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[as_damaged]

[Voice]

Which would be the intelligent thing to do now, are you really letting yourself be guilted into it?
I usually make it a point not to apologize for curses, given the nature of the City and what
The entire point of curses seems to be to make people miserable, why wouldn't you want to mitigate that as much as possible?
Because she didn't do anything! Not really, this whole thing is just an exercise in pointless embarrassment!
happens here; I don't think we should have to feel responsible for actions we didn't willingly take.
Why is it embarrassing? If you think she didn't do anything wrong there's nothing to be embarrassed about, is there?
We shouldn't bring it up at all. It's not like anyone else is going to say they're sorry for what they said.
That being said... Under the circumstances I do want to apologize for Sunday. Not because I meant
That doesn't necessarily mean they aren't. Look at it this way, it's setting a better example than staying silent would be.
What, forgive and forget?
anything I said or did-- I certainly didn't-- but, because I don't want misinformation to be spread.
Apologizing the right thing to do.
Then we can't forgive anyone if they don't, and everyone else was just as pointlessly cruel.
So, I wanted to clarify-- all the... implications I made about my colleagues are entirely false. Dr.
But it wasn't their fault.
It wasn't hers either! How many people called her a whore, or worse?
House and Dr. Wilson are not involved in a relationship, I respect Dr. Cuddy very much as a doctor and
I'm sure none of them meant it.
That doesn't take away the fact that they said it, if we have to apologize so do they.
a woman, and I am sorry for any aggressive or antagonistic behavior I displayed towards any of you.
It doesn't matter if they say it. Maybe they should, but even if they don't, it doesn't mean they meant it.
That's a double standard.
So what? [pause, finally paying attention to the real Cameron again.] That wasn't much of an apology you know...



[ooc; SCREAM sorry if that's impossible to read, they are all kind of talking at once >< First voice is the bitter, uptight, strict and honestly rather humorless Cameron; the other is Cameron's soft, compassionate, stuffed-animal-made-by-grandma side. <3]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Good.

I was thinking some store bought treat to make up for it, but this is good.

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[as_damaged]

I'm glad you're satisfied.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Satisfied enough. Are you crazy yet?

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[as_damaged]

I'm frustrated.

a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;

[thenormalsquint]

[Knocking on the door with her hands full is harder than Angela expected it to be. Granted, she could put one of the two cups of coffee she's holdings on top of the other, but that means she'll actually have to knock after all. Reluctance is the name of the game because the person on the other side of the door isn't one she would usually bring coffee too, much less visit. But if Angela cursed can insult Cameron to her face, she can apologized uncursed to it too.

Neither attempting to juggle the cups or put them down on a table that just seems too far away, she lets the toe of her left boot hit against the door in a triple knock.]

a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;

[as_damaged]

[Visitors aren't what she expects or really wants right now; she does her best to ignore two tiny manifestations of conscience or god-knows-what squabbling on the desk, and goes to answer the knock.]

Great, her, [a small voice groans, barely audible. Cameron winces slightly.] Not todaaaay...

Oh let her in, [calls the other. Obviously exasperated, Cameron manages most of a polite smile. The reason for her frustration should be obvious-- Angela can probably see them now, arguing oh-so-quietly, perched like dolls on the edge of the desk.]

Hello.

a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela narrows her eyes at the sound of... something and looks up and down the hallway where she's standing. It sounds like talking, but it's too low to make out from the everyday din of the clinic. Alas, it must be nothing so she shrugs before holding out a cup to Cameron with a small smile that's bit uncomfortable around the edges. Dealing with Cameron has always been a tetchy sort of situation.]

I brought this for you. I wasn't sure if you liked cream and sugar, so I just got you black and put the sugar and cream in my purse.

a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;

[as_damaged]

Oh.

[She looks faintly surprised as she takes the coffee and hesitates, glancing briefly over her shoulder to weigh the options. The impulse to hurry the other woman out of here is pretty strong-- having one's inner thoughts on display would be bad enough with a friend in attendance-- but Allison Cameron is nothing if not stubborn. The metaphorical devil (though not on her shoulder, and no more evil in appearance than its counterpart) has been getting on her nerves all morning, and she's disinclined to do what it wants. So she turns back, trying to compose herself. Wondering whether her duplicate selves are even visible to the uncursed, she nudges the door open a bit more.]

