The Most Irritating Game

[dorkypantsuit]

Who: Ginko, Foster, and Psi
When: Day 43, Day 45, Day 46, depending.
Where: The Carnival Grounds
What: They really like playing telephone and I'm fucking sick of all these threads happening in inboxes.


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[dorkypantsuit]

This feels like dangerous territory, and the Psionic doesn't like it. He doesn't know what exactly Foster has in mind, but his tone is foreboding. Even frightening.

"You just have to convince her that you are better, that you've learned your lesson and that you aren't going to do anything dangerous in the future!"

[criticallyfucked]

Foster is fully aware that he can't trust the Psiionic, but this... this is exceptional, even for him. Whatever message Psi was hoping to impart has been lost. But it doesn't matter. He knows what he has to do.

He goes silent for... a few seconds--then laughs.

"I'll promise one of those."

Worthless thing that he is, he will never be 'better.' What he can and will be is another--whatever form of his defect she desires, whatever facade of a person she views as permissible for her purposes, he can be.

Similarly, he cannot and will not promise not to do anything dangerous. That would be ridiculous. No, he promises the opposite. He will do and be whatever dangerous or terrible thing she wishes, and so take that risk place of others... others, whose lives are necessary and valued.

[dorkypantsuit]

The frustration sets back in. It feels almost like they are having two completely different conversations.

"Foster." he starts, trying to get the other man's attention, or to at least pull him away from whatever he's started absolving to do in his own head.

"This isn't about promising anything to me or to her. I'm telling you, if you want her to let you switch departments you have to show her that you can act normal."