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It’s time the TAZ fandom talked about Kardala fanart
In light of Sarah Z’s new McElroy video, I’d really like to highlight a certain section regarding Kardala that I believe could be expanded on. Due to her focus on McElroys in the video and Justin’s racism regarding Kardala, I think it’s very important to mention that it was not just him who contributed to her stereotyping. Fans had also played a significant role in spreading Justin’s racist stereotypes.
I’m specifically talking about traditional Inuit tattoos drawn by artists who are not Inuit, and how I ask these artists to stay away from giving Kardala/Irene and other Inuit characters these tattoos in the future. I speak as an Inuk who lived in Nunavut and around my culture for a good portion of my earlier life, but I am also just one person. Other Inuit, Yup’ik and Aleut fans may hold different opinions, so please respect that.
I highly recommend that you watch Sarah Z’s new video first. If not the whole video, then at least the section 1:21:16 – 1:22:45 for an explanation on how racist Kardala was in canon. She spoke on it pretty well and I’m glad she decided to include it. I will add the link to the video in a reblog.
Quick disclaimer: please do not seek out any artists who may have made art depicting Kardala in an unfavourable way. I will be using art shown in Sarah Z’s video to illustrate my point, but I do not condone any harassment. The artist has since learned and I appreciate him taking the time to edit his original post, and I extend this to any artist who may have drawn in ignorance in the past. I hold no ill will to these artists, and I hope no one else does either.
TL;DR: Drawing traditional tattoos on Kardala when you’re not a part of the culture is racist and holds an immense amount of baggage to it. Ignorant art, even when old, can still have an impact on the present and can bring issues if not addressed.
For a little bit of background: traditional Inuit tattoos, referred to as tunniit for the rest of this post, are a cultural practice in many Inuit cultures that had almost been wiped out by Christian missionaries. They are an immensely personal form of documentation of one’s life, heritage and/or achievements, with meanings varying from region to region, family to family, person to person
The current revival of tunniit is still incredibly new. It is a reclamation of a practice that Inuit can never truly get back, for so many designs and meanings have been purposely wiped out, that not even many Inuit can get due to stigma in Christianity and the workforce. It’s because of this that the specific practice of tunniit is closed to outsiders of the cultures.
When artists who aren’t Inuit would put tunniit on Kardala, they did not comprehend what those lines mean. They simply can’t. They’d google these tattoos and copy them off of whatever black-and-white image of real Inuk women they saw, oblivious to the incredibly personal meanings they have meant to each individual, and slapped them onto a meat-crazed eskimo caricature. Or, and I can’t tell if this is worse, they make up their own fun designs, lines and squiggles that are their own caricature, a mockery of a practice we can’t properly reclaim, devoid of any meaning beyond faux “accuracy” or “aesthetic.” It is a terrible move to put such a sacred, newly-revived practice onto a character who was made with such awful stereotypes planted into her from the start.
[ID: A digital drawing of Irene and Kardala from TAZ: Commitment. Irene is a chubby Inuk woman with light brown skin and shoulder length, dark brown hair, and wears a grey blazer and a pencil skirt. She stands idly and glances to the side with a neutral expression. Kardala is a taller, muscular Inuk woman with light brown skin and shoulder length white hair that flows around her. She’s wearing a sleeveless black shirt and has her back facing the viewer with her head turned to the right. Her eyes glow white and her is mouth opened in an enraged expression. White lightning comes out of Kardala’s outstretched arms. Both women have triangular tattoos on their foreheads, cheeks, and chins, along with tattooed lines on their fingers. Kardala’s tattoos glow a bright white. End ID.] credit to a now informed artist, @galway-bae (note: the issues i will bring up in the next paragraph dont all apply to the art above, but are close enough i grouped them together.)
There was also a problem of using the tunniit as a sign of otherworldly power or the feeling of ancientness. Artists would place these tattoos on Kardala, along with putting her in our traditional parkas and regalia, while usually giving Irene “modern” clothing and completely disregarding putting tunniit on her unless it connected to her powers/Kardala. This action mystifies our culture and sets them as “magical” and “primitive” compared to the “normal” and “civilized” European culture. It also disconnects Irene from her own practices and culture, while simultaneously allowing people to access our most personal practice. This mirrors exactly what Justin did when canonically disconnecting Irene from her culture while also using a real life deity as inspiration for Kardala.
I know it feels strange to be mentioning all of this nearly four years after the fact. It was four years of “no bummers,” four years of holding in a grudge that I felt I could never bring up due to how long it has been since Commitment aired. But even when Sarah Z discussed Justin’s racism in her video, she placed the above art without criticism or any mention of tunniit, and I had to be reminded that people did not know that the fandom also heavily contributed to this racist caricature. That it wasn’t just Justin McElroy who made the Commitment era one of the worst times to be an Inuk TAZ fan. Old art can still be brought up in the present, and can still hurt, and that’s why I wanted to address it now. Better late than never.
Small detail I couldn’t fit elsewhere: there is an exception to those who aren’t Inuit drawing tunniit. If you are drawing Inuit with tunniit in real life or are drawing Inuit characters who canonically have tunniit, please do not remove them. They are a vital part of our identity, and if an Inuk made that character have tunniit, those meanings probably hold significance to both the character and the creator. Removing them takes away all of that.
I don’t expect artists to go back and delete any artwork depicting Kardala with tunniit. Nor do I expect artists to stop drawing her with tunniit, since I haven’t seen many artists drawing her this year to begin with lol. But I sincerely hope this post allows people to think about their decisions in drawing Inuit characters in the future, and to remember that the racism in TAZ wasn’t just spread by the McElroys alone.
Thank you for reading, and please take this as a teaching moment to bring with you in the future.
Thrillophilia, an online marketplace for tours and activities, compiled a list of countries, cities, and destinations that many of us may have been say incorrectly all along. Each graphic features a side-by-side comparison of the common, incorrect pronunciation juxtaposed with how the locals say it.
TBH Anglophones sound kind of pretentious when they start trying to pronounce local place names like natives. If you start talking about Pah-ree instead of Paris or Moonchen instead of Munich I’m going to side-eye you.
Can we talk about TAZ Commitment a bit more because it is wack as fuck? Like every episode it turn a turn that was so odd and out there but fit so right. It is just like. 3 strangers. Super powers. Bible amusement park. King of America. Pull up on the white house. It’s just crazy and I want more memes about it.
I think about this moment a lot
okay if you’re like “what is TAZ” this is UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this is good
SO MY TAZ COMMITMENT EPISODE 2 THOUGHTS… Actually this is more about Kardala and not the episode in general which I enjoyed. Let me start off by saying that I’m Indigenous, but I’m not Inuit. My thoughts as a white-coded Ililiwiskwew (Cree woman) are informed by my cultural background and particular experiences. These include an academic background in Indigenous media representation as well as, uh, life experience with stereotypes and anti-Indigeneity, I guess? So with all that in mind, let’s talk about Kardala.
I’m still apprehensive, for reasons I’ll explain, but like general first impression is man, Justin is good at the jokes, huh? I think narratively speaking he’s set up a great character dynamic with the Remy and Nadiya and I really like the way the three of them play off each other. It’s very good. I think Kardala could be too, BUT I do want to highlight something that I think maybe people less familiar with Indigenous stereotyping in popular media might not have picked up on, which was a little bad for me.
The way Indigenous peoples are portrayed in media is often as peoples that are firmly entrenched in the past. We’re pretty much the only group that is 100% more widely seen in “historical” settings than contemporary. Even in sci-fi, if there are Indigenous people or our analogues on screen, we’re probably playing the role of the “noble savage.” You know this stereotype. We’re these nature gods (Yeeeah… I will grant Justin that he’s basing Kardala off of Inuit traditional beliefs and chose a thunder goddess and also that Storm is the best X-Men character so I get it.) who are attuned to the natural world, but unwise in the way of technology. (Y'all remember Avatar? James Cameron thinks you do. That’s this shit all over.) Because we don’t know anything about, you know, the modern world we all live in, we’re often depicted—especially in cases where we’re the antagonists—as gullible and ignorant, therefore easy to manipulate. This is linked to the paternalistic was Indigenous peoples are treated by settler colonial governments, where we’re often legally considered to be, in some fashion, wards of the state. That’s where this stereotype (we’re easily duped and simpleminded) comes from.
