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( video | o1 ) un: blink.
( The feed starts with a wobble, Clarice ignoring the swoop of fear and nausea that washes through her to tighten her grip on her phone. )
Hi.
( She smiles, and it looks easy even though it's not. She's made no effort to hide her mutation, unnaturally green eyes bright in the light of her apartment, pink mark over one of them. The only thing that isn't obvious are her ears, and the fact that she can rip holes in space. But she's trying to look approachable. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back to the couch. Her free hand moves restlessly, seems to be petting something off camera as she gears up to speak. )
Um, my name's Clarice. I got here a couple of months ago, and I figured now would be a good time to say hey and maybe ask some questions. ( Blowing out a breath. She can do this. ) I've noticed that some of us - the displaced - are a little young, and it got me wondering if anyone had set up something to make sure they're being properly cared for? Not like a foster home, because we've all been given beds and sh --. Stuff. ( Motherfucker. ) But more for emotional support? One of those big brother-slash-big sister schemes. Making sure they're safe, or uh, that they're eating proper food instead of candy bars. Or even just to talk. Because it's hard enough for anyone ending up here, but I know I would have been freaked out as a kid.
( Another pause, and then --. )
Actually, I've been through the whole world turned upside down high school thing, so even if there's not and anyone wants to talk about it, or just have someone to rant to? My phone's always on me. And if I'm not good enough then there's always Zingo. ( She angles the camera now to take in the dog sitting at her side. ) Who is definitely a good judge of character and requires so many hugs. You'd be doing me a favour. My arm's getting sore.
( There, she's done, she's made it through the broadcast and can now panic a little off-screen. ) Okay, thanks!
Hi.
( She smiles, and it looks easy even though it's not. She's made no effort to hide her mutation, unnaturally green eyes bright in the light of her apartment, pink mark over one of them. The only thing that isn't obvious are her ears, and the fact that she can rip holes in space. But she's trying to look approachable. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back to the couch. Her free hand moves restlessly, seems to be petting something off camera as she gears up to speak. )
Um, my name's Clarice. I got here a couple of months ago, and I figured now would be a good time to say hey and maybe ask some questions. ( Blowing out a breath. She can do this. ) I've noticed that some of us - the displaced - are a little young, and it got me wondering if anyone had set up something to make sure they're being properly cared for? Not like a foster home, because we've all been given beds and sh --. Stuff. ( Motherfucker. ) But more for emotional support? One of those big brother-slash-big sister schemes. Making sure they're safe, or uh, that they're eating proper food instead of candy bars. Or even just to talk. Because it's hard enough for anyone ending up here, but I know I would have been freaked out as a kid.
( Another pause, and then --. )
Actually, I've been through the whole world turned upside down high school thing, so even if there's not and anyone wants to talk about it, or just have someone to rant to? My phone's always on me. And if I'm not good enough then there's always Zingo. ( She angles the camera now to take in the dog sitting at her side. ) Who is definitely a good judge of character and requires so many hugs. You'd be doing me a favour. My arm's getting sore.
( There, she's done, she's made it through the broadcast and can now panic a little off-screen. ) Okay, thanks!
[video | un: flamel]
[Not sure how long those kids are going to remain kids, but these things were usually temporary.]
It wouldn't be a bad idea to set up an organization kids can go to have fun with each other and feel safe. What's a big brother... big sister scheme?
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( She's so glad she avoided that. Nobody needs a teenager with barely any control of her powers stomping around. She doesn't think she'd live through it. )
It's a scheme back home, or it was. You paired people up, a grownup and a kid, and that grownup would maybe take the kid out once a week? To a park or for food. Maybe they'd meet up to help with homework? I've never been in one, but I've heard about it. It sounded cool.
( Not that she would have wanted to be a part of it. )
But maybe a youth club would be a neat way to make sure that everyone's doing okay?
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[He's oblivious, mostly.]
We never had anything like that back home, not that I'm aware of anyway.
[If Laura's collection of older brother/father figures was any indication they had an unofficial one going already though.]
I made a place for a friend of mine to go when she needed to get away for a bit. It's kind of secret just for her though, it might make sense to put one together everyone can go to. Have people who can check in and take the kids out or play games while they're there, that sounds sort of like what you're talking about, right?
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( Is this what John has to think about all the time? Because already it feels immense and when one question gets answered, another three seem to appear. )
But I also want to make sure they're happy too, you know? Most of us are strangers, so it could be hard to notice if someone's feeling a little lost.