Kimmy Ansell (spectral) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-04-25 15:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, daisy hughes, hunter mackenna, kim ansell |
WHO: Kimmy Ansell and Daisy Hughes, with a brief appearance by Hunter MacKenna
WHAT: A confrontation, of sorts.
WHEN: Beginning of the lunch period, 25 April 2013.
WHERE: IVI Cafeteria
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete
It wasn't that she disliked Daisy. No, caution was not the same thing as dislike and Kim Ansell didn't really know how she felt about the technopath but dislike would not be the first word she used. Maybe not even the second. Caution. That was definitely the first word. Hunter MacKenna had claimed he hadn't told anyone about Kim's powers, and as far as she'd seen he hadn't. But that was exactly it — as far as she'd seen. As far as she'd seen he hadn't told anyone on the network or over text messages. He hadn't told anyone over email. That was, after all, what she really asked for, that IVI did not find out. But she was always watching him, so she knew where his loyalties were. Vic. Daisy. To a lesser extent, Edwin, but she knew it was Vic and Daisy he swore over and over never to leave. They were first, which meant that if Hunter had told anyone, it would have been them. She couldn't assume they didn't know, no matter how many times Hunter denied it. (Which, granted, was only once.) Or if they acted like they didn't know. So she watched Daisy, both electronically and in the flesh, and at this moment she was doing both. The girl was sitting in the cafeteria waiting for her friends, seemingly quiet, but Kim could see the activity. Texts being sent, network pages being pulled up and read. Kim weighed her options, what she was going to do. She needed to be friendlier with Daisy if she did know, and maybe now was a good time. They did have something (else!) in common: solitary. And now they'd even had a conversation about it. It had been a few days since then, but Daisy was finally alone and though Kim had plans to chat with Padraig, he hadn't shown up yet. So she had a few minutes. Kim slipped into the seat next to Daisy. "Hey." "Hi," Daisy responded automatically. She looked up, pulling her attention from the text she was in the middle of sending. Her expression quickly went from friendly to guarded. She did, in fact, know that Kim had abilities beyond what she had publicly admitted; she knew that Kim was the only Vol at IVI, besides herself, who had access to people's private conversations. In fact, from what Hunter had said, Kim had even greater access than Daisy herself. It made her suspicious of the girl; not that Daisy had any room to pass judgement upon someone for withholding information about their powers, but it irked her, not to be able to discuss the matter with Kim. On top of that, she'd seem Kim playing people on the network, pretending to be sympathetic to both sides of a fight. It wasn't the sign of a particularly trustworthy person, in Daisy's opinion. "You're Kim, right?" "Yep." The Peacock girl flashed a quick smile, hoping that her own expression was friendly enough even as she could see Daisy's change. Normal reaction to strangers, or was it her in particular that Daisy was wary of? She knew it was safer to assume that Daisy knew about Kim and read the other girl based on that, but there was still the possibility Hunter hadn't mentioned anything. Kim just didn't know. Kim hated not knowing things. Side effect, perhaps, of being able to read everyone's personal information, but she didn't like having information kept from her. She didn't set her bag down, instead letting it stay perched on her shoulder and indirectly telling Daisy know she wasn't going to intrude on her whole meal or anything. "We keep having conversations on the network and stuff and it sometimes feels weird to pass you in the hallway and still have not actually talked in person. So... hi." Kim paused, trying to decide if she wanted to bait Daisy. Yes, she did. "I want to say, it's pretty shitty that some people hold your powers against you. I really don't give a shit, for the record. If you jump in my conversations. I mean, I know you're reading them — everyone knows so I don't know why people care." Daisy raised her eyebrows. It was quite an intro. But Daisy Hughes was a former sorority girl, making her an expert in manipulative conversation with other girls -- girls who said one thing but meant another. "Thanks," she answered, giving Kim a cloying smile. "That's so sweet of you to say. But most people don't mind. I mean, they know that I try to be respectful, and that if they want privacy, they can always text. Although like, it's not like those are totally secure either, right?" She gave Kim a knowing smile and added, "because the staff reads everything, I mean." Kim looked at her for a long minute, then smiled back. It sure seemed like Daisy knew, from the way she was framing things. Well, she'd take that as confirmation until she got it directly from either Daisy or Hunter, and she was fine if that didn't happen. Even off the network not everything was secure: Kim could see signals from cameras, electronic hums where there really should be none. "Yeah, exactly," she replied earnestly. "It's silly to think that someone isn't reading everything you're doing. I mean, I even assumed that the few times I would get online to email my family while I was on the run. It's like the internet — don't say anything you don't want the whole world knowing, because you can never really take it back." She shrugged. "It's nice that you try to be respectful though." Daisy returned the shrug, wondering what it was, exactly, that Kim wanted from her. She gave her a hesitant look. "Thanks for coming to the thing last week," she said, her tone taking on a more genuine note. "Sorry again that you got caught up in it." This brought a smile to Kim's face. "It's not your fault the IVF is evil. So there's really no reason for you to apologize." She was being honest here, completely honest instead of the half-truths she often told to keep her business private or to get people to talk to her. "And it's not like I didn't know that was a big possibility. So it's whatever." This was probably the point where Kim should leave, she knew, but instead she stayed seated, staring at Daisy for a moment, trying to figure her out. From a distance, they were just two familiar presences amidst a sea of many other Vols, but the closer Hunter drew, the more certain he became that Daisy and Kim were, in fact, very near to each other and not just passing each other in the cafeteria. He couldn't see them at first from where he stood with his tray in his hands. Finally, one of the students sitting rose, and he caught sight of Daisy's familiar blonde head next to Kim's sharp-featured face. Well then. Heading between the tables, he approached the girls casually, neither rushing nor hanging back to see if he could judge the mood of the conversation before he sat down. It was obvious to him: either Kim had decided to cut the shit and prioritize their powers over her privacy, or she was testing the waters to see how deep Hunter's loyalty really ran. The suspense at the table resolved that question for him. Neither looked guarded, exactly, but Kim seemed like she was on the verge of grabbing Daisy and trying to shake the information out of her, which was a feeling that Hunter was pretty familiar with. (Not with Daisy -- in general.) Dropping into a chair across the table from the girls, he put down his tray and shook his head in visible disgust. "You can cut the cat and mouse game," he sighed, grabbing his fork to attack the pasta on his plate. "She knows, surprise surprise, now you two can bond over it." Daisy froze at Hunter's casual admission and then looked at him, narrowing eyes turning into a glare. Boys. She looked back at Kim and rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she said, apologizing on Hunter's behalf more than her own. She gave him another icy glance and then reached to take the fork from his hand. She ate the piece of pasta he'd just stabbed and then handed it back. "Hey," Hunter protested, calmly -- as unperturbed by her reprimanding stare and apology on his behalf as he was by her thieving his lunch. Kim raised her eyebrows at the two of them, slightly amused at Hunter's deadpan voice and Daisy's reaction. Giving a wave of her hand (as if to say whatever), she chuckled slightly. At least now she knew she hadn't read him wrong. "Well thank god that's over. I meant what I said about not caring if you jump in, by the way." Especially because it would be hypocritical. "Oh, and good job not saying it where IVI could see." "What do you think we are," he scoffed, "fucking amateurs?" |