As an Indigenous person, I worry that Kardala’s “I am a goddess who knows not your ways” could fall into that. When Chris Hemsworth—a white dude putting on a British accent—does it as Thor, it means something different than when an Inuit woman does it.
It’s played for jokes in the episode, things like her not knowing what Stromboli is and not having heard of Jesus before, and I think Justin reigned it in at the rights time (holy shit Justin thank you for saying “Kardala knows what science is”), but especially if you’re considering writing fan fiction, be aware of this. Like, this stereotype is directly linked to the idea that, because we’re so ignorant, we don’t know how to properly take care of our children, our lands, out waters, so they should be taken from us—it’s directly related to deeply rooted racist, anti-Indigenous attitudes pervading society.
Now, I will say that because everything Kardala does is juxtaposed by Irene—quiet, but well-spoken, highly educated, empathetic, apparent romantic hipster that she is—that mediates a lot of Kardala’s potential for harm for me. I think she’s funny and I know Justin put a lot of care into how he’s portraying her, but I’m hoping Kardala becomes more well-rounded as a character because right now she could tip over into the badlands for me and oh my god please don’t do me like that, my guy.
what with all the whyis talk yesterday, i was thinking about starting it again but a little differently this time. like, less roleplay focused (so we don’t spam our followers) but more… creation focused, more interactive. remember when we used to do those giant askthe blank blogs? I say we do that. One blog so everything is all together, so we can write stories and roleplay and draw and stuff on just ONE blog rather than EVERYBODY’S blog. if you’re interested just let me know!
again, if you’re interested in joining up, please, let me know! Even if you’re not sure and you have some questions, just send me an ask or message me and I’ll get back to you ASAP.
definitely interested!
I may not be active, but I still love you all.
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The Angel of Death
FISTS YOU
And then you Die
Context: my teacher translated the verb “to grasp with one’s hand” as “to fist” since that’s kinda what it literally means, but you can’t translate it like that into English because “to fist” means something ENTIRELY different, but she doesn’t know that.
So she was explaining how they use the verb to describe the angel of death taking your soul — he rips your soul out of you with his fist. Now that’s pretty damn metal, but she said word for word “the angel of death fists you, and then you die” which is the single most terrifying and powerful sentence to ever grace my ears
me, sweating profusely: “The TAZ fandom needs this immediately”
@whyisnadiyapissed hey I’m back how fucking long have you been in your lab
Time is an illusion, Sage.
……no
I’m gonna shut the power off I stg
Ha! I’m off the grid now, you can’t do shit.
Self sufficient and clean energy ftw!
that dosent even make sense
have you forgotten that I can control like, all the electronics in this house?
Pretty sure bioelectricity is out of your wheelhouse, cutie. ;)
bold of you to assume I have any idea what that word means
come out of your lab. i made pasta
…
What kind of pasta?
Spaghetti
If there’s no ravioli or tortellini I’m not interested.
….
Did you at least make alfredo sauce?
Mhm. so leave your lab for once for fucks sake
Which recipe did you use?
I don’t know I found one on google
Fine.
Is it all ready, or are you still making it?
I finished like 5 minutes ago
………….
Can you just, bring it to me?
No
You are going to leave your lab whether you like it or not
Make me. I dare you. I’ve got enough granola in here to last me another year.
Jesus Christ
Well it’s not like I can’t get into your lab and I’m 80% sure I can pick you up
Try it, I fuckin’ dare ya.
I will. I fucking will. You don’t weigh shit anyways
Mean, but accurate.
“Whatever.” Mary typed before shoving her phone in her pocket. She undid the ponytail her hair had been tied into and opened the door to the lab.
Nadiya sets the phone to her side, and chuckles to herself. This should be interesting.
“You’ve been here for like a fucking month, Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered as she stepped into the room, trying to ignore the chemical smell that made her feel light-headed. She approached Nadiya and spoke, “Come on.”
Nadiya ignores her in favor of continuing to type feverishly into her computer.
“Falsehood, I sleep and shower in my room. Not to mention change my clothes.” She gestures to herself, the rhythmic takking of the keyboard pausing for a brief moment.
“Sure ya’ do. Come on. You know I hate being in here.”
“Then why’re you here, Sage?”
“Because I care about you? Come on. I can and will pick you up.”
“Go for it then. I’ll probably black out for a sec if I stand up.”
“Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Mary picked Nadiya up bridal-style, clearly unsteady under her weight, but still staying upright.
“Fuck- Gah I was kidding! Put me down, damn it!” Nadiya begins to redden, squirming to get out of Mary’s grasp.
“Nope!” Mary responded mockingly, using Nadiya’s own words.
She tightened her grasp as she began to walk out of the room.
“No, seriously, I’m fine you don’t need to- SAGE!” Nadiya yells as the pressure around her increases, causing her to deepen in color and (literally) melt involuntarily.
Mary carried Nadiya outside the lab, mentally closing and locking the door, making sure to disable the keypad so she wouldn’t just run back in. Only then did she release her, helping her back to her feet.
Nadiya is back on her feet, but she still feels like she’s collapsing in on herself. She realizes it’s because she is. She’s melting, deconstituting, turning to liquid, all because of one tall asshole. for some reason. She pulls herself back together, wrapping her arms around her torso in a pseudo-hug, hoping praying that Mary didn’t notice.
Mary furrowed her brow in concern, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, foods on the table.”
Nadiya groans. Right. Food.
Mary grabbed her by the wrist, leading her to the kitchen table.
“How the hell did you manage to get a nerdy science prize if you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“Guts. How’d you get to be such an asshole when you can’t either?”
Mary rolled her eyes, gesturing for Nadiya to sit.
“I take care of myself plenty. And I’m only trying to help.”
Nadiya rolls her eyes. “Fallacy.”
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, Jones.” Mary retorted, sitting down across from Nadiya.
“Sure. And you already washed all your dishes and cutlery and placed them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. I’m not eating ‘til you do, Sage. Could be poisoned or laced with melatonin or hydroxyzine to make me ‘sleep’.”
“Nadiya.” Mary deadpanned. “I’m not going to drug you. I would never do that.”
“That may be true, but the fact remains that there is no evidence that you in fact ate.”
“Will you eat if I eat something?”
“Aha! So you haven’t eaten!”
…
“Yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t. Big deal.”
Mary got up, going to retrieve a bowl and spooning pasta into it.
Nadiya follows in kind, going on the tips of her toes and pulling a bowl from the cabinet. She spoons a generous helping of pasta into her bowl, betraying how hungry she actually is, and begins eating as she leans against the kitchen counter.
Mary sat down next to her, eating distractedly, attention moreso on making sure Nadiya actually ate.
“How long has it been since you ate, Nad?”
“…” Nadiya doesn’t actually remember.
“A while.”
Mary frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“You don’t-” Nadiya trails off, lost in thought.
“I do if you’re not going to eat on your own.”
“Thanks for the noodles. I’m going to take them back to the lab. We know where this conversation’s going to go.”
“We don’t, have to talk. But we both know if you take the food back to your lab you won’t eat it.”
“You have no evidence to support that claim, Sage.”
“When was the last time you ate in your lab?”
“Yesterday. Granola bar. Do try to keep up.”
“Christ, Nadiya. You’re gonna fucking starve.”
“Going upstairs! Can’t hear you!” Nadiya yells, already halfway to the second floor.
