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apocalypsehowcomm2022-05-13 08:39 pm
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► LOG
Who: addison montgomery + you
When: the rest of may
Where: a bar, the library
Summary: tdm prompts, getting her feet, losing her feet (alcohol)
Warnings: drunken disaster addie
► THE LIBRARY
When: the rest of may
Where: a bar, the library
Summary: tdm prompts, getting her feet, losing her feet (alcohol)
Warnings: drunken disaster addie
► THE LIBRARY
Is this on yours too?► A BAR
( she'd made them do a printout of the list, grabbing a pen from one of the desks and scribbling notes on it. it was weird, having a list that had her name attached to it but without any memory of having read any of the books. not that she'd had time to read a book lately, her last vacation had gotten sidetracked and well-- apparently she was now in gloucester.
so she was ignoring it, analysing lists and trying to do something that felt fine and normal when nothing really felt fine and normal. as if her life was normal anymore anyway )
I can't say I recognise the name... Which is weird, right? Reading a book you don't know you've read and probably haven't actually read? Right?
[ copied from her tdm ]
( she'd found a bar, she'd found wine. more than one glass if addison was counting (she wasn't). there had been some very nice men that had tried to explain this place to her, had been gentle about it but it was hard to accept. they'd seemed nice, believable and something had wanted to believe them. but she couldn't.
it didn't help that even before coming here her head had been reeling, that her emotions had been blown up and focusing on anything else when there were answers that she needed was hard. answers that she couldn't get. her brother was sick, her could die and... she could do nothing.
so wine had been the good answer. wine had been the only answer. lots of wine was the answer because addison really didn't want to be able to think of anything )
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( she pauses, drinking some more before finishing her sentence )
What has you drinking? I mean I know why I'm drunk but why are you?
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Nothing in particular, really.
Maybe a little bit of everything, I don't know. Being in this place, everything about it...
[He waves a hand aimlessly.]
You?
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( she wasn't really running from anything except memories and guilt, of worry and the knowledge that here she couldn't do anything to help the people she loved )
Sometimes you just need to get really drunk.
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[He lifts his head to nod at her with a faint smile.]
Anything you want to talk about?
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( although it's not her patient but her brother who's the patient. but she can't help him or get any answers here )
I tried calling to sort something out but... nothing works.
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[He so gets it, he's found himself here, at this very spot--not literally, but like, figuratively--over a patient.]
What was the diagnosis?
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( which means the patient in question has to be something considering neuro isn't her field )
I'm trying to get a consult from the best neurosurgeon I know but he's in another state.
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I'm sorry.
[He takes a swig of his beer.]
Did you ever get that consult or...
[He taps the table idly. Did you end up here before you got an answer?]
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I've called... here I called. I didn't get chance to before. But no call I make... it doesn't work.
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She never got that consult.
His heart aches with the despair that she must be feeling, something that he knows a little about.]
Maybe someone else made the call. Back home, back where you're from.
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( there's an underlying but there. it's her brother and though there are people that care about him-- it's her brother, she has to fight for him )
I just hate that I won't know.
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[What if they never go back home? The possibility has occurred to him.
He has Carter here but he can only imagine if he left someone he cared about or loved in a situation like that.
If it had been Abby...]
I wouldn't give up hope. You never know what might happen. People here have disappeared, maybe gone back to their homes...I've seen the impossible happen. Who's to say that something impossibly good won't happen?
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I hope so. I can't think of the alternative.
( she's terrified of it but is pinning all of her hopes on derek. he can do it )
And if we're talking about hope and good... maybe we should continue that.
( if for the least of it being that she doesn't cry )
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All he can do is be here, and listen. So he nods.]
I like that. I think this place needs a little more hope and good, anyway.
[He nods at the bartender, ordering another beer.]
You know what I hope? I hope that we can use the crazy, impossible things of this world for good. To help people. I think it can happen.
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( she laughs slightly. it would be nice though, he isn't wrong there )
If you could do anything, say anything... what would you do to save people?
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[He echoes her laugh, a little, but goes a little quiet at what she says next.
What would he do?
He's already agreed to do something. Between him and Ade, what they've been planning, trying to find a loophole in this whole entity business...what horrors he has voluntarily signed himself up for...]
I would do whatever I can.
[He takes another sip of his beer. It hasn't been all that long since Africa.]
I think even saving just one person makes it worth it.
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Then I hope we can save at least one.
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[He taps his hand on the bar.]
And every person we can save is one win against those Entities.