Bridget Jones | Bridget Jones' Diary (singletonjones) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-06-11 11:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, bridget jones, ivy lynn |
RP Log; Bridget Jones & Ivy Lynn
Who:Ivy Lynn and Bridget Jones
When: Friday, June 1
Where:Their apartment
What:Discussing drunk texting hot men and life woes whilst drinking wine.
Rating:PG-13 for possible language and drunkeness
Ivy Lynn had had one hell of a week. First of all she had watched the series finale of Smash with Derek which had led to a lot of awkward feelings for both of them then on Monday she had tried to find herself an agent which had proven to be more difficult than she’d expected. Although why she had thought it would be easy, Ivy didn’t know. Here she was a fictional character (even if she did have a fictional Tony) with no resume to back her up and no one that she knew in the business. She had even considered dropping her mother’s name which normally she would never do but that wouldn’t have done any good either. Leigh Conroy was as fictional here as Ivy was. Finally on Wednesday she had found someone who was willing to represent her. Her name was Nadine Shaw and the first thing she’d done was send Ivy out to get some headshots done and when she’d returned them, she had told Ivy to go home and let her see what she could do. It had only been twenty four hours but Ivy was impatient and trying hard not to worry. At least she’d gotten to do a scene from “Much Ado About Nothing” with Patrick Stewart which had made her life. Well he wasn’t Patrick Stewart here. He was actually Jean-:Luc Picard from one of the Star Trek shows (that much she knew even if Ivy had never seen an episode in her life) but he looked like Patrick Stewart so she just pretended that he was. It was probably the closest she’d ever get to performing with the man. After they’d finished going over their scene, Ivy had texted Bridget and made plans for the two of them to have a girls night in which would of course involve copious amounts of wine. They’d both agreed that they needed it. Thursday night found the two of them sitting on their couch, the television on for background noise even though Ivy couldn’t tell you what was on if you’d asked her, wine glasses in hand, discussing the state of their lives. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this,” Ivy was saying. “Apparently Derek and I end up together and have a baby but he’s mad at me still for something I haven’t even done yet. At least I think he is. God I have no clue.” Bridget took another sip of her wine and wrinkled up her nose. This place added an entirely different set of complications to one’s life. She had thought it was complicated before, being a singleton, and having at least five pounds too many on her body, and also trying to determine between reasonable nice men and horrible utter fuckwits, but this place had all of those complications as well as the added distraction of ‘knowing one’s future’. Bridget hadn’t even been able to sort it out on her own terms and she had absolutely no idea what to tell Ivy. “More wine,” she said reaching for the bottle and refilling her own glass and offering it to Ivy as well. “It’s not going to probably give us a clue, but sometimes if you drink enough of it you’re blessed with an amazing epiphany about life, and so I think it’s worth trying, really.” “I think the thing I’m deciding,” she took another drink of the wine and stared down at it thoughtfully. “Is that you can’t really treat here like there. I mean, sure, you and Derek get together there, but maybe he’ll never get over that thing here. OR maybe he will - I mean, when Mark was here he totally and completely confessed to liking me just as I am, and we were sort of a thing, maybe, and then you tell me that we are a thing there, but I didn’t even know that at the time, just that he was here and then we were a thing here and then the tesseract was hateful, but the point is, that sometimes there does become here, but here isn’t necessarily there.” She stopped and tried to map out what she’d just said in her mind. It was far fuzzier than it ought to have been for comfort and she wasn’t certain it made perfect sense, but hopefully it would be helpful and maybe even bordering on wise. “I really wish Shasta were here,” she looked at the wine glass and then put it back down on the table. “I feel as if she’d tell us something brilliant, and probably use ‘fuck’ a lot while telling it to us, but it would be brilliant and we could then go forward doing that.” Ivy took a sip of wine as she contemplated what Bridget had just said. It actually made sense to her because after the first bottle of wine, she found that she was able to understand a lot of things more easily. Or so she thought. “I don’t know. I think you’re right though. We can’t assume that what happens there happens here even though we’re there and here. Which means that we’re sort of the same people but not. Right?” She looked over at Bridget. “I saw why I blew Derek off. I thought he was being a fuck-wit. This stupid little twit of a girl that he called his ‘muse”...” Ivy rolled her eyes. “anyway she mentioned something about him asking her out and she turned him down because she didn’t feel that way and then he showed up at my birthday party and we hooked up. Now keep in mind that I got here before Derek did so I had no knowledge of this until I saw the show but I would have done exactly what that me did. I would