Alison, Amanda - Monday evening
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xp_logsAlison comes by to check on things and manages quite neatly to kick Amanda out of the 'it's all my fault' mindset. Because she is good that way. There's also discussion of Illyana and betting pools - I blame the whole being in pain thing for Amanda's big mouth.
She should be resting, but Amanda couldn't stand to be in bed another second. So she was sitting by Manuel's bedside, watching him sleep. She'd been doing that a lot since the whole Halloween thing. He was sleeping because he was healing, she knew that, but it still didn't stop her from worrying. Which was why the haunting his bedside despite the fact the chair was uncomfortable and her side really ached and she was still
really tired...
"You should be resting." The words were softly spoken, Alison not quite having intended to creep up on Amanda, but well - people were sleeping and she'd had to be silent enough to not wake them up. She had food and drink with her, holding the tray carefully to make sure nothing slipped should Amanda be startled by her approach.
Amanda _was_ startled - no-one except the medical staff had been by this particular room - and she winced as the sudden movement jerked the stitches. Again. "I've been restin'," she said quietly, getting up and coming to the door so they wouldn't wake Manuel up. "Tired of restin'. It just means I lie there an' come up new ways of how all this is my fault."
Well, if Amanda wanted to play that game, Alison could cheerfully not cooperate. "Naw. No blaming yourself. Everyone will tell you it's not your fault and then you'll have to argue with them for hours." She lifted the tray a bit. "Hallway? Or just in the corner so you can keep watching over Manuel? We'll talk low." Dark circles under her eyes, moving gingerly. Amanda didn't look in very good shape, no. "And I bet the demon was pretty much responsible for its own actions. Not like you told it to attack you, hrm?"
"Outside. He'll keep sleepin' for a while yet - Moira gave him somethin', since he really don't like hospitals an' the docs needed the peace an' quiet." Amanda led Alison towards the small staff lounge area off the kitchenette. "I didn't see the damn thing goin' after anyone else, so it _was_ my fault," she said, sitting carefully down without waiting for Alison - her side hurt too much. "I bet everyone's laughin' their heads off at the whole irony thing. Here I've been sayin' the Ice Princess'll get us attacked by demons an' this time it's me."
"Mm. Noticeable lack of laughing from what I could see." Alison gestured towards the food, somewhat imperiously. "Eat something. And gee, the demon going after you hardly means it's your fault. Don't go all teenage woe on me kiddo? Please?" Leaning on the table she pouted cutely at Amanda, batting her eyes at her.
"It's what I'm best at," Amadna replied, but there was a hint of a smile there. Just a hint. She reached for one of the sandwiches – toasted cheese, still warm - and broke off a small piece. "~I'm sorry, sister,~" she said, slipping into Askani, the apology formal, before goign back into English. "It's just... I don't like bein' made t' feel a hypocrite. Even if that's what I am."
Alison waved it off - an odd flick of the hand, something intrinsically Askani meaning both 'no worries' or 'very well' depending on the situation. "Well. Instead of languishing about and moaning about it, the girl of action I know could always just something about it, mmm?" Alison grinned, nudging the tray just a bit closer to Amanda. There wasn't much she could tell Amanda about Illyana - she had promised to only tell staff after all. But she could tell her that she'd spoken to the girl.
"Like what? Apologise? She'd laugh in me face." Amanda nibbled a little more at the sandwich, not really tasting it. "Me admittin' I was wrong - she'd love that. Bad enough I have Lee t' thank for savin' me arse.
"Well. Yeah, she would. It's Yana, that." Alison grinned ruefully, shaking her head. "Unofficial cease fire? Sniping at each other for the fun of it instead of going for blood? No one's saying you have to become bosom buddies and do each other's nail polish in glitters. But - no more hostilities might be nice." Leaning back, Alison winked. "Or you could scare her and start being really nice to her."
"She's not a demon," Amanda admitted. "I know that now. A demon wouldn't've stayed t' fight, a demon would've just thrown me to that thing an' solved the problem that way." She looked up at Alison. "I won't ever like her, an' she won't ever like me, but... I trust her. T' do right by the people here."
