Cammie & Catseye: Like it says on the tin
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xp_logsCatseye visists Cammie in an attempt to cheer up one of Cammie's blacker moods - sarcasm wins in the end.
She had the door to her room open to air it out. Eventually she’d have to submit to the weekly washing of her sheets, but right now, Cammie was resting on her bed, her leg propped on one pillow, her face buried under another cold one. Cold thanks to an ice pack that she managed NOT to eat. (She couldn’t help it, that stuff was good!) Today was one of those Avoid Everyone, Leave Me the Fuck Alone days.
"Cammie! Cammie! Cammie!" Catseye knocked three times on Cammie's door to accentuate each word, then pushed it open and entered Cammie's room, not wanting her friend to have to get up to let her in. "Look what I found Cammie it is shiny and it is for you I thought you would like it!" She proudly held out a bottle of bleach with a metallic-looking label around it; a new brand she had found while food shopping at the grocery store.
Cammie looked out from under her pillow, a green eyebrow going up, “Wow That’s great,” she tried to sound enthused, “go ahead and bring it on in.”
"Do you want me to put some in a cup for you so you can try it now?" Catseye offered, bouncing into the room with her usual enthusiasm.
“Sure,” Cammie said in a deadpan tone, “Get me a drink.”
"Saying please is the nice thing to do," Catseye reminded her pointedly.
“Please,” Cammie said, with more than a slightly empathized sarcastic bend, “Bleach will fix all my problems.”
Sensing the sarcasm, Catseye made a move like she was going to jump on the bed next to Cammie, but thought better of it when she remembered Cammie's leg. "Are you grouchy because your leg hurts? Can I help make it better?" she offered hopefully.
“We can cut it off. That’d be a good start,” Cammie grumbled.
"Your cast? Or your leg?" Catseye asked with a teasing grin. She headed into the kitchenette to find a glass and with a wrinkle of her nose, filled it with bleach. Leaving the bottle on the counter, she returned to Cammie's side and offered it to her friend.
Cammie looked back out under the pillow when Catseye returned, “Thanks. Just set it on the computer desk. I’ll drink it later.” When she had retained the will to live.
"Is your leg itchy? Does it hurt? I want to help make you feel better," the catgirl said with a vehement nod.
“Does it hurt? Yes it hurts! I can’t take anything for it!” Cammie snapped, harsher than she meant to, “Sorry,” she grumbled.
"Take do you mean like a pill that will make you not hurt? Doctor McCoy cannot make you anything special that you can take?"
“There’s nothing special out there I can take. My body doesn’t get affected by chemicals. It can’t be. That’s how I drink bleach,” she pointed out. “That’s why it doesn’t kill me.”
"What about plants? Some plants can make you feel numb yes? Does your body get affected by plants?"
“That’s a biochemical change. My body doesn’t get anything from plants,” cocaine did nothing, for example. Except taste good in coffee, “My body doesn’t accept any biochemical changes.”
It wasn't often that someone explained their mutation to Cateye, and she found it quite intriguing.
"That is very interresting Cammie even though I am sorry it makes you hurt. But I think you are extraspecial," she added, hoping to make Cammie feel better about her mutation, "because I have never heard of anybody not accepting... biochemical changes before."
“Yeah, lucky fucking me,” Cammie said.
Not catching the sarcasm, Catseye nodded vigourously. "It is not as good as being a catgirl but it is still good to be able to eat and drink anything you want!"
“Yeah. Really. Because you know, who needs to taste things like cheesecake and fresh meat. I don’t miss the taste of soda or how ice cream was once upon a time. And everyone loves the poison,” she grumbled.
Frowning as she thought about this, Catseye's tail twitched. "But if you were stranded someplace and could not hunt or find food that regular people eat and you were starving to death you could eat mud or sand or saltwater or gasoline and not die and that would be good." Why did Cammie never see the good part of anything?
“Because the side effect is killing people,” Cammie said harshly.
"Well... unless you didn't want to kill them and eat them. Then you could die with them," Catseye mused, still engrossed in her 'stranded with no food' scenario.
Cammie sat up, “No, I can eat whatever I want. It just make me more toxic. You get this, right?” she asked, “This isn’t a shiny fun thing.”