Mary grumbled and stood up, leaving her barely-touched spaghetti behind. She sped after Nadiya, beating her to the top of the stairs and blocking her way.
“Mother-FUCKER! Let me through, Sage!” Nadiya tries to shove her way between Mary and the wall on her right to no avail.
Mary moved to the side a bit, letting Nadiya go past. As soon as she did, she turned around, pinning her against the wall with a smirk.
Nadiya yelps, reddening slightly. “W- What’re you doing, Sage?” She stammers, cursing herself as she does.
“Getting you to take care of yourself.” Mary grumbled, loosening her grip, but not letting go.
“Th- That’s fine, but do you have, um, any other methods?”
“Well apparently not with how stubborn you’re being.”
Nadiya looks around, taking in her surroundings and weighing her options.
She abruptly melts, crawls between Mary’s legs, and dashes for the lab, bowl forgotten.
She’s at the door handle when the headache hits. She winces and pauses.
Mary is hardly surprised when Nadiya changes form before her.
“Doors locked, Nad. And I disabled the keypad.” She grumbled as she turned around, instantly being struck with a pang of worry.
Nadiya hasher knuckles to her temples, her eyes are screwed shut. “Fuckin’ hell- god- agh!”
Mary instinctively took a deep breath, leveling herself before approaching Nadiya slowly.
“Nadiya. I think you’re having a power overload, hun.”
“It’s-” Nadiya winces. “It’s not a- an overload. It- just happens. Sometimes. It’s my body trying to put itself back together. I think.”
“..I don’t know what it is, but you need to calm down, okay?” Mary held out a hand, “You’re gonna be alright.”
Nadiya takes a dry swallow. “I’m fine. it’s fine.”
“No. It’s not. Let’s get you to the couch so you can lay down.”
Nadiya swats at the hand Mary is holding out to her. “Leave it alone, Sage.”
Mary’s brow furled. “Please don’t call me that.” She took another deep breath. “Okay. I’m not gonna try to do anything. What do you need? You tell me.”
“I- I don’t know. More. Less. Sleep. Solitude. I- ergh. I can’t- I can’t articulate what I’m trying to say and it’s frustrating me, Mary.”
“I can leave you alone so you can sleep?” Mary offered.
“Please stay.”
Mary shifted so she was sitting down next to Nadiya rather than crouching.
“Okay. I’ll stay. Can you make it to the couch?”
“My room’s closer.”
“Okay.” Mary coaxed.
She had even surprised herself with the way she was acting. Usually she would try to get someone else to deal with this, or just flat out hide in her room. But something about Nadiya’s pitiful form compelled her to act in a way that wasn’t entirely her. Maybe it was because she knew just how painful a power overload was? Or she was grateful for Nadiya taking care of her before?
Whatever. Didn’t matter. What mattered now was getting Nadiya to a bed.
She picked Nadiya up from the carpeted floor, beginning towards her room.
“Thanks.”
I don’t need your pity, Nadiya wants to say. They both know she’s capable enough on her own. Help may be nice, but it makes her feel like a helpless child.
“It’s the least I can do.”
Mary wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, but it was the first thing her brain thought up, and therefor the first thing that came out of her mouth. Maybe she was grateful in some sense after all.
She carried Nadiya into her room, gently setting her on the bed.
“Stay? Maybe? I can’t sleep without someone else in here.”
@whyisnadiyapissed hey I’m back how fucking long have you been in your lab
Time is an illusion, Sage.
……no
I’m gonna shut the power off I stg
Ha! I’m off the grid now, you can’t do shit.
Self sufficient and clean energy ftw!
that dosent even make sense
have you forgotten that I can control like, all the electronics in this house?
Pretty sure bioelectricity is out of your wheelhouse, cutie. ;)
bold of you to assume I have any idea what that word means
come out of your lab. i made pasta
…
What kind of pasta?
Spaghetti
If there’s no ravioli or tortellini I’m not interested.
….
Did you at least make alfredo sauce?
Mhm. so leave your lab for once for fucks sake
Which recipe did you use?
I don’t know I found one on google
Fine.
Is it all ready, or are you still making it?
I finished like 5 minutes ago
………….
Can you just, bring it to me?
No
You are going to leave your lab whether you like it or not
Make me. I dare you. I’ve got enough granola in here to last me another year.
Jesus Christ
Well it’s not like I can’t get into your lab and I’m 80% sure I can pick you up
Try it, I fuckin’ dare ya.
I will. I fucking will. You don’t weigh shit anyways
Mean, but accurate.
“Whatever.” Mary typed before shoving her phone in her pocket. She undid the ponytail her hair had been tied into and opened the door to the lab.
Nadiya sets the phone to her side, and chuckles to herself. This should be interesting.
“You’ve been here for like a fucking month, Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered as she stepped into the room, trying to ignore the chemical smell that made her feel light-headed. She approached Nadiya and spoke, “Come on.”
Nadiya ignores her in favor of continuing to type feverishly into her computer.
“Falsehood, I sleep and shower in my room. Not to mention change my clothes.” She gestures to herself, the rhythmic takking of the keyboard pausing for a brief moment.
“Sure ya’ do. Come on. You know I hate being in here.”
“Then why’re you here, Sage?”
“Because I care about you? Come on. I can and will pick you up.”
“Go for it then. I’ll probably black out for a sec if I stand up.”
“Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Mary picked Nadiya up bridal-style, clearly unsteady under her weight, but still staying upright.
“Fuck- Gah I was kidding! Put me down, damn it!” Nadiya begins to redden, squirming to get out of Mary’s grasp.
“Nope!” Mary responded mockingly, using Nadiya’s own words.
She tightened her grasp as she began to walk out of the room.
“No, seriously, I’m fine you don’t need to- SAGE!” Nadiya yells as the pressure around her increases, causing her to deepen in color and (literally) melt involuntarily.
Mary carried Nadiya outside the lab, mentally closing and locking the door, making sure to disable the keypad so she wouldn’t just run back in. Only then did she release her, helping her back to her feet.
Nadiya is back on her feet, but she still feels like she’s collapsing in on herself. She realizes it’s because she is. She’s melting, deconstituting, turning to liquid, all because of one tall asshole. for some reason. She pulls herself back together, wrapping her arms around her torso in a pseudo-hug, hoping praying that Mary didn’t notice.
Mary furrowed her brow in concern, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, foods on the table.”
Nadiya groans. Right. Food.
Mary grabbed her by the wrist, leading her to the kitchen table.
“How the hell did you manage to get a nerdy science prize if you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“Guts. How’d you get to be such an asshole when you can’t either?”
Mary rolled her eyes, gesturing for Nadiya to sit.
“I take care of myself plenty. And I’m only trying to help.”
Nadiya rolls her eyes. “Fallacy.”
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, Jones.” Mary retorted, sitting down across from Nadiya.
“Sure. And you already washed all your dishes and cutlery and placed them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. I’m not eating ‘til you do, Sage. Could be poisoned or laced with melatonin or hydroxyzine to make me ‘sleep’.”
“Nadiya.” Mary deadpanned. “I’m not going to drug you. I would never do that.”
“That may be true, but the fact remains that there is no evidence that you in fact ate.”
“Will you eat if I eat something?”
“Aha! So you haven’t eaten!”
…
“Yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t. Big deal.”
Mary got up, going to retrieve a bowl and spooning pasta into it.
Nadiya follows in kind, going on the tips of her toes and pulling a bowl from the cabinet. She spoons a generous helping of pasta into her bowl, betraying how hungry she actually is, and begins eating as she leans against the kitchen counter.
Mary sat down next to her, eating distractedly, attention moreso on making sure Nadiya actually ate.
“How long has it been since you ate, Nad?”
“…” Nadiya doesn’t actually remember.
“A while.”
Mary frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“You don’t-” Nadiya trails off, lost in thought.
