Dairine Regan Callahan (
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Backdated to the 7th
Who: The Callahan sisters
What: Musings over people lost
When: The evening of Nov. 7
Where: Dairine's room
Rating: G? I doubt it would reach anything higher than PG
As evening approached, Dairine could be found working at her desk, going through the notes she had collected on Paradisa. While Dairine had gotten in a few spots of trouble recently, she still was feeling unusually happy. Her sister was here! In Paradisa! She had so many people she wanted to tell (and others that she would need to warn to back off). Dairine had put off making an announcement for the first week or so since she was still adjusting to the change, but she was going to do it! All her friends needed to hear about this!
She turns on the radio to see if Hard Harry has made the connection between their last names yet. However, when the time hits, she does not hear Mark's usual banter but Chell's. Her heart drops, and she turns off the radio. She probably should have guessed Mark was gone after last week's strange broadcast, but she hadn't gotten a letter or anything. Was that song really all he and Nora had left her?
Well, no. It wasn't. There was the radio. That green polo shirt from her first Christmas here. Nora's TARDIS painting. Still, no goodbye stung. She had really wanted to introduce them to Nita. Now she wouldn't have a chance, just like so many other friends she made here. Bucky, Steve, Alan, Peeta, Clint, Bunny, Toothless... Dairine hasn't even reached two years in Paradisa, yet many of her friends have long gone. With a sigh, Dairine pulls open her desk's drawer and takes out her most recent goodbye letter: Phoebe's. She moves over to sit on her bed, next to the stuffed rabbit toy Steve had gotten her. Phoebe also probably would have liked to meet Neets. They had a lot in common.
'At least she's back with her sisters,' Dairine thinks ruefully. How ironic that the moment Dairine gets her sister back, so did they.
What: Musings over people lost
When: The evening of Nov. 7
Where: Dairine's room
Rating: G? I doubt it would reach anything higher than PG
As evening approached, Dairine could be found working at her desk, going through the notes she had collected on Paradisa. While Dairine had gotten in a few spots of trouble recently, she still was feeling unusually happy. Her sister was here! In Paradisa! She had so many people she wanted to tell (and others that she would need to warn to back off). Dairine had put off making an announcement for the first week or so since she was still adjusting to the change, but she was going to do it! All her friends needed to hear about this!
She turns on the radio to see if Hard Harry has made the connection between their last names yet. However, when the time hits, she does not hear Mark's usual banter but Chell's. Her heart drops, and she turns off the radio. She probably should have guessed Mark was gone after last week's strange broadcast, but she hadn't gotten a letter or anything. Was that song really all he and Nora had left her?
Well, no. It wasn't. There was the radio. That green polo shirt from her first Christmas here. Nora's TARDIS painting. Still, no goodbye stung. She had really wanted to introduce them to Nita. Now she wouldn't have a chance, just like so many other friends she made here. Bucky, Steve, Alan, Peeta, Clint, Bunny, Toothless... Dairine hasn't even reached two years in Paradisa, yet many of her friends have long gone. With a sigh, Dairine pulls open her desk's drawer and takes out her most recent goodbye letter: Phoebe's. She moves over to sit on her bed, next to the stuffed rabbit toy Steve had gotten her. Phoebe also probably would have liked to meet Neets. They had a lot in common.
'At least she's back with her sisters,' Dairine thinks ruefully. How ironic that the moment Dairine gets her sister back, so did they.
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Not a good sign.
Nita crossed over to the bed and sat down next to her sister.
"What's up, Dair?" It's said casually, but there's that worried sister tone hiding in the background.
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...which compared to her track record is really not that bad.
Dairine doesn't look at Nita, but she doesn't tell her to buzz off either. Both could be seen as bad signs. The letter is still sitting on her lap. Dairine only seems to be half paying attention to it, as she's lost in thought.
"Not much," she says quietly, another sign that not all in well in Dairine Land. "Still can't find any good leads."
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"We'll work on that together." Two heads are better than one, after all.
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(She does, though, occasionally questions if leaving would be the right thing to do on a wizarding level. Why can't the Powers that Be make their plans more openly?)
"It won't be easy."
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So, no. It wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be their job, otherwise.
She gives a lopsided little smile and bumps her shoulder affectionately against her younger sister. "But 'easy' has never exactly been part of the job description."
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Then her powers fell. And their mom died. And now she was stuck in a place where she couldn't transit more than a small state's length away, and it sucked on so many levels.
"You just got here."
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"Look, Dair. You wanna just come out with it and tell me what's bothering you?"
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"...Someone left. A friend." A beat, then she amends her statement. "A few actually."
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"Do you want to talk about it or should I just leave you alone?"
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"It sucks being her, Neets," she whispers quietly. "Sometimes it's not so bad, and you can almost forget how cruel this place is. But when it sucks, it really sucks."
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