Madin & Darcy | A brief check in
Jan. 10th, 2024 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_darcy posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
xp_logsDarcy is concerned about Madin after the conflict in the DX and decides to check in on them. It goes.
Darcy was quiet, one earphone in as she sat on a mat in the gardens in a half-lotus pose. It was nice, finally being healed enough to be cleared for light stretching, and she was taking advantage of the weather not being completely miserable to enjoy the weak winter sunlight.
It was a decent space for neutral meetings too, and given the time of day and year, maybe a little less likely to be intruded on by others. The soft crunch of shoes on leaves had her dropping the other earphone down her hoodie and pressing pause on her phone. She turned her head to the side and gave Madin a tentative smile as they walked up. "Hey, feel free to have a seat or whatever, this isn't gonna be anything bad I hope. I just wanted to check in on you after the whole shi–mess in the DX. Sorry it got a little delayed."
Madin sighed and dropped to sit across from her, at the far end of the mat. The ground was too damp to sit on directly. "Hey. It's um. It's okay." They picked at a seam on their pants. "You okay?"
"Honest? I've been better. I hate that all of you–" Darcy broke off, abruptly, and dragged her unsplinted hand through messy curls. "I know you're an adult. And I know you've done and seen some shit, and I'm not sure if this is going to feel I dunno condescending or whatever and I'm not trying to be, but I absolutely hate that you younger folks were put in the position where you had to fight. For real, and not just punching some people being assholes." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I just. You. I don't know if you realized you said it over comms but. You don't have to kill anyone here. I mean. Maybe if it's life or death, nobody should judge you for that, but if you'd rather never kill if you can otherwise avoid it again? We won't make you. And we don't do executions. And just. Look, I know I was an asshole to you last summer but some people I care about very, very much worked their asses off trying to make District X and the community center safer for mutants and I get really tetchy when people shit on that hard work. But that place, this place? They're supposed to be safe, and I'm sorry I was part of you feeling less safe." Her fingers had separated a curly strand, alternating between a nervous twirl and a tug. "I normally try to be more accessible. It was... really, really overwhelming when I first arrived, and I try to help lessen that now, when I can. Sometimes it helps."
"I still think that the community centre can never actually be a safe space for mutants because you're pushing a compromise where the safety and comfort of flatscans is prioritised over what the actual mutants need," Madin said. "But I'm not here to fight with you about flatscans." They threw the word out deliberately, knowing it would irritate her and deflect from everything else.
Darcy gave them a brittle smile and sighed, reaching her good hand out to push herself upright. Well. She'd made the effort to check in. Concern didn't mean she had to listen to slurs being thrown around casually. "Right, good talk then. You don't have to use that resource if it makes you uncomfortable, and you don't have to kill or execute people if you don't want to. That's all. Have a good afternoon." She twisted her hair into a loop and pulled a beanie out of her pocket, tugging it on awkwardly. "I'll get the mat later, don't worry about it," she said as she turned, trudging further into the gardens.
Madin shrugged. "Sure. Whatever." They stood themself and began to walk in the other direction.
Darcy was quiet, one earphone in as she sat on a mat in the gardens in a half-lotus pose. It was nice, finally being healed enough to be cleared for light stretching, and she was taking advantage of the weather not being completely miserable to enjoy the weak winter sunlight.
It was a decent space for neutral meetings too, and given the time of day and year, maybe a little less likely to be intruded on by others. The soft crunch of shoes on leaves had her dropping the other earphone down her hoodie and pressing pause on her phone. She turned her head to the side and gave Madin a tentative smile as they walked up. "Hey, feel free to have a seat or whatever, this isn't gonna be anything bad I hope. I just wanted to check in on you after the whole shi–mess in the DX. Sorry it got a little delayed."
Madin sighed and dropped to sit across from her, at the far end of the mat. The ground was too damp to sit on directly. "Hey. It's um. It's okay." They picked at a seam on their pants. "You okay?"
"Honest? I've been better. I hate that all of you–" Darcy broke off, abruptly, and dragged her unsplinted hand through messy curls. "I know you're an adult. And I know you've done and seen some shit, and I'm not sure if this is going to feel I dunno condescending or whatever and I'm not trying to be, but I absolutely hate that you younger folks were put in the position where you had to fight. For real, and not just punching some people being assholes." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I just. You. I don't know if you realized you said it over comms but. You don't have to kill anyone here. I mean. Maybe if it's life or death, nobody should judge you for that, but if you'd rather never kill if you can otherwise avoid it again? We won't make you. And we don't do executions. And just. Look, I know I was an asshole to you last summer but some people I care about very, very much worked their asses off trying to make District X and the community center safer for mutants and I get really tetchy when people shit on that hard work. But that place, this place? They're supposed to be safe, and I'm sorry I was part of you feeling less safe." Her fingers had separated a curly strand, alternating between a nervous twirl and a tug. "I normally try to be more accessible. It was... really, really overwhelming when I first arrived, and I try to help lessen that now, when I can. Sometimes it helps."
"I still think that the community centre can never actually be a safe space for mutants because you're pushing a compromise where the safety and comfort of flatscans is prioritised over what the actual mutants need," Madin said. "But I'm not here to fight with you about flatscans." They threw the word out deliberately, knowing it would irritate her and deflect from everything else.
Darcy gave them a brittle smile and sighed, reaching her good hand out to push herself upright. Well. She'd made the effort to check in. Concern didn't mean she had to listen to slurs being thrown around casually. "Right, good talk then. You don't have to use that resource if it makes you uncomfortable, and you don't have to kill or execute people if you don't want to. That's all. Have a good afternoon." She twisted her hair into a loop and pulled a beanie out of her pocket, tugging it on awkwardly. "I'll get the mat later, don't worry about it," she said as she turned, trudging further into the gardens.
Madin shrugged. "Sure. Whatever." They stood themself and began to walk in the other direction.