“I do if you’re not going to eat on your own.”
“Thanks for the noodles. I’m going to take them back to the lab. We know where this conversation’s going to go.”
“We don’t, have to talk. But we both know if you take the food back to your lab you won’t eat it.”
“You have no evidence to support that claim, Sage.”
“When was the last time you ate in your lab?”
“Yesterday. Granola bar. Do try to keep up.”
“Christ, Nadiya. You’re gonna fucking starve.”
“Going upstairs! Can’t hear you!” Nadiya yells, already halfway to the second floor.
Mary grumbled and stood up, leaving her barely-touched spaghetti behind. She sped after Nadiya, beating her to the top of the stairs and blocking her way.
“Mother-FUCKER! Let me through, Sage!” Nadiya tries to shove her way between Mary and the wall on her right to no avail.
Mary moved to the side a bit, letting Nadiya go past. As soon as she did, she turned around, pinning her against the wall with a smirk.
Nadiya yelps, reddening slightly. “W- What’re you doing, Sage?” She stammers, cursing herself as she does.
“Getting you to take care of yourself.” Mary grumbled, loosening her grip, but not letting go.
“Th- That’s fine, but do you have, um, any other methods?”
“Well apparently not with how stubborn you’re being.”
Nadiya looks around, taking in her surroundings and weighing her options.
She abruptly melts, crawls between Mary’s legs, and dashes for the lab, bowl forgotten.
She’s at the door handle when the headache hits. She winces and pauses.
Mary is hardly surprised when Nadiya changes form before her.
“Doors locked, Nad. And I disabled the keypad.” She grumbled as she turned around, instantly being struck with a pang of worry.
Nadiya hasher knuckles to her temples, her eyes are screwed shut. “Fuckin’ hell- god- agh!”
Mary instinctively took a deep breath, leveling herself before approaching Nadiya slowly.
“Nadiya. I think you’re having a power overload, hun.”
“It’s-” Nadiya winces. “It’s not a- an overload. It- just happens. Sometimes. It’s my body trying to put itself back together. I think.”
“..I don’t know what it is, but you need to calm down, okay?” Mary held out a hand, “You’re gonna be alright.”
Nadiya takes a dry swallow. “I’m fine. it’s fine.”
“No. It’s not. Let’s get you to the couch so you can lay down.”
Nadiya swats at the hand Mary is holding out to her. “Leave it alone, Sage.”
Mary’s brow furled. “Please don’t call me that.” She took another deep breath. “Okay. I’m not gonna try to do anything. What do you need? You tell me.”
“I- I don’t know. More. Less. Sleep. Solitude. I- ergh. I can’t- I can’t articulate what I’m trying to say and it’s frustrating me, Mary.”
“I can leave you alone so you can sleep?” Mary offered.
“Please stay.”
Mary shifted so she was sitting down next to Nadiya rather than crouching.
“Okay. I’ll stay. Can you make it to the couch?”
“My room’s closer.”
“Okay.” Mary coaxed.
She had even surprised herself with the way she was acting. Usually she would try to get someone else to deal with this, or just flat out hide in her room. But something about Nadiya’s pitiful form compelled her to act in a way that wasn’t entirely her. Maybe it was because she knew just how painful a power overload was? Or she was grateful for Nadiya taking care of her before?
Whatever. Didn’t matter. What mattered now was getting Nadiya to a bed.
She picked Nadiya up from the carpeted floor, beginning towards her room.
“Thanks.”
I don’t need your pity, Nadiya wants to say. They both know she’s capable enough on her own. Help may be nice, but it makes her feel like a helpless child.
@whyisnadiyapissed hey I’m back how fucking long have you been in your lab
Time is an illusion, Sage.
……no
I’m gonna shut the power off I stg
Ha! I’m off the grid now, you can’t do shit.
Self sufficient and clean energy ftw!
that dosent even make sense
have you forgotten that I can control like, all the electronics in this house?
Pretty sure bioelectricity is out of your wheelhouse, cutie. ;)
bold of you to assume I have any idea what that word means
come out of your lab. i made pasta
…
What kind of pasta?
Spaghetti
If there’s no ravioli or tortellini I’m not interested.
….
Did you at least make alfredo sauce?
Mhm. so leave your lab for once for fucks sake
Which recipe did you use?
I don’t know I found one on google
Fine.
Is it all ready, or are you still making it?
I finished like 5 minutes ago
………….
Can you just, bring it to me?
No
You are going to leave your lab whether you like it or not
Make me. I dare you. I’ve got enough granola in here to last me another year.
Jesus Christ
Well it’s not like I can’t get into your lab and I’m 80% sure I can pick you up
Try it, I fuckin’ dare ya.
I will. I fucking will. You don’t weigh shit anyways
Mean, but accurate.
“Whatever.” Mary typed before shoving her phone in her pocket. She undid the ponytail her hair had been tied into and opened the door to the lab.
Nadiya sets the phone to her side, and chuckles to herself. This should be interesting.
“You’ve been here for like a fucking month, Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered as she stepped into the room, trying to ignore the chemical smell that made her feel light-headed. She approached Nadiya and spoke, “Come on.”
Nadiya ignores her in favor of continuing to type feverishly into her computer.
“Falsehood, I sleep and shower in my room. Not to mention change my clothes.” She gestures to herself, the rhythmic takking of the keyboard pausing for a brief moment.
“Sure ya’ do. Come on. You know I hate being in here.”
“Then why’re you here, Sage?”
“Because I care about you? Come on. I can and will pick you up.”
“Go for it then. I’ll probably black out for a sec if I stand up.”
“Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Mary picked Nadiya up bridal-style, clearly unsteady under her weight, but still staying upright.
“Fuck- Gah I was kidding! Put me down, damn it!” Nadiya begins to redden, squirming to get out of Mary’s grasp.
“Nope!” Mary responded mockingly, using Nadiya’s own words.
She tightened her grasp as she began to walk out of the room.
“No, seriously, I’m fine you don’t need to- SAGE!” Nadiya yells as the pressure around her increases, causing her to deepen in color and (literally) melt involuntarily.
Mary carried Nadiya outside the lab, mentally closing and locking the door, making sure to disable the keypad so she wouldn’t just run back in. Only then did she release her, helping her back to her feet.
Nadiya is back on her feet, but she still feels like she’s collapsing in on herself. She realizes it’s because she is. She’s melting, deconstituting, turning to liquid, all because of one tall asshole. for some reason. She pulls herself back together, wrapping her arms around her torso in a pseudo-hug, hoping praying that Mary didn’t notice.
Mary furrowed her brow in concern, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, foods on the table.”
Nadiya groans. Right. Food.
Mary grabbed her by the wrist, leading her to the kitchen table.
“How the hell did you manage to get a nerdy science prize if you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“Guts. How’d you get to be such an asshole when you can’t either?”
Mary rolled her eyes, gesturing for Nadiya to sit.
“I take care of myself plenty. And I’m only trying to help.”
Nadiya rolls her eyes. “Fallacy.”
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, Jones.” Mary retorted, sitting down across from Nadiya.
“Sure. And you already washed all your dishes and cutlery and placed them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. I’m not eating ‘til you do, Sage. Could be poisoned or laced with melatonin or hydroxyzine to make me ‘sleep’.”
“Nadiya.” Mary deadpanned. “I’m not going to drug you. I would never do that.”
“That may be true, but the fact remains that there is no evidence that you in fact ate.”
“Will you eat if I eat something?”
“Aha! So you haven’t eaten!”
…
“Yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t. Big deal.”
Mary got up, going to retrieve a bowl and spooning pasta into it.
Nadiya follows in kind, going on the tips of her toes and pulling a bowl from the cabinet. She spoons a generous helping of pasta into her bowl, betraying how hungry she actually is, and begins eating as she leans against the kitchen counter.
