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[livemoore]

Who: Liv Moore + You
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:

[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.

Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.

Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]

Comments

[geekorthodox]

[ The slow realization on her face shifts to a look of extreme worry for her friend. She's safe now, she reminds herself, but there's always that fear of what she'll be going back to now, what she'll face back home. ]

So they were going to - [ She reaches out, resting a hand on Liv's arm in comfort now. ] God, this is awful. I'm really glad you're here right now. For so many reasons. And if I have anything to say about it, you're gonna stay here.

[livemoore]

[ Liv manages a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes before she looks down, pressing her thumb into her palm. ]

My boyfriend and I were caught together. I...

[ She pauses, pressing her lips together and swallowing heavily. ]

I had to watch them execute him.

[geekorthodox]

[ Patterson doesn't hesitate then, reaching out to wrap her friend up in a tight hug. She kind of doesn't want to let her go, now. ]

I'm so, so sorry.

[ It's not the same at all as having to actually see your boyfriend be executed, but Patterson can understand the pain of losing a boyfriend. It's not something she wants to mention right now, though because this is about Liv. ]

I'm here. I know you know that, but I'm here.

[livemoore]

[ Liv lets herself fall into Patterson's arms, clinging to her tightly. ]

I got him killed. It was my fault, Patterson. First Claire, then I go home...

[ This is all she does. It's all she's ever done. ]

Why am I like this?

[geekorthodox]

[ She keeps her arms around her friend, just holding onto her solidly. ]

I don't know everything you're feeling or everything you're going through. But I know that place you're in when you think that maybe all you do is hurt people, maybe you're just doomed to have terrible things happen to you and around you.

[ Specifics about how and why she knows that aren't super important, or at the very least, they can come later. ]

So I don't have any wise words about how to stop feeling that way completely because what helped me was saying goodbye to my dead boyfriend and murdered coworker while I was in a coma. I don't think we need to go that extreme here. [ Pulling back a little, she smiles just slightly, rubbing Liv's shoulders for a moment. ] You're one of my best friends. So whatever you think right now, there's way more evidence on the other side of this proving that you're pretty awesome.

[livemoore]

[ Liv hears everything Patterson says; she knew the last time she went home she got hurt, but she's really downplayed how badly. Still, she tries to take in what her friend is saying and hold onto it. ]

Thank you. I mean, it's fresh, so I still feel like garbage, but at least when things start to clear up in my head, I'll have you, and everything you just said.

[ She leans against Patterson, closing her eyes. Liv's tired in a way that isn't really physical because she doesn't need sleep. It's emotional, and she needs this right now. ]

[geekorthodox]

[ It's sort of her MO, sorry Liv. She's often trying to downplay things like that. ]

Hey, you know what, sometimes we all just need to feel like garbage and be allowed to live in it for a little while. I get it. But you're really cute garbage, for the record.

[ She smiles just slightly, but just keeps a hold of her friend. There's nowhere she needs to go right now, so Liv gets held as long as she needs it. ]

[livemoore]

I mean, I try.

[ To be cute, she means. But that does make her smile a little. She doesn't move either, needing this a lot more than she realized. ]

I've watched two boyfriends now get shot. Execution style. If I could just...never have to see that again, ever, that'd be really great.