104 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

Thanks, Admiral. Best week ever.

Regina? We should talk.

[Spam for Kirk]

Shego had left the Infirmary pretty much as soon as she was able to walk unaided, winding up in her cabin just in time to have Regina George's file land in her lap. By the time she'd picked over the life story of Miss American Sociopath 2004, dealing with her felt like something that could wait until after she'd had some rest.

It was one of the only times she hadn't knocked on Kirk's door before letting herself in and making her way over to his bed. She couldn't tell if he was awake or not; she'd purposely made a bit of noise on her way into the room to warn him she was there.

"Jim?"

[OOC: Gah sorry for the Shego spam lately. THINGS KEEP HAPPENING.]

Comments

[fuglyslut]

Wait, you're my Warden? What are you, like, my age?

[gotgreenmagic]

Plus ten years, but thanks.

I'm guessing from your most recent entry that either you don't need to talk about port or don't want to talk about port. Either's fine by me.

Come to my cabin. Four-fifteen, down the hall from the gym.

[fuglyslut]

[Okay, she's actually mildly impressed by that first thing (and generally intent on ignoring the second, because God, what is with everyone and all this whining about the stupid port?), so she goes down a level, making plans to scope out Shego's skin regimen while she's there.]

[gotgreenmagic]

[You can't go in her bathroom, Regina. (But it's flawless. And all her makeup is specially formulated for her skin tone, at no small expense.)

She's already waiting at the door when Regina arrives and just steps back to let her in. She has her Gotham apartment now, and it doesn't really look lived in yet; there's not much in the way of personal touches and the soft furnishings are all hanging around the green-to-teal point of the spectrum, unsurprisingly. There's nothing beyond the windows except the black space beyond the Barge.]

Your file's on the couch if you want to read it. I mean - it's your life, I doubt you'll learn anything, but the option's available. You want a coffee or something?

[fuglyslut]

[It's all a little too Bauhaus for Regina's sumptuous tastes, but she can appreciate the taste level, anyway. As horrible as Shego was to her at first, she's starting to wonder if maybe this won't totally suck, after all.

And duh, of course she wants to read all about herself her file.]

You're so sweet. Cream, two sugars? [And she is going to sit down and dive right the hell into the file.]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego's mildly surprised that someone who obviously gives a shit about maintaining a dress size in negative numbers chugs all those empty calories - but then she remembers the weight gain bars and no, maybe not. So she disappears around the corner into the kitchen, leaving the sliding door open so she can still talk.]

How long have you been here now? Two, three weeks?

[fuglyslut]

[She's been planning a diet, but with all the activity her alter-ego got up to in the port, she's figuring that a splurge is affordable. She's earned it, anyway, right? ...Somehow.]

Two.

So you're pretty old, right? I mean-- [She looks up and smiles sweetly. For once, that may have been an honest misstep, because she's distracted by the self-gossip.] You've been here a long time?

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego can't see the smile from where she's coffee-ing, but she hears it in her tone and rolls her eyes. Kind of a weak burn when you assumed she was high school age to begin with, George.]

Two and a half years. I graduated last November, decided to stay on.

[fuglyslut]

[She's just absorbed in the file! Reading it over, she's still not sure what the hell she's doing here. What's in here that's all that bad, really? She reads it over again, replying to Shego distractedly.]

Seriously? Ew, why?

[gotgreenmagic]

Because I don't feel like I'm done here yet.

[She would go into more detail - that there's a sense of having run up a debt she needs to pay - but she doesn't really expect Regina to understand that at this point. The fact that she's here mostly for her deal with Admiral doesn't need to come up either; she knows her own response to Kirk suggesting the same wasn't pretty, though in retrospect it seems psychotic to be mad at someone to get paid for doing a job.]

When you've graduated? I'll be done.

[Maybe. Several complicating factors there. She picks up both cups of coffee - cream and sugar for Regina, black for her - and brings them back into the living area, setting them down on the table so she can sit down on the opposite couch.]