Mary sat down next to her, eating distractedly, attention moreso on making sure Nadiya actually ate.
“How long has it been since you ate, Nad?”
“…” Nadiya doesn’t actually remember.
“A while.”
Mary frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“You don’t-” Nadiya trails off, lost in thought.
“I do if you’re not going to eat on your own.”
“Thanks for the noodles. I’m going to take them back to the lab. We know where this conversation’s going to go.”
“We don’t, have to talk. But we both know if you take the food back to your lab you won’t eat it.”
“You have no evidence to support that claim, Sage.”
“When was the last time you ate in your lab?”
“Yesterday. Granola bar. Do try to keep up.”
“Christ, Nadiya. You’re gonna fucking starve.”
“Going upstairs! Can’t hear you!” Nadiya yells, already halfway to the second floor.
Mary grumbled and stood up, leaving her barely-touched spaghetti behind. She sped after Nadiya, beating her to the top of the stairs and blocking her way.
“Mother-FUCKER! Let me through, Sage!” Nadiya tries to shove her way between Mary and the wall on her right to no avail.
Mary moved to the side a bit, letting Nadiya go past. As soon as she did, she turned around, pinning her against the wall with a smirk.
Nadiya yelps, reddening slightly. “W- What’re you doing, Sage?” She stammers, cursing herself as she does.
“Getting you to take care of yourself.” Mary grumbled, loosening her grip, but not letting go.
“Th- That’s fine, but do you have, um, any other methods?”
“Well apparently not with how stubborn you’re being.”
Nadiya looks around, taking in her surroundings and weighing her options.
She abruptly melts, crawls between Mary’s legs, and dashes for the lab, bowl forgotten.
She’s at the door handle when the headache hits. She winces and pauses.
Mary is hardly surprised when Nadiya changes form before her.
“Doors locked, Nad. And I disabled the keypad.” She grumbled as she turned around, instantly being struck with a pang of worry.
Nadiya hasher knuckles to her temples, her eyes are screwed shut. “Fuckin’ hell- god- agh!”
Mary instinctively took a deep breath, leveling herself before approaching Nadiya slowly.
“Nadiya. I think you’re having a power overload, hun.”
“It’s-” Nadiya winces. “It’s not a- an overload. It- just happens. Sometimes. It’s my body trying to put itself back together. I think.”
“..I don’t know what it is, but you need to calm down, okay?” Mary held out a hand, “You’re gonna be alright.”
Nadiya takes a dry swallow. “I’m fine. it’s fine.”
“No. It’s not. Let’s get you to the couch so you can lay down.”
Nadiya swats at the hand Mary is holding out to her. “Leave it alone, Sage.”
Mary’s brow furled. “Please don’t call me that.” She took another deep breath. “Okay. I’m not gonna try to do anything. What do you need? You tell me.”
“I- I don’t know. More. Less. Sleep. Solitude. I- ergh. I can’t- I can’t articulate what I’m trying to say and it’s frustrating me, Mary.”
“I can leave you alone so you can sleep?” Mary offered.
“Please stay.”
Mary shifted so she was sitting down next to Nadiya rather than crouching.
“Okay. I’ll stay. Can you make it to the couch?”
“My room’s closer.”
@whyisnadiyapissed hey I’m back how fucking long have you been in your lab
Time is an illusion, Sage.
……no
I’m gonna shut the power off I stg
Ha! I’m off the grid now, you can’t do shit.
Self sufficient and clean energy ftw!
that dosent even make sense
have you forgotten that I can control like, all the electronics in this house?
Pretty sure bioelectricity is out of your wheelhouse, cutie. ;)
bold of you to assume I have any idea what that word means
come out of your lab. i made pasta
…
What kind of pasta?
Spaghetti
If there’s no ravioli or tortellini I’m not interested.
….
Did you at least make alfredo sauce?
Mhm. so leave your lab for once for fucks sake
Which recipe did you use?
I don’t know I found one on google
Fine.
Is it all ready, or are you still making it?
I finished like 5 minutes ago
………….
Can you just, bring it to me?
No
You are going to leave your lab whether you like it or not
Make me. I dare you. I’ve got enough granola in here to last me another year.
Jesus Christ
Well it’s not like I can’t get into your lab and I’m 80% sure I can pick you up
Try it, I fuckin’ dare ya.
I will. I fucking will. You don’t weigh shit anyways
Mean, but accurate.
“Whatever.” Mary typed before shoving her phone in her pocket. She undid the ponytail her hair had been tied into and opened the door to the lab.
Nadiya sets the phone to her side, and chuckles to herself. This should be interesting.
“You’ve been here for like a fucking month, Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered as she stepped into the room, trying to ignore the chemical smell that made her feel light-headed. She approached Nadiya and spoke, “Come on.”
Nadiya ignores her in favor of continuing to type feverishly into her computer.
“Falsehood, I sleep and shower in my room. Not to mention change my clothes.” She gestures to herself, the rhythmic takking of the keyboard pausing for a brief moment.
“Sure ya’ do. Come on. You know I hate being in here.”
“Then why’re you here, Sage?”
“Because I care about you? Come on. I can and will pick you up.”
“Go for it then. I’ll probably black out for a sec if I stand up.”
“Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Mary picked Nadiya up bridal-style, clearly unsteady under her weight, but still staying upright.
“Fuck- Gah I was kidding! Put me down, damn it!” Nadiya begins to redden, squirming to get out of Mary’s grasp.
“Nope!” Mary responded mockingly, using Nadiya’s own words.
She tightened her grasp as she began to walk out of the room.
“No, seriously, I’m fine you don’t need to- SAGE!” Nadiya yells as the pressure around her increases, causing her to deepen in color and (literally) melt involuntarily.
Mary carried Nadiya outside the lab, mentally closing and locking the door, making sure to disable the keypad so she wouldn’t just run back in. Only then did she release her, helping her back to her feet.
Nadiya is back on her feet, but she still feels like she’s collapsing in on herself. She realizes it’s because she is. She’s melting, deconstituting, turning to liquid, all because of one tall asshole. for some reason. She pulls herself back together, wrapping her arms around her torso in a pseudo-hug, hoping praying that Mary didn’t notice.
Mary furrowed her brow in concern, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, foods on the table.”
Nadiya groans. Right. Food.
Mary grabbed her by the wrist, leading her to the kitchen table.
“How the hell did you manage to get a nerdy science prize if you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“Guts. How’d you get to be such an asshole when you can’t either?”
Mary rolled her eyes, gesturing for Nadiya to sit.
“I take care of myself plenty. And I’m only trying to help.”
Nadiya rolls her eyes. “Fallacy.”
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, Jones.” Mary retorted, sitting down across from Nadiya.
“Sure. And you already washed all your dishes and cutlery and placed them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. I’m not eating ‘til you do, Sage. Could be poisoned or laced with melatonin or hydroxyzine to make me ‘sleep’.”
“Nadiya.” Mary deadpanned. “I’m not going to drug you. I would never do that.”
“That may be true, but the fact remains that there is no evidence that you in fact ate.”
“Will you eat if I eat something?”
“Aha! So you haven’t eaten!”
…
“Yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t. Big deal.”
Mary got up, going to retrieve a bowl and spooning pasta into it.
Nadiya follows in kind, going on the tips of her toes and pulling a bowl from the cabinet. She spoons a generous helping of pasta into her bowl, betraying how hungry she actually is, and begins eating as she leans against the kitchen counter.
Mary sat down next to her, eating distractedly, attention moreso on making sure Nadiya actually ate.
“How long has it been since you ate, Nad?”
“…” Nadiya doesn’t actually remember.
“A while.”
Mary frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“You don’t-” Nadiya trails off, lost in thought.
“I do if you’re not going to eat on your own.”
“Thanks for the noodles. I’m going to take them back to the lab. We know where this conversation’s going to go.”
