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[gidge]

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PIC PROMPTS / TFLN / RANDOM SCENARIO

ACTIVE: bridget 'birdie' lewis (vampire: the masquerade oc) SEMI: jessica jones (netflix mcu); han solo (star wars); steve harrington (stranger things); INACTIVE: too many to list

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Birdie has experience, at least, with being a Childe. Years with Lorelai, years spent listening to instruction, both kind and not, about the world she moved through and the things she should and should not do. Years, too, being guided by the Elders in her bloodline in much the same way, sometimes gentle and sometimes uproariously not depending on the evening's revelations. Then, most recently, the paternalistic fervor of Edward and his insistence on knowing what's best, what's right, what's good for her.

Those sentiments don't color what goes on between herself and Ouija. If she's lead, it's because she asked to be in the moment. More often than not it's sharing information, sharing time. Being seen less as a Neonate and more as a peer, which is refreshing after... Well, everything.

(For the record, none of those 'beware of Setites and their many drugs and serpentine wiles' pamphlets had been accurate.)

"Only half-drunk? You're giving him a lot of credit." If that comes out of her mouth seeming strongly bitter, well, it's because she is. And she opts to not address the other part, the reason for enduring that shitshow -- a descriptor of the whole Denver situation that she likes because it works on multiple levels of meaning. She doesn't want to argue the finer points of 'fault' at the moment. Not in the open air.

That last question, though, has her scrunching up her nose at Ouija and letting go of their wrist with one hand so she can gesture vaguely in the floodgate that's now been opened regarding Musical Opinions.

"Honkytonk could be good, which is the worst part of it! It's not far off from folk, but no one sees fit to even try and make it sound good anymore. Or sing about anything other than getting drunk, or some self-pitying nonsense."

Is Ouija prepared for what they've just unleashed? Because if they don't interject, they're in for a full minute to five minute rant about the state of modern country music, lyricism, unions, and steel guitars, one hand continuing to gesture wildly and emphatically while the other remains with fingers laced between theirs as they walk.