm. Yes.

That.

Because?

Because that's the sort of thing we already thought of as childish and immature in second grade.

Again, it still got to you.

Like, laugh it off, don't have a bitch fit.

Correct me if I am wrong, but do people not typically laugh at that which is funny?

Yeah. Like me at that!

The cutting force of your verbiage has rendered me incapable of resisting. Oh, I rue my villainy now. I will renounce it and devote myself only to kind acts!

Snicker away. The fact remains that you comported yourself like a complete idiot.

'A complete idiot.'

That's what I said.

It doesn't count if I'm the one who had to tell you to sack up.

Once again you fail to make any sense whatsoever.

Brushing it off now doesn't count, bud.

Brushing what off? You make no sense!

You're sort of...slow, huh.

No. I'm not. I'm highly intelligent. You're just astonishingly bad at communication.

Computers say more interesting things than people. Why bother?

Computers say what they have been programmed to say. By humans. And that's no excuse for poor communcation.

Exactly. So you get what you ask for.

And yes it is.

All right. Then do you think it's acceptable for someone to say, "I don't know how to read because I'm able to spend all day entertaining myself picking my nose"?

Not my life. Who cares?

What you're saying is essentially analogous to that.

Like I said. Who cares?

I care.

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