Carolina

[onequartershark]

● CAROLINA
It's just Carolina. North and South are other people.
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audio; the afternoon after the counselor's post

[bothbarrels]

I've been checking in with everyone this afternoon, though I suppose you won't be surprised to hear I didn't know you were here until this morning. Are you okay after everything that happened today?

I'd welcome you, too, but...you know.

[onequartershark]

I'm okay, North.

[ She sounds calm, at least. Of her old team, North is probably the least emotionally loaded one to talk to again. ]

Are you?

[bothbarrels]

Currently doing all right. Things have been somewhere on a scale of awkward to angering at turns, but I'm dealing with it.

[onequartershark]

Let's just say I know the feeling.

Partly, anyway.

South said you're not talking.

[bothbarrels]

That's pretty much the long and short of it.

You touch base with everyone who's here earlier, then?

[onequartershark]

Yes.

[ It's been A Day. ]

Situation normal.

[ She doesn't have to say the "all fucked up," they both know. ]

[bothbarrels]

Yeah. Understood.

I'd like to grab a meal with you sometime—sometime before the next mission—get reacquainted.

[onequartershark]

I'd like that too, North.

[ She makes plans to save him a seat at dinner.

...Then a shapeshifting monster runs loose on the rig and there are forcefield times, but she had no way of knowing that.

She feels like she should say more, somehow, but it's not coming to her. There's no rubric for having conversations with people who you remember as dead. She doesn't have a bunch of items she can check off to prove she did it right. And, it seems, practice isn't helping much either.

She'll hang out with North and get used to him being alive again. Maybe that will work. ]