“We don’t, have to talk. But we both know if you take the food back to your lab you won’t eat it.”
“You have no evidence to support that claim, Sage.”
“When was the last time you ate in your lab?”
“Yesterday. Granola bar. Do try to keep up.”
“Christ, Nadiya. You’re gonna fucking starve.”
“Going upstairs! Can’t hear you!” Nadiya yells, already halfway to the second floor.
Mary grumbled and stood up, leaving her barely-touched spaghetti behind. She sped after Nadiya, beating her to the top of the stairs and blocking her way.
“Mother-FUCKER! Let me through, Sage!” Nadiya tries to shove her way between Mary and the wall on her right to no avail.
Mary moved to the side a bit, letting Nadiya go past. As soon as she did, she turned around, pinning her against the wall with a smirk.
Nadiya yelps, reddening slightly. “W- What’re you doing, Sage?” She stammers, cursing herself as she does.
“Getting you to take care of yourself.” Mary grumbled, loosening her grip, but not letting go.
“Th- That’s fine, but do you have, um, any other methods?”
“Well apparently not with how stubborn you’re being.”
Nadiya looks around, taking in her surroundings and weighing her options.
She abruptly melts, crawls between Mary’s legs, and dashes for the lab, bowl forgotten.
She’s at the door handle when the headache hits. She winces and pauses.
Mary is hardly surprised when Nadiya changes form before her.
“Doors locked, Nad. And I disabled the keypad.” She grumbled as she turned around, instantly being struck with a pang of worry.
Nadiya hasher knuckles to her temples, her eyes are screwed shut. “Fuckin’ hell- god- agh!”
Mary instinctively took a deep breath, leveling herself before approaching Nadiya slowly.
“Nadiya. I think you’re having a power overload, hun.”
“It’s-” Nadiya winces. “It’s not a- an overload. It- just happens. Sometimes. It’s my body trying to put itself back together. I think.”
“..I don’t know what it is, but you need to calm down, okay?” Mary held out a hand, “You’re gonna be alright.”
Nadiya takes a dry swallow. “I’m fine. it’s fine.”
“No. It’s not. Let’s get you to the couch so you can lay down.”
Nadiya swats at the hand Mary is holding out to her. “Leave it alone, Sage.”
Mary’s brow furled. “Please don’t call me that.” She took another deep breath. “Okay. I’m not gonna try to do anything. What do you need? You tell me.”
“I- I don’t know. More. Less. Sleep. Solitude. I- ergh. I can’t- I can’t articulate what I’m trying to say and it’s frustrating me, Mary.”
“I can leave you alone so you can sleep?” Mary offered.
“Please stay.”
@whyisnadiyapissed hey I’m back how fucking long have you been in your lab
Time is an illusion, Sage.
……no
I’m gonna shut the power off I stg
Ha! I’m off the grid now, you can’t do shit.
Self sufficient and clean energy ftw!
that dosent even make sense
have you forgotten that I can control like, all the electronics in this house?
Pretty sure bioelectricity is out of your wheelhouse, cutie. ;)
bold of you to assume I have any idea what that word means
come out of your lab. i made pasta
…
What kind of pasta?
Spaghetti
If there’s no ravioli or tortellini I’m not interested.
….
Did you at least make alfredo sauce?
Mhm. so leave your lab for once for fucks sake
Which recipe did you use?
I don’t know I found one on google
Fine.
Is it all ready, or are you still making it?
I finished like 5 minutes ago
………….
Can you just, bring it to me?
No
You are going to leave your lab whether you like it or not
Make me. I dare you. I’ve got enough granola in here to last me another year.
Jesus Christ
Well it’s not like I can’t get into your lab and I’m 80% sure I can pick you up
Try it, I fuckin’ dare ya.
I will. I fucking will. You don’t weigh shit anyways
Mean, but accurate.
“Whatever.” Mary typed before shoving her phone in her pocket. She undid the ponytail her hair had been tied into and opened the door to the lab.
Nadiya sets the phone to her side, and chuckles to herself. This should be interesting.
“You’ve been here for like a fucking month, Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered as she stepped into the room, trying to ignore the chemical smell that made her feel light-headed. She approached Nadiya and spoke, “Come on.”
Nadiya ignores her in favor of continuing to type feverishly into her computer.
“Falsehood, I sleep and shower in my room. Not to mention change my clothes.” She gestures to herself, the rhythmic takking of the keyboard pausing for a brief moment.
“Sure ya’ do. Come on. You know I hate being in here.”
“Then why’re you here, Sage?”
“Because I care about you? Come on. I can and will pick you up.”
“Go for it then. I’ll probably black out for a sec if I stand up.”
“Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Mary picked Nadiya up bridal-style, clearly unsteady under her weight, but still staying upright.
“Fuck- Gah I was kidding! Put me down, damn it!” Nadiya begins to redden, squirming to get out of Mary’s grasp.
“Nope!” Mary responded mockingly, using Nadiya’s own words.
She tightened her grasp as she began to walk out of the room.
“No, seriously, I’m fine you don’t need to- SAGE!” Nadiya yells as the pressure around her increases, causing her to deepen in color and (literally) melt involuntarily.
Mary carried Nadiya outside the lab, mentally closing and locking the door, making sure to disable the keypad so she wouldn’t just run back in. Only then did she release her, helping her back to her feet.
Nadiya is back on her feet, but she still feels like she’s collapsing in on herself. She realizes it’s because she is. She’s melting, deconstituting, turning to liquid, all because of one tall asshole. for some reason. She pulls herself back together, wrapping her arms around her torso in a pseudo-hug, hoping praying that Mary didn’t notice.
Mary furrowed her brow in concern, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, foods on the table.”
Nadiya groans. Right. Food.
Mary grabbed her by the wrist, leading her to the kitchen table.
“How the hell did you manage to get a nerdy science prize if you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“Guts. How’d you get to be such an asshole when you can’t either?”
Mary rolled her eyes, gesturing for Nadiya to sit.
“I take care of myself plenty. And I’m only trying to help.”
Nadiya rolls her eyes. “Fallacy.”
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, Jones.” Mary retorted, sitting down across from Nadiya.
“Sure. And you already washed all your dishes and cutlery and placed them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. I’m not eating ‘til you do, Sage. Could be poisoned or laced with melatonin or hydroxyzine to make me ‘sleep’.”
“Nadiya.” Mary deadpanned. “I’m not going to drug you. I would never do that.”
“That may be true, but the fact remains that there is no evidence that you in fact ate.”
“Will you eat if I eat something?”
“Aha! So you haven’t eaten!”
…
“Yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t. Big deal.”
Mary got up, going to retrieve a bowl and spooning pasta into it.
Nadiya follows in kind, going on the tips of her toes and pulling a bowl from the cabinet. She spoons a generous helping of pasta into her bowl, betraying how hungry she actually is, and begins eating as she leans against the kitchen counter.
Mary sat down next to her, eating distractedly, attention moreso on making sure Nadiya actually ate.
“How long has it been since you ate, Nad?”
“…” Nadiya doesn’t actually remember.
“A while.”
Mary frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“You don’t-” Nadiya trails off, lost in thought.
“I do if you’re not going to eat on your own.”
“Thanks for the noodles. I’m going to take them back to the lab. We know where this conversation’s going to go.”
“We don’t, have to talk. But we both know if you take the food back to your lab you won’t eat it.”
“You have no evidence to support that claim, Sage.”
“When was the last time you ate in your lab?”
“Yesterday. Granola bar. Do try to keep up.”
“Christ, Nadiya. You’re gonna fucking starve.”
“Going upstairs! Can’t hear you!” Nadiya yells, already halfway to the second floor.
Mary grumbled and stood up, leaving her barely-touched spaghetti behind. She sped after Nadiya, beating her to the top of the stairs and blocking her way.
“Mother-FUCKER! Let me through, Sage!” Nadiya tries to shove her way between Mary and the wall on her right to no avail.
