log: amara and amanda

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Amara and Amanda chat at the BBQ. Topics covered include bad habits, their relative teams, and Amanda's curiosity about the population of Nova Roma.

Sated and content, Amanda was leaning against handy tree, smoking a cigarette and watching the various mansion residents. It was a nice evening, still warm and perhaps only a little muggy, summer holding out for the celebration. The witch felt a pang of nostalgia, watching the kids run around - they were a good bunch, happier and more at ease than she'd ever been, really. All the more reason to do her job, so that they'd stay this way.

Amara was in more of a social mood than usual - possibly because she'd had a drink already, but ever since her return from Nova Roma she'd been in a pretty good mood. Her fluttering around had brought her in the same vicinity as Amanda, so after she'd dumped the paper plate she'd been eating off in one of the rubbish bags, she fluttered all the way over to Amanda with a smile on her face. "Hey Amanda!"

"Hey yourself," Amanda said with a returning smile. "Having a good time?"

"I am, thank you!" She replied cheerfully. "What about you? You're not trying to hide out here or anything are you?"

"Nah. Just indulging in my filthy habit." Amanda held up her cigarette. "Well, habits," she amended, gesturing with the beer bottle in the other hand. "Trying to digest as well - I think I ate my weight in pig. Talk about giving the Bottomless Pit a testing."

"Well if you can't do that at events like this, then when can you?" She chuckled at Amanda's last comment. "I don't think you're the only one - I think I'm going to burst if I eat anything more, but I still want more! I'm going to have to spend some more time in the gym after this, I think."

"I try not to get smoke in people's faces - they tend to not like it so much," Amanda elaborated. "And yeah, I think I'll be on early morning runs for a while to work this off. Wouldn't do to not be able to scarper when the need came for it." She took a sip of beer and leaned back against the tree trunk. "So, how's the leathers treating you?"

"Oh yes, that's true!" Amara shrugged at the question, looking thougtful for a moment. "Okay, I suppose? I'm getting the hang of it and everything, but I'm not really sure if it... fits right? I don't know." Amara enjoyed the training and being part of a team, but she wasn't sure if she was really cut out for it.

Amanda nodded. "Well, that's what the training's for, or so they say - to work out if you're up for it or not. 'S not everyone's cup of tea." She grinned briefly. "Sometimes I think if things had been different, I would have wound up wearing the leather suit myself. And then Ange's brain breaks."

"It certainly has been interesting - I've learnt a lot that I wouldn't have otherwise, and that's the important part, right? Even if I don't continue with it." She went a little pink at Amanda's last comment, smiling a little. "They are very -- form fitting, aren't they?" Not exactly something Amara was used to. "But you enjoy what you're doing now? Working at Snow Valley?"

"Yeah, I do." Amanda's reply was honest, forthright. "It's not the same as the leather brigade, but we do our part. And I like being part of a team. 'S almost like a family, you know?"

"And that's what is important, isn't it? Doing something you love." She looked rather thoughtful at that. "A very dysfunctional family, but yes. It is."

Amanda laughed. "Yeah, we're not exactly a prime example of sanity, but it works for us, our particular brand of balmy." She glanced sidelong at Amara. "I meant to answer your question, 'bout Nova Roma, but I got caught up. Sorry about that."

"As long as it works for you, that's the most important part." She grinned a little at that, before the grin faded after Amanda mentioned Nova Roma. She'd put it from her mind in amongst getting ready for college again, but she had been really confused by it at the time. "Oh! Yes. I..." Lost for words suddenly, she shifted on her feet. "I suppose I just don't understand."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but you have to admit, it's odd. All those different people there in the middle of the Brazilian jungle, with no memory of anything but that place. It's something I wouldn't mind poking into, if you didn't mind."

"Oh no, I don't mind," she said hurriedly, and then shrugged. "I just... don't remember any other life. I don't think I've heard anyone else talk about one either. So I guess it never seemed odd to me. But when you put it like that... it certainly does seem strange." Amara just wasn't sure how much she wanted to know.

"I can understand that." After all, Manuel had pointed out on the journals that knowing your history wasn't always a good thing. "Not really thinking about it before, if you've never had it brought up. It's just... well, anything with Selene involved, you know? Tends to set my nasty suspicious side tingling." Not to mention there hadn't even been a twinge, powers-wise, from the place. If it was as old as it was supposed to be, Amanda would have expected something.

"That is understandable," Amara said with a nod, looking thoughtful. "But looking into it is a good idea, I think. If there is something not quite right... even if it does turn out to be nothing, it is better to be safe than sorry, no?"

"Spoken like a Trenchcoat," was Amanda's reply, softened with a grin.