Erin sighs. Skullduggery had also said not to take this personally.
She definitely takes it personally.
"I suppose it's an improvement over striking me like he did last time." Erin stands slowly. "I don't suppose he did either you or me the courtesy of saying why?"
"...Thank you, Ms. Friday. If he's not the type to shoot the messenger can you let him know that I would, at his convenience, like to bargain with him in his role as the god of this world? I'm given to understand that's considered godly behavior by many cultures. My apologies for interrupting your work."
Erin tucks the book under her arm, hands into her pockets, and starts slouching away from the bridge. "...And I do mean only if passing the message along won't endanger you. I wanna make that very clear. You seem...extremely giving. I'm not someone you need to go to great lengths for."
[no, she'll already know that's not true, if she's here. it will just keep happening if she doesn't... which doesn't make her feel any better about it.]
(Don't yell. Friday did nothing wrong. We're not mad at her. Don't.)
I won't.
"I'm gonna just leave this here, Ms. Friday. If it's possible, can you defer it getting put back for a day or three?" Erin doesn't wait for an answer before she drops the copy of Frankenstein, very deliberately, near the wall of the walkway so others won't trip on it. "Thank you again for informing me. I'm going to go...no, drinking's not enough. I think I'm gonna go see how much those sandbags can take before they give out."
Sure thing! Just let me know if you need anything else! [she stands in front of the bridge for a long while, waiting until she can no longer sense another presence on the deck.
she walks over to the book, scooping it up, and examines it for a moment. then, she walks over to the railing, drops the book into the sea, and leaves to go back to the front desk.]
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She definitely takes it personally.
"I suppose it's an improvement over striking me like he did last time." Erin stands slowly. "I don't suppose he did either you or me the courtesy of saying why?"
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Um, not really, saying anything... Just giving me the order...
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Erin tucks the book under her arm, hands into her pockets, and starts slouching away from the bridge. "...And I do mean only if passing the message along won't endanger you. I wanna make that very clear. You seem...extremely giving. I'm not someone you need to go to great lengths for."
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[no, she'll already know that's not true, if she's here. it will just keep happening if she doesn't... which doesn't make her feel any better about it.]
With you.
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(Don't yell. Friday did nothing wrong. We're not mad at her. Don't.)
I won't.
"I'm gonna just leave this here, Ms. Friday. If it's possible, can you defer it getting put back for a day or three?" Erin doesn't wait for an answer before she drops the copy of Frankenstein, very deliberately, near the wall of the walkway so others won't trip on it. "Thank you again for informing me. I'm going to go...no, drinking's not enough. I think I'm gonna go see how much those sandbags can take before they give out."
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she walks over to the book, scooping it up, and examines it for a moment. then, she walks over to the railing, drops the book into the sea, and leaves to go back to the front desk.]