have blown him off because I was sick of always being compared to that stupid twit and getting her leftovers. Even if it did win me a fictional Tony in the end.” Ivy tossed back the last of her glass and poured more. “The bitch of it is that I do love him. I never stopped really but I just kind of decided to not let myself get caught up with him again because he is a fuck-wit. Why do smart women like us always fall for the fuck-wits, Bridget? Do you know?” “If I knew I’d write a book about it and I’d be rich right now,” Bridget said. “Because if we knew why it happened then maybe we could also show people how to avoid it and I suspect lots of women would be interested in that. You know?” Of course Bridget didn’t have the answers and didn’t figure that she ever would have the answers. Instead she was likely to keep falling for fuckwits or making very ridiculous mistakes so that people could be interested in reading her diaries, because if she wasn’t making mistakes who would want to read about her? It was a horrid realization that her life would probably always have horrible moments so that it would keep the ‘story’ interesting. “Ugh. This place. It’s just depressing. I mean, on the bright side we have the option to just go off and do what we want here, but at the same time knowing things about your future is sort of off-putting even if when you go back you won’t know the things you knew about your future... At least you have a Tony? I mean, that’s kind of brilliant isn’t it?” Bridget had a point. This place was a lot like a giant do-over. You correct your mistakes because you knew what they were. Well some of the time you knew what they were. “Yes it is pretty brilliant,” Ivy said. “It’s a big deal in the theatre world. My mother has more than one and she never let me forget that.” She took another sip of wine. “the bad thing is that I don’t have it here. I get it back home but here I’m just another face in the crowd even if people know who I am when they see me on the streets.” That part hadn’t bothered her so much since it happened to her back home as well. Not as often as it did here of course but there were people who knew her face from the shows she’d been in. There were fans of “Heaven On Earth” who knew her well because they’d come to the show so many times. She’d only been in the ensemble but they knew everyone and often did things for them, it was nice. “I think the hard part where Derek and I are concerned is how we feel here versus what we know happens to us.” Ivy swirled the wine around in her glass and sighed. “I love him, Bridget. I’ve loved him for over a year in my time but he hurt me and I backed off because I knew I made a lot of mistakes. I fucked up big time and it took me seriously considered suicide to realize that I needed to make some changes. And putting Derek in the friend zone was one I had to make. That doesn’t mean I don’t still love him. I do but he’s having none of it because I blew him off..or I will blow him off. Hell I don’t even know what’s real and what’s not anymore. At least there’s one good thing.” She looked up and grinned. “Here I’m not pregnant!” “Well, then, go out and try out for a part,” Bridget said with a grin. “Obviously you’re a great actress because you do have a Tony in your reality, so what’s stopping you from getting one here too? I mean, yes, people know who you are because of the show, but it seems to me that you being in a show could be a huge publicity draw too. “Although you might have to have a good understudy in case the tesseract decided to be a bitch, which could be a problem,” she frowned and took another drink. “It might be hard to get a really amazing part since you might disappear at any moment, which is totally frustrating. I mean, there are people here who have been here for months and I mean, I’ve been here for quite a while, but I’ve been here very little compared to some of the people who are here. Anyway, I still think it would be worth trying and I would totally cheer you on.” She took another drink of the wine and looked into it for a moment while she considered what Ivy was saying. “Have you talked to him about what happened in your show at all?” “There are people here who’ve been around for a year now,” Ivy replied. “which is nuts. It’s almost like once you get here, you might stay forever. I’ll probably stick to trying to get an ensemble role since that way if I go poof, it won’t make a huge impact. Or I could actually be someone’s understudy, it would be the same difference if I left.” She’d looked at all the angles but so far not much had come up. Then again it had only been a day, it was just that Ivy was impatient. “Well sort of. I mean we watched it together and we sort of mumbled at each other but that was it. Derek still isn’t convinced about what this place is and he’s also stuck on the fact that I blew him off plus he doesn’t want us to decide our future because of a TV show.” Ivy blew out a breath and leaned her head against the couch. “He’s not easy to talk to and he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings. At all. So who knows.” “Well that sounds entirely too familiar,” Bridget said making a face. “Why is it that blokes always have to be such difficult prats about their emotional health? They could just be reasonable, but oh no, they have to be from Mars. Speaking of, I feel as if one of the books I have at home would suggest that you should just go out and being particularly engaging with other blokes around