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Prudence Collins † THE MÒRRÌGAN (banrion) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Oh, the holidays. Prudence wasn't particularly fond of Christmas - she didn't hate it, but she didn't like it either. It was mostly because of how many her father had been absent for, but the other part of it was how her mother had always pretended everything was normal. She'd been getting phone calls and emails from her mother (who was surprisingly well-taken with technology compared to many other parents her age) asking if and when Prudence would be coming home, and what did she want? Pru had done her best to avoid most of them, giving vague answers and sometimes outright lies, excusing herself with the fact that she had to work. She did, really.

The set she was on currently was going through more of the FX-heavy scenes to get them out of the way, and when asked if she'd work through the holidays, well, Pru had barely hesitated to say yes. Eventually, though, she knew she'd cave and at least drive home on the 25th to see her mother. Thanksgiving had been bad enough - "Did you meet anyone? Are you fitting in? Are you still...I mean... Are you meeting the bills all right? Getting to work OK? How is your car? Are you taking your medication? Getting the prescriptions filled all right?" - all the normal nitpicky things a parent would ask, but always the underlying tension of has anyone seen what you can do yet and did you scare the piss out of anyone yet running through every word unspoken and every gesture her mother had.

Still, she was trying to keep such thoughts from her mind as she drove home from a late night on the set. Prudence was somewhat covered in fake blood - there had been an accident with one of the pumps, and it had exploded in her face - though between towels the producer had supplied and the rain she'd had to run through to get to her car, well, it wasn't so noticeable. Even with the accident, she'd had a good time with her fellow co-workers and was in a pleasant mood. Even her radio seemed to agree, tuned to a rock station and playing some NIN.

So when she saw Linnaea, or at least a figure that reminded her of her floormate, Pru didn't hesitate to pull over to the side of the road, rolling down the window of the passenger side of her tiny VW bug and leaning over to peer at the young woman.

"Linnaea? Is that you? Why are you walking home in the rain? Get in. Seriously, I'm not taking no for an answer." She put a hand down on the passenger side seat and pushed at the handle, opening the door to the current weather. No visions were needed to tell her what would happen to Naea if she continued on as she was. "Seriously, I have a taser in here somewhere." She hoped her joke would come across as planned, though she had a deep set feeling that whatever had made Naea walk home in the pouring rain wasn't going to be discouraged by a lame jest.