"I know it is not a shiny fun thing," Catseye answered with a shrug. "But I do not know why you have to always be angry about it. You cannot change who you are. So why be angry and sad?"
“Because, people get hurt. Or people die,” Cammie returned, “I know I can’t change that. But it fucking bothers me.”
"It should bother you. Because you are a good person who does not want to hurt people. But being angry and sad about it and yelling at people does not make you feel better does it?"
The inaudible grumbling that came in reply wasn’t really an answer.
Catseye poked Cammie in her arm, the BadArm, with the tip of her claw, trusting that her healing factor would keep her from pain if anything happened. "Why do you not like it when people say you are a good person?"
The bad arm was always bandaged, but it didn’t stop Cammie from attempting to move her limb out of Cats’ reach. She didn’t even trust it a lot of times, “Because thieves, liars, murders and con artists generally aren’t good people.”
"They are sometimes," Catseye pointed out. "They can change. If someone was a thief liar murderer and con artist in the past they do not have to always be a bad person. It is like if someone thought they were a cat but then many years later they think they are a girl. People can change. You changed. You are not a thief liar murderer or con artist anymore and now you are a good person instead."
Cammie wondered if it was possible to smother herself with the pillow she had resting on her head, “I’m still a liar and a con artist,” Cammie said. Just ask Adrienne. Yeah. “I’ve never killed anyone on purpose, but that’s semantics anyway,” dead was dead, “about the only thing I’m not anymore is a thief.”
"I do not know what a con artist is," Catseye admitted, "and I do not know why you lied but I do know sometimes being a liar is something good people have to be to help people. And if you did not kill anyone on purpose than it does not count for being bad. Why do you always fight with me when I say you are good?" she asked, sounding exasperated. "Why don't you just let me say you are a good person if I think you are? Why am I not allowed to think what I want about you?"
“You can think whatever you want. I sure as hell can’t stop you,” Cammie returned. “I like exploding brain powers.”
"But I can't make you believe it?"
“Free will,” Cammie quipped, “You can think whatever you want but can’t change the minds of others or make them spontaneously burst into song.”
"Why don't you want to believe?"
“Because self delusion is a waste of time,” Cammie said.
"What is that? Self delusion?" the catgirl inquired with curious naivety. She wasn't going to tell Cammie that she already knew what it was.
“It’s lying to yourself to feel better about something,” Cammie explained simply. “People need to know what they are. Once you know that nothing anyone else does can hurt you.”
Catseye was silent for a while, staring at Cammie. "But you are still hurting yes? So you do not really know what you are because you think what you are is a bad person and that is wrong," she growled. "You are self deluding right now believing you are bad. That is the lie."
“Hey, I’m exactly what it says on the tin,” Cammie returned. She really wasn’t in the mood to argue anything at the moment.
"What tin?" Catseye asked, looking around.
Cammie laughed, “Exactly.”
"I don't see the tin!"
“It’s right in front of you,” Cammie said.
Catseye looked under the bed, confused. She tried to peek under the bedcovers, but still did not see the tin. "Is it in your cast?" she finally asked, knowing that was highly unlikely but at a loss as to where else it could be.
“Yeah. Because I was being completely literal,” Cammie said dryly.
Catseye scratched at the surface of the cast with her claws. "How do you know what it says on the tin if it is inside the cast?"
“Because I’m magic.”
"You are not magic! Nico and Amanda are magic!"
“Sarcasm is totally magic,” Cammie said, chuckling.
"Sarcasm is evil," Catseye grumbled. Now that Cammie was laughing again, Catseye renewed her attack. "Are you going to stop hating yourself now?"
“Sarcasm is only evil when used for evil,” Cammie returned and shrugged, “Sure, I’m just great.”
"Are you really? Or are you just pretending so that I will not bother you anymore?" Catseye eyed her suspiciously. "I do not believe you are going to stop hating yourself. But I am going to make you, one day, because I am not going to leave you alone until you believe you are as special as I know you are."
“Sure you are,” Cammie said, “Right now, just do me a favor and let it go. If you do, you can sleep on my warm laundry.”
"Is the warm laundry going to be on the bed with you?"