Mary moved to the side a bit, letting Nadiya go past. As soon as she did, she turned around, pinning her against the wall with a smirk.
Nadiya yelps, reddening slightly. “W- What’re you doing, Sage?” She stammers, cursing herself as she does.
“Getting you to take care of yourself.” Mary grumbled, loosening her grip, but not letting go.
“Th- That’s fine, but do you have, um, any other methods?”
“Well apparently not with how stubborn you’re being.”
Nadiya looks around, taking in her surroundings and weighing her options.
She abruptly melts, crawls between Mary’s legs, and dashes for the lab, bowl forgotten.
She’s at the door handle when the headache hits. She winces and pauses.
Mary is hardly surprised when Nadiya changes form before her.
“Doors locked, Nad. And I disabled the keypad.” She grumbled as she turned around, instantly being struck with a pang of worry.
Nadiya hasher knuckles to her temples, her eyes are screwed shut. “Fuckin’ hell- god- agh!”
Mary instinctively took a deep breath, leveling herself before approaching Nadiya slowly.
“Nadiya. I think you’re having a power overload, hun.”
“It’s-” Nadiya winces. “It’s not a- an overload. It- just happens. Sometimes. It’s my body trying to put itself back together. I think.”
“..I don’t know what it is, but you need to calm down, okay?” Mary held out a hand, “You’re gonna be alright.”
Nadiya takes a dry swallow. “I’m fine. it’s fine.”
“No. It’s not. Let’s get you to the couch so you can lay down.”
Nadiya swats at the hand Mary is holding out to her. “Leave it alone, Sage.”
Mary’s brow furled. “Please don’t call me that.” She took another deep breath. “Okay. I’m not gonna try to do anything. What do you need? You tell me.”
“I- I don’t know. More. Less. Sleep. Solitude. I- ergh. I can’t- I can’t articulate what I’m trying to say and it’s frustrating me, Mary.”
@whyisnadiyapissed hey I’m back how fucking long have you been in your lab
Time is an illusion, Sage.
……no
I’m gonna shut the power off I stg
Ha! I’m off the grid now, you can’t do shit.
Self sufficient and clean energy ftw!
that dosent even make sense
have you forgotten that I can control like, all the electronics in this house?
Pretty sure bioelectricity is out of your wheelhouse, cutie. ;)
bold of you to assume I have any idea what that word means
come out of your lab. i made pasta
…
What kind of pasta?
Spaghetti
If there’s no ravioli or tortellini I’m not interested.
….
Did you at least make alfredo sauce?
Mhm. so leave your lab for once for fucks sake
Which recipe did you use?
I don’t know I found one on google
Fine.
Is it all ready, or are you still making it?
I finished like 5 minutes ago
………….
Can you just, bring it to me?
No
You are going to leave your lab whether you like it or not
Make me. I dare you. I’ve got enough granola in here to last me another year.
Jesus Christ
Well it’s not like I can’t get into your lab and I’m 80% sure I can pick you up
Try it, I fuckin’ dare ya.
I will. I fucking will. You don’t weigh shit anyways
Mean, but accurate.
“Whatever.” Mary typed before shoving her phone in her pocket. She undid the ponytail her hair had been tied into and opened the door to the lab.
Nadiya sets the phone to her side, and chuckles to herself. This should be interesting.
“You’ve been here for like a fucking month, Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered as she stepped into the room, trying to ignore the chemical smell that made her feel light-headed. She approached Nadiya and spoke, “Come on.”
Nadiya ignores her in favor of continuing to type feverishly into her computer.
“Falsehood, I sleep and shower in my room. Not to mention change my clothes.” She gestures to herself, the rhythmic takking of the keyboard pausing for a brief moment.
“Sure ya’ do. Come on. You know I hate being in here.”
“Then why’re you here, Sage?”
“Because I care about you? Come on. I can and will pick you up.”
“Go for it then. I’ll probably black out for a sec if I stand up.”
“Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Mary picked Nadiya up bridal-style, clearly unsteady under her weight, but still staying upright.
“Fuck- Gah I was kidding! Put me down, damn it!” Nadiya begins to redden, squirming to get out of Mary’s grasp.
“Nope!” Mary responded mockingly, using Nadiya’s own words.
She tightened her grasp as she began to walk out of the room.
“No, seriously, I’m fine you don’t need to- SAGE!” Nadiya yells as the pressure around her increases, causing her to deepen in color and (literally) melt involuntarily.
Mary carried Nadiya outside the lab, mentally closing and locking the door, making sure to disable the keypad so she wouldn’t just run back in. Only then did she release her, helping her back to her feet.
Nadiya is back on her feet, but she still feels like she’s collapsing in on herself. She realizes it’s because she is. She’s melting, deconstituting, turning to liquid, all because of one tall asshole. for some reason. She pulls herself back together, wrapping her arms around her torso in a pseudo-hug, hoping praying that Mary didn’t notice.
Mary furrowed her brow in concern, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, foods on the table.”
Nadiya groans. Right. Food.
Mary grabbed her by the wrist, leading her to the kitchen table.
“How the hell did you manage to get a nerdy science prize if you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“Guts. How’d you get to be such an asshole when you can’t either?”
Mary rolled her eyes, gesturing for Nadiya to sit.
“I take care of myself plenty. And I’m only trying to help.”
Nadiya rolls her eyes. “Fallacy.”
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, Jones.” Mary retorted, sitting down across from Nadiya.
“Sure. And you already washed all your dishes and cutlery and placed them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. I’m not eating ‘til you do, Sage. Could be poisoned or laced with melatonin or hydroxyzine to make me ‘sleep’.”
“Nadiya.” Mary deadpanned. “I’m not going to drug you. I would never do that.”
“That may be true, but the fact remains that there is no evidence that you in fact ate.”
“Will you eat if I eat something?”
“Aha! So you haven’t eaten!”
…
“Yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t. Big deal.”
Mary got up, going to retrieve a bowl and spooning pasta into it.
Nadiya follows in kind, going on the tips of her toes and pulling a bowl from the cabinet. She spoons a generous helping of pasta into her bowl, betraying how hungry she actually is, and begins eating as she leans against the kitchen counter.
Mary sat down next to her, eating distractedly, attention moreso on making sure Nadiya actually ate.
“How long has it been since you ate, Nad?”
“…” Nadiya doesn’t actually remember.
“A while.”
Mary frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“You don’t-” Nadiya trails off, lost in thought.
“I do if you’re not going to eat on your own.”
“Thanks for the noodles. I’m going to take them back to the lab. We know where this conversation’s going to go.”
“We don’t, have to talk. But we both know if you take the food back to your lab you won’t eat it.”
“You have no evidence to support that claim, Sage.”
“When was the last time you ate in your lab?”
“Yesterday. Granola bar. Do try to keep up.”
“Christ, Nadiya. You’re gonna fucking starve.”
“Going upstairs! Can’t hear you!” Nadiya yells, already halfway to the second floor.
Mary grumbled and stood up, leaving her barely-touched spaghetti behind. She sped after Nadiya, beating her to the top of the stairs and blocking her way.
“Mother-FUCKER! Let me through, Sage!” Nadiya tries to shove her way between Mary and the wall on her right to no avail.
Mary moved to the side a bit, letting Nadiya go past. As soon as she did, she turned around, pinning her against the wall with a smirk.
Nadiya yelps, reddening slightly. “W- What’re you doing, Sage?” She stammers, cursing herself as she does.
“Getting you to take care of yourself.” Mary grumbled, loosening her grip, but not letting go.
“Th- That’s fine, but do you have, um, any other methods?”
“Well apparently not with how stubborn you’re being.”
Nadiya looks around, taking in her surroundings and weighing her options.
She abruptly melts, crawls between Mary’s legs, and dashes for the lab, bowl forgotten.