Thank you... would you like to come in?

a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;

[thenormalsquint]

[There are other impulses running through Angela's head and thankfully for both of them, none of them include throwing the hot coffee on Cameron. But she does notice Cameron's attention being split to something behind her. Angela rises on the tip of her toes, trying to get a better look, but there's nothing to see. The office looks relatively empty except for the regular old furniture and tiny knickknacks scattered around. There isn't even a pile of manila folders on the desk to signify Cameron being burdened with work. Angela could spit out the apology and run or she can do things the right way and sit down and explain just how sorry she is when there's a better opportunity. Maybe one visit will have to become two today.]

Do you have a patient? Because if so, I can always come back later when you're less busy.

a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;

[as_damaged]

No, it's fine. Come on in.

[Still uncertain, but forcibly confident-- one of the little Camerons has a smug smile-- she steps away from the door, willing herself to relax. Maybe Angela can't see them. Certainly it's worth a little discomfort, to make a shot at mending their relationship.

She heads back to her desk, gesturing to offer Angela the seat on the other side.]

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[dr_conscience]

Thank you.

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[as_damaged]

If there were anything I could do to retract the post, I would.

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[dr_conscience]

I know. It's alright.

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[as_damaged]

I'm concerned about House.

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[dr_conscience]

So am I. I'm trying to see how much I can find out.

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[as_damaged]

He claims to be dealing with it rationally.

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Hopefully you aren't being too hard on yourself.

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[as_damaged]

I'm more confused by the entire ordeal than anything, honestly.

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

It seemed silly, perhaps slightly disturbing at times.

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[as_damaged]

Things got out of hand. I recall speaking to some people I didn't know, however, and I wanted to make sure no one got the wrong idea.

as they chart up your insides and put them on display;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[With House calling out for the day, Chase has found himself pulled across from the hospital to the clinic to run a cover shift, the tail end of which he's coming off now. He balances the last few charts of the day in the crook of his elbow as he heads down the hall to the team office, head bowed over the opportunity to catch up on the network for the first time in hours.

He's listening particularly intently to one post, quiet focus on his face as he tilts his head slightly to try and catch the quietest of the words. It means not looking where he's going, but this is a path walked so often he knows it by the wear in the carpet. A familiar voice can be heard from the speaker: all the... implications I made about my colleagues are entirely false.]

as they chart up your insides and put them on display;

[as_damaged]

[Cameron can certainly understand the appeal of staying home under these circumstances. Interestingly, both of her tiny companions were against the idea; one too proud to let the curse win, the other unwilling to fail their patients.

She's walking out as he walks in, the doll-sized disasters in an open pocket of her purse.]

Sneak out before he sees you, deal with him tomorrow! [the first one calls, followed of course by her adversary.]

Chaaaaaase~!

as they chart up your insides and put them on display;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[For all the tiny warnings, Chase still comes close to walking straight into her, looking up at the last moment and managing to divert his course so that he bumps a shoulder hard into the glass wall, instead. Fumbling, he manages to get his PDA to switch itself off without playing the rest of her post aloud - he's listened to it enough already, although this one bit keeps bothering him. Interestingly, it's the last part to trail off before the device cuts out: How many people called her a whore, or worse?]

You're not.

[He sputters, as if switching from the tape to the person means she requires immediate response.]

as they chart up your insides and put them on display;

[as_damaged]

[The precise words are a little too faint for her to make out, but it's obvious what he's listening to, and she reddens slightly, flinching as he hits the wall. You're not-- not what is easy enough to infer.]

Sorry...

[She stiffens, keeping an awkward distance between them, hoping her miniatures won't chime in.]

as they chart up your insides and put them on display;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[He catches himself and takes a step back, pushing the PDA into the pocket of his coat and rubbing his shoulder lightly.]

I wasn't looking. [He tells her, brushing off the apology. Whatever anyone else called her, he certainly wasn't shy with the vitriol, and whatever anyone else called her, they wouldn't have known her like he does. He doesn't know how to make amends for that. So the continuation to what he started lingers unsaid, hidden behind a wary clearing of his throat.]

Hi.