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74 Godiva Street, Wednesday Morning
Okay, so Death-- sorry, Didi-- might not've been able to get thoroughly tanked, but after a full pitcher of margaritas and then drinks at her place last night, Tamsin had passed out something fierce. Now she was paying for it with a hangover. A massive hangover.
"Ugh," she muttered, after the third time she woke up.
She hit the floor with a thump as she attempted to get out of bed. "Ugh," she repeated. "...Wait, am I still wearing my clothes?"
Yep. Last night's clothes. Ooookay. She clambered up to her feet and stumbled out into the hallway. What had she been doing yesterday night, anyway? She remembered something vaguely about having someone over, but it clearly wasn't for naked reasons. Probably told them to get lost at some point last night.
Right?
[[ for the anthropomorphic representation that did not, in fact, get lost last night. ]]
"Ugh," she muttered, after the third time she woke up.
She hit the floor with a thump as she attempted to get out of bed. "Ugh," she repeated. "...Wait, am I still wearing my clothes?"
Yep. Last night's clothes. Ooookay. She clambered up to her feet and stumbled out into the hallway. What had she been doing yesterday night, anyway? She remembered something vaguely about having someone over, but it clearly wasn't for naked reasons. Probably told them to get lost at some point last night.
Right?
[[ for the anthropomorphic representation that did not, in fact, get lost last night. ]]
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There were advantages to reality shaping itself to your wishes.
"Morning," she called, holding up the bag with a flourish. "I brought breakfast. You'll feel much better after you eat something."
For a not-booty call, Didi had morning after etiquette down.
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Death. Death had brought her breakfast.
She didn't have enough active brain cells right now, so she opted to ignore the former part of that sentence in favor of the three words at the end. "Breakfast," she sighed, "I love you right now."
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Hotel rooms were sterile and a little sad. Tamsin didn't exactly go overboard with the decor, but at least the space was hers.
She poked into the bag. "Do you want the sandwich with ham, or the one that's just egg and cheese? The smoothies are strawberry-banana. You can't go wrong with that."
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Okay, she took a brief stop by the bathroom to grab a painkiller. Eeeugh, brain.
"If Bright Eyes calls, tell her I'm not coming in to work."
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The fact she knew a valkyrie when she saw one didn't mean she knew every single thing.
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She finally found a seat at the table and sat down in it. "...Wait, did you stay over?"
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She didn't, strictly speaking, need sleep any more than she needed the sandwich in her hands. But when she wasn't working and things were quiet, it was nice to let it be quiet.
"Do you mind?"
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Teasing! Really!
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"Depends on who you ask. I have stuff," she said. "Some people don't have any stuff at all."
She'd be more articulate once that painkiller kicked in, but now she was going to bite into her sandwich.
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"I was going to get a hotel room until something better came along," she said,and shrugged a little, because it didn't sound very awe-inspiring at all.
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"So is this breakfast thing a one-time deal?" she asked, snagging a smoothie.
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After a beat, she added, "I'm just going to pretend I didn't say that to you, of all people."
This aspect of Death was way too nice and it was throwing her off.
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Not that she'd mind; she was just laying out the ground rules.
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Okay, that technically wasn't how it worked, but she'd technically been squatting here since she first got to the island and she was in no rush to change that. "No rent, just your fair share of the groceries and the dishwashing."
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"You're mayor?" she asked, frowning. "Wait, what happened to, um -- big guy. Robot arm. Nate something."
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Tamsin shrugged. "I got tired of being a detective," she said, "Then the old mayor bolted. Swanson, something."
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She liked people. It made sense.
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She took a sip of the smoothie. "Caritas or the adult playpen?"
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Ah, the old days.
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And Didi was a terribly soft touch for sad people.
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"Who doesn't get a tough deal?" she said.
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But valkyries were wired a bit differently than big-D Death, all in all.
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There was only one way a day -- or a life -- could end.
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Any squirrel who even dared to come near was getting glared at.
[[ the valkyrie bits NFB, s'il vous plait. ]]
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She wasn't going to accuse Tamsin of soft-peddling, but...
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"Yep," she said.
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She was a big sister five times over. She could do a lot with a skeptical eyebrow.
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What was a couple of centuries, anyway?
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Like tracking down the soul the Blood King had long since whisked away to who knew where - a task that would've been difficult even before Trick had wiped her memory of which soul it was and what the Blood King looked like.
She shrugged again. "Life's not so bad here," she said, "I'll live."
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