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voice » un: bambi

[gossipkinesis]

At least the gin is probably strong as fuck.

[ aka, she knows you're on the ship and she's trying NOT to freak out.]

voice; un: earl. gay

[endlessflask]

That's the only way to explain where everyone here thinks it's actually 1912 or whatever.

[gossipkinesis]

Do you mean that figuratively or literally? Like some kind of folie à deux bullshit?

[endlessflask]

I have no idea. Nearly everyone here is living some alternate timeline shit. They don't remember each other or Deerington.

[gossipkinesis]

But you do. What about Quentin and Julia?

[endlessflask]

Lost causes. Quentin's still flirting with me so it's not all bad.

[gossipkinesis]

Oh, so you're going to seduce him Kate Winslet style?

[endlessflask]

Am I going to seduce my potentially one day future husband in the hopes of getting out of my freezing as fuck cabin? Absolutely.

[gossipkinesis]

Oh jesus, are you in third class?

[endlessflask]

God, no. Second class. Which is a weird sort of class limbo. Anyway, I don't get any bougie heating in my cabin like first class, and I'm not down with the boilers like third class, so it's drafty. Quentin is in first class. Figures.

[gossipkinesis]

Well, clearly you must seduce your way into his cabin. I believe in you.


I'm trying to find a way to get you back.

[endlessflask]

It's Quentin. He's always thirsty, I don't think even the Titanic can change that.

I know you guys will figure out something to save us. I'm going to try and keep Julia and Quentin safe if the ship goes down.

[gossipkinesis]

I guess try to... have fun.. on the ship doomed to sink. Don't do the King of the World thing, okay?

Maybe find out of Leo is on the boat.

[endlessflask]

I like older dad-bod Leo over young twink Leo. And I've already told myself no Titanic clichés. If Quentin tries to kick me off a floating wreck in the ocean, I'm telling his ass to move over.

[gossipkinesis]

He's so full of hot air he can probably float by himself.

[endlessflask]

Be nice, Bambi. He's your best friend-in-law.

[gossipkinesis]

Yes, yes, you know I love floppy-haired Harry Potter in my own way.

[endlessflask]

I know you do. Stay safe over there, okay? It's gonna be shit if I survive the Titanic and come back to you being dead.

I AM USING THIS THREAD FOR SOMETHING---

[gossipkinesis]

You know I will.

[ she blows him a kiss and hangs up. BUT HEY SHE PICKS UP THE THREAD AGAIN ONCE SHE KNOWS THE SHIP IS GOING DOWN.]

Please fucking tell me that you're okay?

[endlessflask]

Define okay.

[ Does he really have time for this? He's sure Margo can hear the chaos erupting around him. ]

I think I got Julia to the boats okay. I'm looking for Quentin.

[gossipkinesis]

Fucking alive and with a plan to stay that way.

[ MAKE TIME FOR YOUR BFF.]

Good. Do you need me to message him and figure out where he is?

[endlessflask]

Uh. You can try. He's just sort of remembering things -

[ That's the sound of Eliot's Fluid being knocked out of his hands and the distant-to-clear swearing as he finds it again. ]

Neither of us is going to die.

[gossipkinesis]

Fucking shit, El.

[endlessflask]

Fucking shit because you think I’m incapable of saving us, or fucking shit this is really hitting the fan?

[gossipkinesis]

All of the fucking above. [ pause ] I hate that I have to stand by without being able to do anything to really help you, again.