you and then he’ll be so irritated that you’re not paying attention to him, that he’ll come and seek you out. Although to be honest I’ve found it surprisingly difficult to get anyone to pay any attention to me here. Well, maybe not surprisingly difficult,” she sighed and took another sip of her wine. “At least you know he knows and he knows you know, so maybe soon enough it’ll be a conversation you can have. Or something,” She wrinkled up her nose. “You know what I think we both ought to do? Go out and find an American bloke that finds my British accent completely charming, and your lovely voice completely charming, and dance the night away. Except maybe not tonight, because we have the wine tonight.” Ivy laughed. “I think I’ve read that book. I don’t know why men are so difficult, it would be so much easier if they would just get their heads out of their asses and admit how they feel. I’m sure you won’t have a hard time finding an American man who finds your accent charming. Derek certainly hasn’t had an problems finding American women who find his accent charming.” She rolled her eyes and took another sip of wine. “The problem I’ve had is that so far the two most interesting men I’ve met are younger than me. I actually spent the night with one of them a few weeks ago.” Ivy glanced over at Bridget before she went on. “It was one Saturday night after I’d watched the show. I don’t even remember which episode it was but it had upset me and I went to this bar down the street and I met this guy..Luke Skywalker..and well we ended up sleeping together. And he’s nineteen. No wait I saw him post on the network that he just had a birthday so he’s twenty. Well that makes me feel a little better. Not quite such a cougar.” Bridget laughed slightly and shrugged. “I think it works more easily for guys. Or maybe not, I don’t know. I honestly can’t say that I’ve had too many men ask me out because of my accent, or really ask me out at all. It is entirely rubbish that the tesseract stole Mark away from me,” she sighed and sat the wine glass down on the table, staring into the remainder of the liquid and then sighing a second time. “Oh my god, Ivy. Luke Skywalker? Like, as in from Star Wars? Luke Skywalker?” Bridget looked up and stared at Ivy. “You have all of the luck. I’ve been hoping Indiana Jones would ask me out just for drinks for most of the past month. Why are none of the blokes here interested in me at all? There’s something terribly wrong with me, clearly.” “There is nothing wrong with you, Bridget,” Ivy said. “I just happened to get lucky. He was there and we were both more than a little drunk. Why don’t you ask Indiana Jones for drinks? There’s no reason you can’t. I’m sure he’s been asked before.” Judging from the reaction when he’d arrived, Ivy wouldn’t have been shocked if half the women in the tower hadn’t asked him for drinks. “and I’m sorry about Mark. Maybe he’ll come back. I hope he does. That would be amazing.” “Maybe I should at that. I mean, it isn’t as if he doesn’t seem to be interested in women in the films, and some of them are rather ridiculous really. I mean, for instance I’m not a cold-hearted Nazi girl who is going to steal a diary or lock him in a room in a castle, so I’m already a step up from some of his types.” Still, Bridget couldn’t help but worry that he’d just say no or that he wasn’t interested, and if she acted too interested then she might just come across desperate and everyone knew that she was hardly a bloke magnet - well leastways not a decent bloke magnet. Daniel fucking Cleaver as a perfect example of absolutely rubbish men she hung out with. “I might have to be really drunk however. I could always not follow my own advice and text him while really drunk asking him out for additional drinks.” She half-laughed. “See! You’re already ahead of the game because you’re not a Nazi!” Ivy said. “and you won’t know unless you try. Although maybe drunk texting him the first time might not be a good idea. He might not take you seriously and you wouldn’t want that at all.” Not that she hadn’t drunk texted men a few times, she had and it usually didn’t end well. “I once got drunk and showed up at Derek’s door, demanding to know how he felt about me,” she snorted and took a sip of wine. “Not a good plan because he didn’t really give me much of an answer but I ended up shagging him anyway which seems to happen a lot of the time when we end up in the same room. Maybe there is something to all that stuff we said in the show after all.” Bridget giggled at that. The idea of her being ahead of the game because she wasn’t a Nazi was just too funny, which was possibly a sign she’d had a little too much wine as it was. “Maybe just a teeny tiny bit drunk because you know I’ll never do it otherwise. I’ll just sit and wish that I’d done it and I’ll just keep doing it. Maybe one glass of wine, but no more... or something along that line.” It wasn’t really a question, Bridget didn’t entirely plan on texting Indiana Jones out of the blue, but if she did she knew she’d have to have a little courage from the wine bottle before she could even consider it. “Well, if you’ve got that much chemistry - and I haven’t seen your show, except for just bits here and there obviously - but if you’ve got that much chemistry eventually if you’re in the same room together things are bound to sort out, right. I mean, maybe you just need to invite him over and see what happens.” “That’s a thought,” Ivy mused. “although I did go to his