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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

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[doitrockapella]

A lonely girl, dissatisfied with her life and dreaming of adventure, liked to sit in a window seat with faded roses patterning the fabric and read stories about a similar girl's adventures along a yellow brick road. Sometimes, as she was daydreaming about her lions and tigers and bears, she'd rest her head back and gaze out the window over the bay, always looking to the lights on the horizon and thinking, "Someday, I'll go there and see what there is to see."

And sometimes, late at night when the other girls were asleep, she'd tiptoe across the floor — avoiding all the creaky floorboards, of course, because of course she knew them all by heart — and sneak back to that window, drawing back the curtains long enough for her to catch a glimpse of the Yellow Brick Road, lit up and golden and just waiting for a pair of red shoes to set foot onto it someday.

She's a long way from that window seat now, with plenty of horizons between her and those faded roses. But it turns out there still really is no place like home.

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[explosivecombat]

What is that - is it some sort of actual thing where you live? One of those structures like the ones you were telling me about?

[doitrockapella]

It's a suspension bridge; one of the most famous in the world. That line of light is actually a road for cars to travel across, and the smattering of smaller lights on the left side of the horizon are part of the downtown area of the city I grew up near. The bridge itself has those two distinctive towers, one on each side, and it's about two miles long, all told.

[explosivecombat]

It's lovely; I've never seen anything quite like it, actually.

[doitrockapella]

The night I was brought here, I had the chance to look out my old window at that bridge. That's what I was doing just before I woke up in New Bark.

[explosivecombat]

Is it one of those sights that never gets old for you, then?

[doitrockapella]

Something like that. It makes me want to go home.

[explosivecombat]

With a view like that, I can't say I blame you.

[doitrockapella]

Speaking of going places, I saw the news the other day. Can I assume I'm off sequester now?

[explosivecombat]

Everything should be fine from here, yes.

I assume you'll be pleased about that much, at least.

[doitrockapella]

I'm ecstatic. Do you want to know how many fish I caught today?

[explosivecombat]

Go on. I'm actually curious now.

[doitrockapella]

Four Tentacool and a Carvanha. Also someone's misplaced boot, but given that that's not a fish, it doesn't count for the purposes of the question.

[explosivecombat]

You know, I can never decide if the idea of fishing is somewhat fascinating or entirely too disgusting to fathom; the latter has been winning out impressively over the former thus far.

I have been enjoying being able to see the ocean in general, however.

[doitrockapella]

Are you still in Fuchsia?

[explosivecombat]

No.

I generally don't stay in the cities I attack for very long; unless I'm required to stay somewhere, I usually leave as soon as my work is finished.

[doitrockapella]

With weather like this, I could be going through tomorrow, if I wanted.

And then I'm off again, and my whereabouts will be a mystery even to you once more.

[explosivecombat]

That's nice; you aren't getting mine, either, so we're even on that front.

[doitrockapella]

Well, isn't this a role reversal.

But no, that wasn't the suggestion of a game this time. Just fond musing on what a pleasure it was to have you know where I was for awhile.

[explosivecombat]

You're the only one who makes it so I don't, and you don't stop pointing it out after the fact.

So don't give me this "it was a pleasure to have you know" business.

[doitrockapella]

Were there any other ways you wanted to stamp out my attempts at a good mood while you were at it, then?

[explosivecombat]

Does it really not occur to you how legitimately grating it is when you do that?

[doitrockapella]

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Oh. Wait, hold on.

[...]

All right, I think...I see what it is.

[explosivecombat]

Go on.

[doitrockapella]

I made a passing remark without putting too much thought into the implications, received an answer that made me feel like I was being brushed off, compensated for it by pretending the brush-off didn't bother me, ended up called on that, tried again to recover, and ended up producing a whole chain of discourse that happens frequently enough to irritate you when it comes up. I think it's because I'm coming off defensive and dodgy instead of being straightforward, and that bothers you...?

I was aiming for some outcome, missed, and in trying to correct for it, made things worse instead. I think.