Edwin Seabeck is a killer in potentia (elusive_control) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-12-16 11:21:00 |
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EDWIN SEABECK: [confused] Hullo, Jones and Seabeck's room. PETER McCADY: [wry] That answers that question. EDWIN SEABECK: And what question is that? PETER McCADY: Whether you got on the plane or not. Definitely not. I realise that Christmas isn't your holiday, Ed, but this self-flagellation is a little extreme even for you. EDWIN SEABECK: [sigh] This isn't self-flagellation, Peter. This is my Christmas present to you. A first time for everything, right? PETER McCADY: [a pause, repeats] You staying in Australia is a Christmas present to me. EDWIN SEABECK: [plainly] Now you can take a longer New Years holiday than usual. I'm sure Olivia will appreciate the extra time in the Alps and you don't have to worry about entertaining my house-arrested arse for a month and cancelling your usual holiday-par-excellence. Happy Christmas. PETER McCADY: I see. [a beat] Well, it's good to see that you're back to fine form, Edwin. The usual duo of unnecessarily-selfless sacrifice and pernicious overthinking. Incidentally, now that you're no longer running yourself in circles over reality, I was Sirius Black, wasn't I? EDWIN SEABECK: [cuttingly] Remus Lupin. Moth-eaten professorial type. Purveyor of chocolate and incomplete wisdom. Sleeps with women entirely too young for him. PETER McCADY: [wryly] Well played. Still, werewolf at least. I can hang my hat on that. [a beat, sighs] Did it ever occur to you -- no, of course it occurred to you and then you immediately chucked the thought for being optimistic and therefore unrealistic -- EDWIN SEABECK: [interrupts] We can't even go camping; I will lit'rally be stuck in the house for a month doing pretty much exactly what I'd be doing here. Besides, I've been enough of a bother this year for-- PETER McCADY: [yelling over him] Oh for god sake, you've not been a bother. EDWIN SEABECK: [bitterly] Oh really? So I must have imagined me moping about on Winter AND Easter break and you having to negotiate my bloody plea bargain-- PETER McCADY: [attempting to be patient] Yes, you needed a bit more help this year, I'm not going to argue-- EDWIN SEABECK: [in a full froth] I'm 22 years old and I still can't manage to take care of myself without you having-- PETER McCADY: [in a very final tone] Edwin Arthur, stop. Shut your gob. Take a breath. EDWIN SEABECK: [silent; very audible, if somewhat shaky, deep breath] PETER McCADY: [patiently] You're getting worked up over nothing, as usual. [a beat] Look, lad, I know you can take care of yourself. Needing a bit of sorting out from time to time isn't proof otherwise. It just means you're human. Like the rest of us. EDWIN SEABECK: [silence] PETER McCADY: You love it when people come to you with problems because it makes you feel important when you can solve them. You like being reliable and trustworthy because it makes you feel like you're of consequence to someone else. These are not unique personality traits, Ed. But you treat them like they are unique to you and that's why you end up doing stupid things like spending a month in the bloody desert on your own and driving yourself spare over 'information control'. EDWIN SEABECK: [a beat] That's not fair. PETER McCADY: [bluntly] You're right, it's not. I get that you're going to be perpetually hesitant about the motivations of others, but I am not them. I don't need you to save me from you, Ed. EDWIN SEABECK: [silence] PETER McCADY: Well? EDWIN SEABECK: [meekly, after a few moments] I didn't want you to say no. PETER McCADY: [dryly] Yes, I've been so good at that in the past. EDWIN SEABECK: [a long pause] Still. PETER McCADY: [sigh] EDWIN SEABECK: [quietly] I'm sorry. PETER McCADY: [a beat] I'm not even dating Olivia anymore. EDWIN SEABECK: [a weak snicker] PETER McCADY: I gave the senior clerkship to Gerald. She wasn't keen on her sexual favours not being repaid. I did warn her. [sighs] Ah well. Plenty of fish in the sea. Maybe I'll catch one on my newly extended New Years holiday. EDWIN SEABECK: And you wanted me to go into law. Would have done wonders for my penchant for motive analysis. PETER McCADY: [wryly] Yes, I am rather glad in hindsight I lost that argument. Not that you wouldn't have been just the cup of tea of a few of my colleagues, but that's neither here nor there. EDWIN SEABECK: God let's hope so. [a beat] Although. Speaking of. |