Re: log: connie/atticus
She shook her head. No, there was no safe way to figure out how time travel worked. Her dad likely thought he was being very careful about it and look where he ended up. "I like slowing things down." Connie confessed and she hadn't told anyone that. She hadn't even really thought about it. She liked it the same way Atticus liked sweets, the same way Dahl liked punching things. It was just a feeling. Something that made her feel like the topsy-turvey way the universe worked wasn't so bad. "I'll show you sometime. Something better than a cookie spinning." He was cautious, but Connie knew he could appreciate it. He liked Meat Loaf, after all.
"Heh, you don't want to feel responsible for someone like me." Connie laughed. "I'm trouble!" She laughed again and sighed heavily. "I'm thinking about giving it to the government. He worked for Area-52. Maybe they should have it so his research doesn't go to waste." Connie shrugged. "Or maybe they'd accidentally make everything worse. Whatever- the point is- I can't destroy it. It's like- it's like my last physical memory of him. Or- Maybe he needs it? To come back?" She sounded so young in that cracking question, eyes lacking the Halloween howl he had seen in the moonlight. Just watery blues, lost like a little girl. She couldn't fight the urge to tear up, thinking about her dad, and so she wiped her eyes and smiled to prove she was okay. Like a kid who laughed after skinning her knee.
She let her head tilt back to look towards the stairs, unblinkingly searching for a ghost that could be there. "I miss them. Your folks. It took a lot of work to make them talk to me. I like that in people." Connie thought she saw something, a white dot floating up there on the stairs, but when she rubbed her eyes it was gone. "So. Okay. Your turn."