Well - she was part demon only, but drat it, Alison couldn't say that. Still. The distinction Amanda made worked nicely and it was true, in a very basic way. Yana's human side held sway over the rest, after all. "Snipe at each other to your heart's content. I'm fine with that, I'd be doing that to a few people here myself if I weren't staff." The admission was easy, really. The team leader thing Alison deliberately ignored for now.
"Nah, it upsets Kit too much," Amanda said with a shrug, but a slightly sneaky grin crossed her face. "Might do that nice thing, really throw her off."
"Sugar and spice and everything nice." Alison should not have found this funny - only it was. Snickering a bit, she leaned back. "It'll drive her batty. Too bad we don't do betting pools among the staff, I'd be laying odds on how many days it'd take..."
"An' too bad her best mate runs ours," Amanda said with a grin. The idea of driving Illyana batty was terribly appealing, especially after what she'd been saying to Angelo.
Well, it was always nice to have solid proof that the kids ran betting pools... and who for that matter. Kitty, huh? Alison grinned at that, wrinkling her nose. "Maybe we should start one among staff members," she murmured, innocently enough.
"What on? Who gets 'emselves blown up next? That's... what's the Yank expression? A sucker bet." Amanda shrugged, and bit into the sandwich, appetite suddenly returning. "An' I think the less the staff think about who's shaggin' who among us lot, the happier they are."
Alison rolled her eyes at that. "So long as you're all using protection and not being morons, it's really none of my business." A pause, during which she paid much attention to her manicure. "Not like I'm going to throw things at you guys there. Though being discreet? Probably smart." She snickered a bit, giving Amanda an amused look. "Sooo. I take it that means you lot like to bet on our social lives?"
Amanda caught the too-casual tone that question was asked in. "Maybe," she said innocently, reaching for the mug of tea on the tray. "Tho' there ain't a lot t' speculate on, really."
"Ha!" Throwing her head back Alison laughed cheerfully, pushing back to balance the chair on the back legs. "Suuure. Innocent you ain't.
Nice try. So if you're being sly about this, should I take it as meaning that I've been the subject of a betting pool?"
"You could take it that way, tho' I ain't confirmin' or denyin' anythin'," said Amanda, far more cheerfully than she had been earlier. Alison had that effect. "Just like I didn't say I'm five quid up right now."
Alison's eyes went comically wide and she stared for a moment. Jamie would not have! No, it had to have been something else. They had been commenting of late on the journals. "I get the distinct feeling you owe me a drink of some sort, young lady." Wagging her finger admonishingly at Amanda, she kept a carefully stern expression. "Good thing I don't drink all that much, hrm?"
"Taking a minor to a pub? Wouldn't that be horribly unteacherly of you?" asked Amanda, pretending to be shocked. The fact that Pete had done just that on random occasions when the school got too much for both of them didn't count. That was family bonding. Although she was still sworn off that nasty Scotch he drank - the hangover had been catastrophic. And there had been mocking from Pete. Much mocking.
"Oh right." That was an easy one to answer. "As if Pete hasn't taken you before a bazillion times! And as if you kids don't manage on your own just fine now and then. You've just started to learn to be more discreet about it, is all." Alison eyes the tray. "Eat a bit more, mmm?"
"That's a lie an' a slander an' who the hell am I jokin?" Amanda snickered, rolling her eyes as she grabbed the other half of the sandwich. "Pete gave me such a bollockin' the last time we got caught. Not for the drinkin', mind, the gettin' caught part. He reckons havin' the Prof here just makes it just that much more of a challenge."
"Posting it to the journals was duuuuumb," Alison said, sing song and very snarkily so. And was she surprised Pete had giving them a ranting to for that particular reason? Well, no! "Just... if you're not stupid about things, so much the better, y'know?" It wasn't quite 'don't break our trust' but it was something of the sort.
"Hey, that weren't me!" Amanda protested. "I'm not that bloody daft. It was the Professor's big bloody brain, weren't it?" She tilted her head at Alison, considering the last. "I try not t' be stupid 'bout shite, not like I used t' be. Does that get me brownie points?" She wasn't meaning the drinking either.
