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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 29, 2015 20:22:48 GMT
[Continued in a highly timey-wimey way from certain previous threads - this is set later on in the afternoon. Space/Time has special plans for Moon's office or something idek it's just easier for i<3feels to reply this way] "-and that's when she breaks up with me again." Daniel takes another bite of cookie dough icecream. "You know, I even admitted I was in the wrong. I mean, I wasn't. In the wrong, that is. But I said it! To make her happy! What more does she want from me?" Shakily, he hops from the edge of Moon's desk to go deposit his empty bowl in the kitchenette area. Then he reconsiders, sits back down, and scoops himself out some more ice cream. He gestures significantly with his spoon. "I just don't get it." In general, Daniel imagines these meetings are somewhat similar - in general tone - to how conversations with his mother might feel, if his mother wasn't homicidal. Or at least, if his mother wasn't homicidal in his direction. |
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Post by i<3feels on Jul 1, 2015 20:53:47 GMT
[MY NAME. YOU MONSTER. I'm never leaving my computer unattended again. I'm going to be watching it every second. Watching you too. One eye on my computer. One on you. I may be unable to walk but at least I will be safe.]
Moon mentally tallies the ice-cream contents of the freezer. Phew - good for another week or so. It's just a good job Young Enterprise is actually making money to spend on desserts. (Admittedly, most of YE money is now going to 'educational charities' - i.e. the Moon-Mulholland Emotional Relief Dessert Fund - but what else was that money for, anyway?)
She stands, moving towards the kitchenette herself. "Tea, Daniel? Separately to the ice-cream? In the ice cream? There is no judgement in the guidance counselor's office"... at least not for Daniel. A little red notebook in her desk records the dirty secretly and emotional baggage of the few students unwise enough to come to her with actual problems before the school as a whole cottoned on.
She flicks the kettle on, then walks over to Daniel, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Neither do I. Maybe she just needs some time? Goodness knows, she's always seen the benefits of dating you again in the past. I can sympathise with the admission, though. Had to do that once at a disciplinary hearing. Those things are tedious as all hell, but at least professing I felt guilty - obviously, I made it clear I wasn't - made me look infinitely better. Anyway. Anything I can help with?"
She gestures magnanimously with her own spoon. "Want me to have a chat with her?"
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 1, 2015 21:29:15 GMT
[Sorry  Do I know you???] "If it's green, make sure the water's off-boil," Daniel says automatically, before hearing the rest. "In icecream? Wait, no- just- what--" He collects himself. Nods sympathetically at the tales of disciplinary hearings. Such things are not news to him; Moon's pragmatic approach to guidance counsellorship is one of the reasons he admires her. In fact, he has spent a great deal of time familiarising himself with the contents of a certain little red notebook. "Thanks- but if it's all the same, I think it's best that I handle this one." Pause. "You know, she thinks I can't handle commitment? Of course I can handle commitment! She just takes everything too seriously. Like that one time I didn't turn up to prom and she just exploded. Or the time I was a couple of hours late for the Year Nine interform battle of the bands and she slapped me. Or when we were eleven and I decided to run away to Italy and she-" Wait, what was he saying? "What I'm saying is that I'm not in the wrong, here." |
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Post by i<3feels on Jul 1, 2015 22:01:19 GMT
[You will soon! I'll find you, Bertie. More precisely, I'll find your laptop. You'll wish I had Moon's approach to ethics!]
"So you want to try it? Honestly, you need to be clear about these things, Daniel. Nobody will hear if you mumble."
She pours the boiling water into the teapot, leaves it to brew for precisely 1.7 seconds, and then carries it carefully in the approximate direction of Daniel's bowl.
"Well. Generally you're not, indeed, though I might suggest being a little firmer on scheduling. Turning up to-"
She pronounces the word gingerly "-prom is something I've heard people can be sensitive about. People like us, well, we just have to work around their little foibles. Have you tried giving her a timetable of some sort? Perhaps colour coded?"
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 1, 2015 22:12:33 GMT
[Are you... another intern? A lab technician? One of the biologists? This place is the size of a city!!! I have to narrow it down!!!] [wait did you KNOW MOON PERSONALLY omg] [DID YOU MEET LL AND DR STAPLETON AND AKANE SHIO] [OMG OMG OMG]
He very delicately reaches for the poor, unsuspecting teapot, in order to take custody of it and thereby prevent further abuse.
(Green tea is to be brewed for three minutes at eighty degrees. This is just standard. Honestly. Nor is icecream a traditional additive. Teachers are so weird sometimes.)
"I guess so..."
What follows is that certain brand of terrifying silence indicative of Daniel having had An Idea.
"Dr Moon. Think about this. Why should I have to work around her? She's the one who dumped me. She wants it to be final. Well, maybe I've moved on."
He puts down the icecream bowl, decisively.
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Post by i<3feels on Jul 1, 2015 22:23:44 GMT
[Fiiine, I'm another intern. Technically. I got moved here to help with Dr Stapleton's investigation, before he arrested himself! I had to look through all the old Moon files and it just got so interesting that I had to play her! Do you want to see sometime? I have some cool stuff on Stapleton's mother and Moon]
Moon reluctantly relinquishes the teapot. Daniel is just as picky about his tea/desserts/combinations thereof as usual.
Warily, but trying to sound enthusiastic for Daniel's sake, she asks. "Moved on? Well, you know I'll always support you, Daniel, but moved on are not words I thought I'd ever hear from you." Or see written. Or ever observe the thought processes leading to the emission of such a phrase on a conveniently timed brain scan.
"And is there a person at the end of that 'moved on'?"
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