I'm so sorry this took me so long D:

[fuglyslut]

[Oh, Regina's heard stories about the infamous warden deals, and when she finally finishes poring over her file -- for now -- she looks up with a bland, innocuous smile, reaching for her coffee.]

Yeah, but you're also getting paid, right? I mean, you must be making something serious to stick around here. How much?

<3

[gotgreenmagic]

[She shrugs and sips her coffee.] I haven't decided yet. It all kinda depends on where I go when I'm done here.

[It's true. The original 'infinite pile of money' idea has more use in some places than others. Her metaphorical contract with the Admiral still has a lot of blank spaces for her to fill in when she's finished on the Barge.]

Anyway, whatever. We're not here to talk about me.

[fuglyslut]

Well, I think I should know. It's relevant to me, right? [How much is her redemption worth, Shego? >:c]

I mean, so I know your heart's really in it. [And also, she's not stupid enough to think this is going to be fun for her.]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Sigh.] I honestly have not decided yet, okay? All I can tell you is the Barge deals aren't a 'how much' kind of issue, generally. If all I wanted was money - there are easier ways. All you need to know is that I'm not gonna cut and run when you start getting super obnoxious. [A beat, then:] I promise.

[And now she can't run. Because she's not gonna pull a Kirk and throw that word around like it means nothing.]

[fuglyslut]

[That's only marginally what she wants to hear, but she accepts it for now, shrugging.]

Fine. We'll talk later.

So... what happens now? Is this, like... guidance counseling, or...?

[gotgreenmagic]

It could be. [Shego shrugs.] Nobody's working to a set of rules here. It depends on what works for a particular Inmate and a particular Warden. Personally I wasn't planning on trying to get you to talk about your feelings. [She arches an eyebrow.] Do you think you need guidance counseling?

[fuglyslut]

[Eek. Regina wrinkles her nose.] No? [She doesn't really think she needs to be here at all, of course. More than ever, now that she's read the file. Seriously, so what?]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego's already failed at the 'so did you know you're kind of a sociopath' talk once, she's not going to do it again. Regina can work that out on her own time.]

Okay. We need to talk about schedule. I'm not letting you just sit around and do nothing, that isn't healthy - so firstly, you're getting a job. At least ten hours a week. You can arrange that however you want. Since I don't feel like fighting with you over the imaginary fact that making food for other people would demean you for some reason, I think the library has spots open.

[fuglyslut]

[The second the word "job" comes out, Regina's mouth opens in horrified protest, and she's starts to squeak out an objection in the sort of pitch only dogs can hear, but winds up sitting there in shocked silence instead as Shego steamrollers her class ideals into the floor of her stupid chic apartment.]

I-- what? The library? What am I supposed to do in the library?

[gotgreenmagic]

....shelve books, update the catalogue, keep the place tidy. You know. It's a library. I was hoping you'd have at least heard of them during school. I'll talk to Chromie in a few days and get you fixed up.

[fuglyslut]

Keep the place tidy???

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego sips her coffee perfectly calmly as if there isn't a shrill teenager in her living room.]

If you'd rather spend your time wiping other people's sweat off the gym equipment then I can talk to the Wardens there instead.

[fuglyslut]

[There are inhuman sounds being produced right now, but eventually she manages an utterly indignant:] No thank you!!

[gotgreenmagic]

Super. Library it is then. And I'll be around - not on your case, but around - to make sure you actually put in some effort.

[She sits back, slinging one elbow over the backrest of the couch.]

You'll be spending another ten hours a week with me, and that's at times I'll be choosing.

[fuglyslut]

Doing what??

[She feels like her head is about to explode, but this clearly isn't working. She tries to calm down, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. It doesn't really work, but it's enough to put an icy smile on her face, hands tight around her mug, voice going sweet.]

On second thought, let's talk about the end and not the means. I'm here until I graduate, right? However long that takes? So why don't you tell me what it is you think I'm supposed to change? [And is it something she can convincingly fake or cheat?]