Re: tandy & holly; the music store
God, Tandy wished she could not-think. She got it, right? The need to fill the gap with something else, cram it in so tight it blocked out the other stuff. Didn't work all the time. It was like asking someone not to think of an elephant, ninety nine times out of ten the only thing that poor fucker could think about was an elephant. Maybe dressed up for the circus. But okay, yeah, conspiracy theories. Were they, though? When there was a prison in the Capital for people who did weird shit.
"I don't think it counts as conspiracy theory if they're legitimately out to get you." Shoulder-shrug. It wasn't like, way high on Tandy's list of significant concerns rn but she had a lot of significant, real, material concerns and none of them involved jail time for manifesting light daggers. "There's that place where they hold people," vague, but she hadn't read about it. Not in detail. Maybe that was the same thing as not-thinking. She couldn't worry about something she knew the bare minimum about. "I'm not exactly a sunshine, joy, puppies kind of person." But it was legit, "It's been kinda shitty to come back. The stuff I had going before isn't still going. It's surprisingly hard work to re-find your niche in a small town not known for its liberal associations and generosity in outlook." She was settled comfortably against the counter now. Tandy was short; her feet were hooked onto the bar on the stool and they skidded a little but she left them there.
"I have you. I have Billy, who is hiding and I legit feel skeevy asking him to practice this stuff. Control would be awesome, I am all about control." Obviously. But her eyebrow hitched, her nose wrinkled. "If I can come and go? Man, I have no idea how that even works."