"Yeah," Alison drew out the word softly, a luminous smile accompanying it. She knew exactly what Amanda meant - she'd been on the other side of that question herself a few times, after all. "It does, Amanda."
She should be resting, but Amanda couldn't stand to be in bed another second. So she was sitting by Manuel's bedside, watching him sleep. She'd been doing that a lot since the whole Halloween thing. He was sleeping because he was healing, she knew that, but it still didn't stop her from worrying. Which was why the haunting his bedside despite the fact the chair was uncomfortable and her side really ached and she was still
really tired...
"You should be resting." The words were softly spoken, Alison not quite having intended to creep up on Amanda, but well - people were sleeping and she'd had to be silent enough to not wake them up. She had food and drink with her, holding the tray carefully to make sure nothing slipped should Amanda be startled by her approach.
Amanda _was_ startled - no-one except the medical staff had been by this particular room - and she winced as the sudden movement jerked the stitches. Again. "I've been restin'," she said quietly, getting up and coming to the door so they wouldn't wake Manuel up. "Tired of restin'. It just means I lie there an' come up new ways of how all this is my fault."
Well, if Amanda wanted to play that game, Alison could cheerfully not cooperate. "Naw. No blaming yourself. Everyone will tell you it's not your fault and then you'll have to argue with them for hours." She lifted the tray a bit. "Hallway? Or just in the corner so you can keep watching over Manuel? We'll talk low." Dark circles under her eyes, moving gingerly. Amanda didn't look in very good shape, no. "And I bet the demon was pretty much responsible for its own actions. Not like you told it to attack you, hrm?"
"Outside. He'll keep sleepin' for a while yet - Moira gave him somethin', since he really don't like hospitals an' the docs needed the peace an' quiet." Amanda led Alison towards the small staff lounge area off the kitchenette. "I didn't see the damn thing goin' after anyone else, so it _was_ my fault," she said, sitting carefully down without waiting for Alison - her side hurt too much. "I bet everyone's laughin' their heads off at the whole irony thing. Here I've been sayin' the Ice Princess'll get us attacked by demons an' this time it's me."
"Mm. Noticeable lack of laughing from what I could see." Alison gestured towards the food, somewhat imperiously. "Eat something. And gee, the demon going after you hardly means it's your fault. Don't go all teenage woe on me kiddo? Please?" Leaning on the table she pouted cutely at Amanda, batting her eyes at her.
"It's what I'm best at," Amadna replied, but there was a hint of a smile there. Just a hint. She reached for one of the sandwiches – toasted cheese, still warm - and broke off a small piece. "~I'm sorry, sister,~" she said, slipping into Askani, the apology formal, before goign back into English. "It's just... I don't like bein' made t' feel a hypocrite. Even if that's what I am."
Alison waved it off - an odd flick of the hand, something intrinsically Askani meaning both 'no worries' or 'very well' depending on the situation. "Well. Instead of languishing about and moaning about it, the girl of action I know could always just
"Like what? Apologise? She'd laugh in me face." Amanda nibbled a little more at the sandwich, not really tasting it. "Me admittin' I was wrong - she'd love that. Bad enough I have Lee t' thank for savin' me arse.
"Well. Yeah, she would. It's Yana, that." Alison grinned ruefully, shaking her head. "Unofficial cease fire? Sniping at each other for the fun of it instead of going for blood? No one's saying you have to become bosom buddies and do each other's nail polish in glitters. But - no more hostilities might be nice." Leaning back, Alison winked. "Or you could scare her and start being really nice to her."
"She's not a demon," Amanda admitted. "I know that now. A demon wouldn't've stayed t' fight, a demon would've just thrown me to that thing an' solved the problem that way." She looked up at Alison. "I won't ever like her, an' she won't ever like me, but... I trust her. T' do right by the people here."
Well - she was part demon only, but drat it, Alison couldn't say that. Still. The distinction Amanda made worked nicely and it was true, in a very basic way. Yana's human side held sway over the rest, after all. "Snipe at each other to your heart's content. I'm fine with that, I'd be doing that to a few people here myself if I weren't staff." The admission was easy, really. The team leader thing Alison deliberately ignored for now.