place right after he got her and pretty much told him I was willing to make up for what my television self did when she blew him off. He turned me down flat though.” She took a sip of wine. “said that he didn’t think I should let emotions from watching something I didn’t remember affect me. Fuck-wit.” Ivy had always loved that word when she’d read it in Bridget’s books. It was such a great term and quite frankly it fit Derek perfectly. “So I don’t know. It’s a god-awful mess but there’s something there, there always has been. I suppose it’s all bound to sort itself out at some point. If we don’t kill each other first.” Bridget wrinkled up her nose and made a face at the idea of Derek simply blowing Ivy off. So far as she could tell Ivy was a very lovely and very attractive woman and there was no particular reason why Derek ought to be blowing her off, which did tend to make the man more of a fuckwit than a decent bloke. But even if she agreed with Ivy regarding Derek, the point really was that she didn’t know exactly how to help Ivy get with Derek. “Well, you had best not kill each other is all I have to say,” Bridget piped up. “I’d rather not be stuck with luck of the draw for another roommate. Maybe time is just the best thing to give it or going back to the just ignore him and ask Indiana Jones for drinks, type of scenario.” “He’s not worth going to jail over,” Ivy said, shaking her head. “do we won’t be killing each other. You’re not going to have to break in a new roommate any time soon. At least not for that reason. I don’t want to do that either so I’m refusing to let the Tesseract take you back. If we have to we can always go smash it with a hammer.” Yes Ivy was a bit drunk because she knew that there was no way SHIELD would let anyone get close enough to the Tesseract to do any kind of damage to it. In fact she wasn’t even sure she knew where the thing was kept not that she thought about it. “I don’t know if making him jealous would work or not,” she mused. “It would work on me. It does work on me. Mostly I think he’d just roll his eyes at me. Maybe I should find someone to just go talk to him and tell him he’s an idiot?” “I really want it to be Thor’s hammer,” Bridget giggled, knowing there was no way she’d be able to pick up Thor’s hammer, but the idea of it still amused her quite a bit. Or maybe that was the wine laughing. It was likely a toss-up. “I mean, can you imagine - just take Thor’s hammer after the tesseract and we can all stay here. Well, if and when Mark comes back through I’ll take Thor’s hammer to the tesseract so we can all stay here, because I don’t want to be here without Mark around.” “Well, I’ll happily tell him he’s an idiot,” Bridget offered. “But I don’t know if it’ll help very much since I’m guessing he already thinks I’m a bit of an idiot.” “It probably has to be Thor’s hammer,” Ivy said. “because that would make sense in some fucked up way. It could only be destroyed by the hammer of a god or some such shit.” She downed the glass of wine she was drinking. “that’s what we’ll do then. We’ll see if we can get it to bring Mark here and then we’ll convince Thor to bust it up. He and I are tight after all.” Ivy still felt like an idiot for throwing up on his feet the night she’d arrived. “I’m not sure what he thinks. He’s never said.” Ivy had spoken about Bridget to Derek but he’d never offered an opinion about her roommate. “Sometimes I think Derek believes everyone on the planet is an idiot except him.” Bridget raised her glass and said “Cheers!” Rather Too Loudly really, and she giggled after she said it. “We have a plan. And I think it’s a very good one honestly. It involves hammers, and Thor and the tesseract, and Mark Darcy, who, let’s face it any plan that involves Mark Darcy is a good plan.” It really was a good plan and she wished more of her life plans in the here and now involved Mark Darcy. Why the tesseract had taken him away she couldn’t say and she mostly just wanted him to be here right now as well. She sighed quietly and wrinkled up her nose again. “God it’s just depressing to think about how unlikely that is to happen. Maybe we really ought to just watch telly or I might end up drunk texting Indiana Jones before the evening is out.” “We’ll find a way to get Mark Darcy back. In fact when he gets here we’ll just stick him in Derek’s apartment! That way we could keep an eye on both of them.” Ivy giggled. “You’re probably right. We should watch the television before we do something crazy. Although I still think you should text Indiana Jones. OO...or James Bond!” “You know I tried flirting with James Bond when I first arrived and I clearly am not Bond Girl material. On the bright side, that probably means I’ll live to see my next birthday,” Bridget considered this for a moment. Was a night with James Bond worth the potential loss of one’s next birthday? Probably not. He was very attractive yes, but he clearly had a ‘type’ and usually ‘dead’ tended to be an adjective applied to that type, so really, she could live without James. “Anyway, I may text Indiana Jones, but not tonight because it’s just going to end in badness.” She reached for the remote. “You should decide what we watch. Make certain it’s completely cheesy and full of distracting hot men who are not fuckwits, etc.” “That means we have to watch Animal Planet then,” Ivy declared because even though there really aren’t any hot men on there, at least the male animals aren’t fuckwits. Not as far as we know anyway.” |