She’s at the door handle when the headache hits. She winces and pauses.
Mary is hardly surprised when Nadiya changes form before her.
“Doors locked, Nad. And I disabled the keypad.” She grumbled as she turned around, instantly being struck with a pang of worry.
Nadiya hasher knuckles to her temples, her eyes are screwed shut. “Fuckin’ hell- god- agh!”
Mary instinctively took a deep breath, leveling herself before approaching Nadiya slowly.
“Nadiya. I think you’re having a power overload, hun.”
“It’s-” Nadiya winces. “It’s not a- an overload. It- just happens. Sometimes. It’s my body trying to put itself back together. I think.”
“..I don’t know what it is, but you need to calm down, okay?” Mary held out a hand, “You’re gonna be alright.”
Nadiya takes a dry swallow. “I’m fine. it’s fine.”
“No. It’s not. Let’s get you to the couch so you can lay down.”
Nadiya swats at the hand Mary is holding out to her. “Leave it alone, Sage.”
@whyisnadiyapissed hey I’m back how fucking long have you been in your lab
Time is an illusion, Sage.
……no
I’m gonna shut the power off I stg
Ha! I’m off the grid now, you can’t do shit.
Self sufficient and clean energy ftw!
that dosent even make sense
have you forgotten that I can control like, all the electronics in this house?
Pretty sure bioelectricity is out of your wheelhouse, cutie. ;)
bold of you to assume I have any idea what that word means
come out of your lab. i made pasta
…
What kind of pasta?
Spaghetti
If there’s no ravioli or tortellini I’m not interested.
….
Did you at least make alfredo sauce?
Mhm. so leave your lab for once for fucks sake
Which recipe did you use?
I don’t know I found one on google
Fine.
Is it all ready, or are you still making it?
I finished like 5 minutes ago
………….
Can you just, bring it to me?
No
You are going to leave your lab whether you like it or not
Make me. I dare you. I’ve got enough granola in here to last me another year.
Jesus Christ
Well it’s not like I can’t get into your lab and I’m 80% sure I can pick you up
Try it, I fuckin’ dare ya.
I will. I fucking will. You don’t weigh shit anyways
Mean, but accurate.
“Whatever.” Mary typed before shoving her phone in her pocket. She undid the ponytail her hair had been tied into and opened the door to the lab.
Nadiya sets the phone to her side, and chuckles to herself. This should be interesting.
“You’ve been here for like a fucking month, Jesus Christ.” Mary muttered as she stepped into the room, trying to ignore the chemical smell that made her feel light-headed. She approached Nadiya and spoke, “Come on.”
Nadiya ignores her in favor of continuing to type feverishly into her computer.
“Falsehood, I sleep and shower in my room. Not to mention change my clothes.” She gestures to herself, the rhythmic takking of the keyboard pausing for a brief moment.
“Sure ya’ do. Come on. You know I hate being in here.”
“Then why’re you here, Sage?”
“Because I care about you? Come on. I can and will pick you up.”
“Go for it then. I’ll probably black out for a sec if I stand up.”
“Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Mary picked Nadiya up bridal-style, clearly unsteady under her weight, but still staying upright.
“Fuck- Gah I was kidding! Put me down, damn it!” Nadiya begins to redden, squirming to get out of Mary’s grasp.
“Nope!” Mary responded mockingly, using Nadiya’s own words.
She tightened her grasp as she began to walk out of the room.
“No, seriously, I’m fine you don’t need to- SAGE!” Nadiya yells as the pressure around her increases, causing her to deepen in color and (literally) melt involuntarily.
Mary carried Nadiya outside the lab, mentally closing and locking the door, making sure to disable the keypad so she wouldn’t just run back in. Only then did she release her, helping her back to her feet.
Nadiya is back on her feet, but she still feels like she’s collapsing in on herself. She realizes it’s because she is. She’s melting, deconstituting, turning to liquid, all because of one tall asshole. for some reason. She pulls herself back together, wrapping her arms around her torso in a pseudo-hug, hoping praying that Mary didn’t notice.
Mary furrowed her brow in concern, but didn’t say anything.
“Come on, foods on the table.”
Nadiya groans. Right. Food.
Mary grabbed her by the wrist, leading her to the kitchen table.
“How the hell did you manage to get a nerdy science prize if you can’t even take care of yourself?”
“Guts. How’d you get to be such an asshole when you can’t either?”
Mary rolled her eyes, gesturing for Nadiya to sit.
“I take care of myself plenty. And I’m only trying to help.”
Nadiya rolls her eyes. “Fallacy.”
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, Jones.” Mary retorted, sitting down across from Nadiya.
“Sure. And you already washed all your dishes and cutlery and placed them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. I’m not eating ‘til you do, Sage. Could be poisoned or laced with melatonin or hydroxyzine to make me ‘sleep’.”
“Nadiya.” Mary deadpanned. “I’m not going to drug you. I would never do that.”
“That may be true, but the fact remains that there is no evidence that you in fact ate.”
“Will you eat if I eat something?”
“Aha! So you haven’t eaten!”
…
“Yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t. Big deal.”
Mary got up, going to retrieve a bowl and spooning pasta into it.
Nadiya follows in kind, going on the tips of her toes and pulling a bowl from the cabinet. She spoons a generous helping of pasta into her bowl, betraying how hungry she actually is, and begins eating as she leans against the kitchen counter.
Mary sat down next to her, eating distractedly, attention moreso on making sure Nadiya actually ate.
“How long has it been since you ate, Nad?”
“…” Nadiya doesn’t actually remember.
“A while.”
Mary frowned.
“Guess I’ll have to do this more often.”
“You don’t-” Nadiya trails off, lost in thought.
“I do if you’re not going to eat on your own.”
“Thanks for the noodles. I’m going to take them back to the lab. We know where this conversation’s going to go.”
“We don’t, have to talk. But we both know if you take the food back to your lab you won’t eat it.”
“You have no evidence to support that claim, Sage.”
“When was the last time you ate in your lab?”
“Yesterday. Granola bar. Do try to keep up.”
“Christ, Nadiya. You’re gonna fucking starve.”
“Going upstairs! Can’t hear you!” Nadiya yells, already halfway to the second floor.
Mary grumbled and stood up, leaving her barely-touched spaghetti behind. She sped after Nadiya, beating her to the top of the stairs and blocking her way.
“Mother-FUCKER! Let me through, Sage!” Nadiya tries to shove her way between Mary and the wall on her right to no avail.
Mary moved to the side a bit, letting Nadiya go past. As soon as she did, she turned around, pinning her against the wall with a smirk.
Nadiya yelps, reddening slightly. “W- What’re you doing, Sage?” She stammers, cursing herself as she does.
“Getting you to take care of yourself.” Mary grumbled, loosening her grip, but not letting go.
“Th- That’s fine, but do you have, um, any other methods?”
“Well apparently not with how stubborn you’re being.”
Nadiya looks around, taking in her surroundings and weighing her options.
She abruptly melts, crawls between Mary’s legs, and dashes for the lab, bowl forgotten.
She’s at the door handle when the headache hits. She winces and pauses.
Mary is hardly surprised when Nadiya changes form before her.
“Doors locked, Nad. And I disabled the keypad.” She grumbled as she turned around, instantly being struck with a pang of worry.
Nadiya hasher knuckles to her temples, her eyes are screwed shut. “Fuckin’ hell- god- agh!”
Mary instinctively took a deep breath, leveling herself before approaching Nadiya slowly.
“Nadiya. I think you’re having a power overload, hun.”
“It’s-” Nadiya winces. “It’s not a- an overload. It- just happens. Sometimes. It’s my body trying to put itself back together. I think.”
“..I don’t know what it is, but you need to calm down, okay?” Mary held out a hand, “You’re gonna be alright.”
Nadiya takes a dry swallow. “I’m fine. it’s fine.”