“Sure,” Cammie said, “sure it will.”
She had the door to her room open to air it out. Eventually she’d have to submit to the weekly washing of her sheets, but right now, Cammie was resting on her bed, her leg propped on one pillow, her face buried under another cold one. Cold thanks to an ice pack that she managed NOT to eat. (She couldn’t help it, that stuff was good!) Today was one of those Avoid Everyone, Leave Me the Fuck Alone days.
"Cammie! Cammie! Cammie!" Catseye knocked three times on Cammie's door to accentuate each word, then pushed it open and entered Cammie's room, not wanting her friend to have to get up to let her in. "Look what I found Cammie it is shiny and it is for you I thought you would like it!" She proudly held out a bottle of bleach with a metallic-looking label around it; a new brand she had found while food shopping at the grocery store.
Cammie looked out from under her pillow, a green eyebrow going up, “Wow That’s great,” she tried to sound enthused, “go ahead and bring it on in.”
"Do you want me to put some in a cup for you so you can try it now?" Catseye offered, bouncing into the room with her usual enthusiasm.
“Sure,” Cammie said in a deadpan tone, “Get me a drink.”
"Saying please is the nice thing to do," Catseye reminded her pointedly.
“Please,” Cammie said, with more than a slightly empathized sarcastic bend, “Bleach will fix all my problems.”
Sensing the sarcasm, Catseye made a move like she was going to jump on the bed next to Cammie, but thought better of it when she remembered Cammie's leg. "Are you grouchy because your leg hurts? Can I help make it better?" she offered hopefully.
“We can cut it off. That’d be a good start,” Cammie grumbled.
"Your cast? Or your leg?" Catseye asked with a teasing grin. She headed into the kitchenette to find a glass and with a wrinkle of her nose, filled it with bleach. Leaving the bottle on the counter, she returned to Cammie's side and offered it to her friend.
Cammie looked back out under the pillow when Catseye returned, “Thanks. Just set it on the computer desk. I’ll drink it later.” When she had retained the will to live.
"Is your leg itchy? Does it hurt? I want to help make you feel better," the catgirl said with a vehement nod.
“Does it hurt? Yes it hurts! I can’t take anything for it!” Cammie snapped, harsher than she meant to, “Sorry,” she grumbled.
"Take do you mean like a pill that will make you not hurt? Doctor McCoy cannot make you anything special that you can take?"
“There’s nothing special out there I can take. My body doesn’t get affected by chemicals. It can’t be. That’s how I drink bleach,” she pointed out. “That’s why it doesn’t kill me.”
"What about plants? Some plants can make you feel numb yes? Does your body get affected by plants?"
“That’s a biochemical change. My body doesn’t get anything from plants,” cocaine did nothing, for example. Except taste good in coffee, “My body doesn’t accept any biochemical changes.”
It wasn't often that someone explained their mutation to Cateye, and she found it quite intriguing.
"That is very interresting Cammie even though I am sorry it makes you hurt. But I think you are extraspecial," she added, hoping to make Cammie feel better about her mutation, "because I have never heard of anybody not accepting... biochemical changes before."
“Yeah, lucky fucking me,” Cammie said.
Not catching the sarcasm, Catseye nodded vigourously. "It is not as good as being a catgirl but it is still good to be able to eat and drink anything you want!"
“Yeah. Really. Because you know, who needs to taste things like cheesecake and fresh meat. I don’t miss the taste of soda or how ice cream was once upon a time. And everyone loves the poison,” she grumbled.
Frowning as she thought about this, Catseye's tail twitched. "But if you were stranded someplace and could not hunt or find food that regular people eat and you were starving to death you could eat mud or sand or saltwater or gasoline and not die and that would be good." Why did Cammie never see the good part of anything?
“Because the side effect is killing people,” Cammie said harshly.
"Well... unless you didn't want to kill them and eat them. Then you could die with them," Catseye mused, still engrossed in her 'stranded with no food' scenario.
Cammie sat up, “No, I can eat whatever I want. It just make me more toxic. You get this, right?” she asked, “This isn’t a shiny fun thing.”