"Nah, it upsets Kit too much," Amanda said with a shrug, but a slightly sneaky grin crossed her face. "Might do that nice thing, really throw her off."
"Sugar and spice and everything nice." Alison should not have found this funny - only it was. Snickering a bit, she leaned back. "It'll drive her batty. Too bad we don't do betting pools among the staff, I'd be laying odds on how many days it'd take..."
"An' too bad her best mate runs ours," Amanda said with a grin. The idea of driving Illyana batty was terribly appealing, especially after what she'd been saying to Angelo.
Well, it was always nice to have solid proof that the kids ran betting pools... and who for that matter. Kitty, huh? Alison grinned at that, wrinkling her nose. "Maybe we should start one among staff members," she murmured, innocently enough.
"What on? Who gets 'emselves blown up next? That's... what's the Yank expression? A sucker bet." Amanda shrugged, and bit into the sandwich, appetite suddenly returning. "An' I think the less the staff think about who's shaggin' who among us lot, the happier they are."
Alison rolled her eyes at that. "So long as you're all using protection and not being morons, it's really none of my business." A pause, during which she paid much attention to her manicure. "Not like I'm going to throw things at you guys there. Though being discreet? Probably smart." She snickered a bit, giving Amanda an amused look. "Sooo. I take it that means you lot like to bet on our social lives?"
Amanda caught the too-casual tone that question was asked in. "Maybe," she said innocently, reaching for the mug of tea on the tray. "Tho' there ain't a lot t' speculate on, really."
"Ha!" Throwing her head back Alison laughed cheerfully, pushing back to balance the chair on the back legs. "Suuure. Innocent you ain't.
Nice try. So if you're being sly about this, should I take it as meaning that I've been the subject of a betting pool?"
"You could take it that way, tho' I ain't confirmin' or denyin' anythin'," said Amanda, far more cheerfully than she had been earlier. Alison had that effect. "Just like I didn't say I'm five quid up right now."
Alison's eyes went comically wide and she stared for a moment. Jamie would not have! No, it had to have been something else. They had been commenting of late on the journals. "I get the distinct feeling you owe me a drink of some sort, young lady." Wagging her finger admonishingly at Amanda, she kept a carefully stern expression. "Good thing I don't drink all that much, hrm?"
"Taking a minor to a pub? Wouldn't that be horribly unteacherly of you?" asked Amanda, pretending to be shocked. The fact that Pete had done just that on random occasions when the school got too much for both of them didn't count. That was family bonding. Although she was still sworn off that nasty Scotch he drank - the hangover had been catastrophic. And there had been mocking from Pete. Much mocking.
"Oh right." That was an easy one to answer. "As if Pete hasn't taken you before a bazillion times! And as if you kids don't manage on your own just fine now and then. You've just started to learn to be more discreet about it, is all." Alison eyes the tray. "Eat a bit more, mmm?"
"That's a lie an' a slander an' who the hell am I jokin?" Amanda snickered, rolling her eyes as she grabbed the other half of the sandwich. "Pete gave me such a bollockin' the last time we got caught. Not for the drinkin', mind, the gettin' caught part. He reckons havin' the Prof here just makes it just that much more of a challenge."
"Posting it to the journals was duuuuumb," Alison said, sing song and very snarkily so. And was she surprised Pete had giving them a ranting to for that particular reason? Well, no! "Just... if you're not stupid about things, so much the better, y'know?" It wasn't quite 'don't break our trust' but it was something of the sort.
"Hey, that weren't me!" Amanda protested. "I'm not that bloody daft. It was the Professor's big bloody brain, weren't it?" She tilted her head at Alison, considering the last. "I try not t' be stupid 'bout shite, not like I used t' be. Does that get me brownie points?" She wasn't meaning the drinking either.
"Yeah," Alison drew out the word softly, a luminous smile accompanying it. She knew exactly what Amanda meant - she'd been on the other side of that question herself a few times, after all. "It does, Amanda."