"I know it is not a shiny fun thing," Catseye answered with a shrug. "But I do not know why you have to always be angry about it. You cannot change who you are. So why be angry and sad?"
“Because, people get hurt. Or people die,” Cammie returned, “I know I can’t change that. But it fucking bothers me.”
"It should bother you. Because you are a good person who does not want to hurt people. But being angry and sad about it and yelling at people does not make you feel better does it?"
The inaudible grumbling that came in reply wasn’t really an answer.
Catseye poked Cammie in her arm, the BadArm, with the tip of her claw, trusting that her healing factor would keep her from pain if anything happened. "Why do you not like it when people say you are a good person?"
The bad arm was always bandaged, but it didn’t stop Cammie from attempting to move her limb out of Cats’ reach. She didn’t even trust it a lot of times, “Because thieves, liars, murders and con artists generally aren’t good people.”
"They are sometimes," Catseye pointed out. "They can change. If someone was a thief liar murderer and con artist in the past they do not have to always be a bad person. It is like if someone thought they were a cat but then many years later they think they are a girl. People can change. You changed. You are not a thief liar murderer or con artist anymore and now you are a good person instead."
Cammie wondered if it was possible to smother herself with the pillow she had resting on her head, “I’m still a liar and a con artist,” Cammie said. Just ask Adrienne. Yeah. “I’ve never killed anyone on purpose, but that’s semantics anyway,” dead was dead, “about the only thing I’m not anymore is a thief.”
"I do not know what a con artist is," Catseye admitted, "and I do not know why you lied but I do know sometimes being a liar is something good people have to be to help people. And if you did not kill anyone on purpose than it does not count for being bad. Why do you always fight with me when I say you are good?" she asked, sounding exasperated. "Why don't you just let me say you are a good person if I think you are? Why am I not allowed to think what I want about you?"
“You can think whatever you want. I sure as hell can’t stop you,” Cammie returned. “I like exploding brain powers.”
"But I can't make you believe it?"
“Free will,” Cammie quipped, “You can think whatever you want but can’t change the minds of others or make them spontaneously burst into song.”
"Why don't you want to believe?"
“Because self delusion is a waste of time,” Cammie said.
"What is that? Self delusion?" the catgirl inquired with curious naivety. She wasn't going to tell Cammie that she already knew what it was.
“It’s lying to yourself to feel better about something,” Cammie explained simply. “People need to know what they are. Once you know that nothing anyone else does can hurt you.”
Catseye was silent for a while, staring at Cammie. "But you are still hurting yes? So you do not really know what you are because you think what you are is a bad person and that is wrong," she growled. "You are self deluding right now believing you are bad. That is the lie."
“Hey, I’m exactly what it says on the tin,” Cammie returned. She really wasn’t in the mood to argue anything at the moment.
"What tin?" Catseye asked, looking around.
Cammie laughed, “Exactly.”
"I don't see the tin!"
“It’s right in front of you,” Cammie said.
Catseye looked under the bed, confused. She tried to peek under the bedcovers, but still did not see the tin. "Is it in your cast?" she finally asked, knowing that was highly unlikely but at a loss as to where else it could be.
“Yeah. Because I was being completely literal,” Cammie said dryly.
Catseye scratched at the surface of the cast with her claws. "How do you know what it says on the tin if it is inside the cast?"
“Because I’m magic.”
"You are not magic! Nico and Amanda are magic!"
“Sarcasm is totally magic,” Cammie said, chuckling.
"Sarcasm is evil," Catseye grumbled. Now that Cammie was laughing again, Catseye renewed her attack. "Are you going to stop hating yourself now?"
“Sarcasm is only evil when used for evil,” Cammie returned and shrugged, “Sure, I’m just great.”
"Are you really? Or are you just pretending so that I will not bother you anymore?" Catseye eyed her suspiciously. "I do not believe you are going to stop hating yourself. But I am going to make you, one day, because I am not going to leave you alone until you believe you are as special as I know you are."
“Sure you are,” Cammie said, “Right now, just do me a favor and let it go. If you do, you can sleep on my warm laundry.”
"Is the warm laundry going to be on the bed with you?"
“Sure,” Cammie said, “sure it will.”
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Date: 2010-02-03 07:24 pm (UTC)