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[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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[If they really do, Angela wonders how Cameron keeps the look of sanity on her face 24/7. It's not like Angela doesn't have her own devil and angel, but she mostly ignores them to listen to her gut. They don't have a chance to drive her crazy.

At Cameron's direction, Angela glances up and sees that yes, indeed, the device is by the bookcase. One quick crawl later, Angela's picking it up, turning it every which way for an inspection. It looks no worse for the wear and with a nod of approval, she slips it back into the purse as she stands up.]

Thanks.

[No sound but the swish of Angela's loose skirt is heard as she closes the distance between her and Cameron, holding out the cream and sugar.]

Here.

Thank you. Again.

[She smiles a bit nervously as she takes them and fixes up her coffee, relieved to have the distraction, and not to have to meet the other woman's eyes.]

AREN'T YOU DONE YET, [screams a teensy voice. Cameron forcibly ignores it-- suppressing the urge to kick the desk-- and finally looks up.]

So. What brings you by?

No, I'm not. Be patient.

[It feels a little weird back-talking Cameron while not actually back-talking Cameron. She wishes she was done already, but nothing the size of Biscuit's poops will make her do anything before she's good and ready.

There's an almost non-existent itch behind Angela's ear and she pauses to scratch it and then tuck back a lock of her hair. A stray thought about needing a trim runs through her mind, but she stands up a little bit straighter, knowing it's just another way to avoid the issue at hand.]

I wanted to apologize for calling you a slut the other day. Even if I was cursed, I was way out of line and I'm really the last person who should be calling anybody a slut to begin with.

See, I told you, [the identical other voice adds, sounding a little smug. There's a bit of noise as they take up fighting again, somewhat muffled by the desk.]

I appreciate that. Really.

[It's difficult to keep up a serious conversation under the circumstances, but she's making an effort and is totally earnest.]

I wasn't exactly on my best behavior either; I'm sorry for starting the fight.

[Angela's eyebrows inch closer to her hairline when the other one pipes up. If she listens closely, not only can she hear them better, but she can hear the differences in the two. One has a sharper, disgusted edge to its tone, the other a light, almost airy note cadence, except during that moment of smugness, of course.]

I'm sorry for continuing it? And for bringing out the sparkle text. Sparkle text should be banned from the world.

[An attempt to not laugh at the fact she not only used sparkles, but animated pictures like a true Internet troll, gets drowned in a sip of coffee. It doesn't work as well as it should so a loud snort gets sent into the paper cup.]

Honestly? I'm not even sure how I managed those.

[She laughs as well, relaxing slightly. Coffee makes a good peace offering, especially when she's disinclined to leave her desk more than positively necessary.]

It all made perfect sense, at the time. Now... [She rolls her eyes.]

[Her apologies aren't quiet complete yet--at least they don't feel like it to her--but Angela's visibly more relaxed now. Her semi-casual lean on the chair offered to her earlier is proof of this, and for the moment, she forgets there's four people in this room, not two.]

I'm still wondering where those pictures came from. I checked my history, my cookies, my external and nada. It was like somebody hacked in and deleted them as soon as I uploaded them.

I know there were pages of that story, whatever it was. All gone now, thankfully. I'm not sure if I actually wrote it or if I just thought I did...

[She shudders slightly, mostly for show. Pages and pages of things better forgotten, and thank goodness those didn't post because there are children on the Network.]

I don't know, it's almost funny... how serious and violent everyone became over something so petty and ridiculous.

Unless people were just using the petty excuse to vent their real feelings, [a little one calls out. Cameron looks horrified.]

I'm sorry, but it was terrible.

[Okay, so maybe Angela's not sorry about judging the story with the way she's cracking up, but it was honestly paragraph after paragraph of of the worst sentences Angela has ever read and in all honesty, she's read a lot of terrible things.]

I take it you don't go on the Internet very much. That was like a sandbox fight compared to the real--

[She's cut off by someone's opinion on the situation and with a sigh, Angela glances over at Cameron. That look on the doctor's face gives Angela the hint that maybe Cameron isn't all she appears to be.]

Okay, which side was that?

Not the nice one.

[The more her inner conflict publicizes itself, the more frazzled she looks. Thank goodness it's just a curse, more than a day of this and she'd go mad. She hurries to explain herself.]

I don't really think that. It's a doubt; an irrational, internal reaction that I'd dismiss out of hand. Except today it's audible.

[For once, Angela doesn't need an excuse from Cameron. Lord knows she's thought some completely irrational doubts herself that would be shameful if they were aired. She puts down her cup with a certain amount of stubbornness so it hits the desktop with a firm tap before she walks over to Cameron. Her face is set in a straight line and she looks like a disappointed mother about to scold her child.

It might not be her child, but somebody will definitely be getting scolded]

Open the drawer.

[Cameron gives the other woman a rather doubtful look, but sets her coffee aside and stands, stepping back to pull the drawer open.

The miniatures are sitting on opposite sides of the drawer, pointedly avoiding one another.]

[There's a first time for everything, and this is the first time--and hopefully the last time--Angela will have to bend down in front of a desk drawer and address somebody's conscience. Christ, this place just continues to throw her for a loop with all these new adventures.]

Hey. This is as weird for you as it is for me, but I don't care if you're part of Cameron. Just because she thinks it, doesn't mean you need to broadcast it. She deserves a little privacy to her thoughts and really, with the size you're at, I'm sure you're easily squishable. So shut up and let the big people talk.

[She flashes both of them a saccharine sweet smile full of teeth and gums.]

Thank you.

The two of you could end up friends, [one of them says brightly.]
You just can't stand anyone not liking you, [the other one chides her-- quietly, though, with a sidelong glance up at Angela. Certainly it's an improvement in their behavior.]

Hey, don't get too ahead of yourself now.

[She's laughing, but really, being friends with Cameron isn't one the more horrible things that could happen. Maybe it's a real possibility. And it's not something Angela is the type to turn down.]

You make that sound like a crime. Contrary to popular belief, we've had our differences but I don't hate or dislike her.

[It's the truth. Angela's neutral on the woman, which in her book, leads a greater chance of Cameron leaning to the like column.]

[The tiny ice-queen does have a point; Cameron doesn't like people not liking her, and so she has a tendency to avoid anyone she can't win over. It's a little embarrassing, when brought up so blatantly.]

I'd leave them locked up somewhere, but I don't like the idea of them being unsupervised.

[Cameron laughs a little.]

Eh, they'll probably strangle each other and then you'll end up a psychopath.

[Angela's done conversing with the inside of Cameron's mind, so she stands up straight, flattening her clothes with the palms of both hands. A quick mental run through of all the offenses she might have caused Cameron comes up empty, so Angela thinks it's time for her to take her leave. Cameron isn't the only person she needs to apologize to.

Holding out a hand for a shake, she's willing to attempt to seal this deal with a physical sign.]

So are we fair?

[She doesn't shut the drawer, since really it seems somehow awful to lock the little things away, no matter how annoying they are. For the moment the voices are mollified, given that they've destroyed any privacy of thought she had left. Still, Cameron nods and takes the offered hand.]

We're good.

[Her smile is tentative, but genuine. Because if it weren't someone would pipe up to call her on it.]

[Angela would be a liar if she said she wasn't listening out for one of the two drawerdwellers to contradict Cameron's statement. Without additional commentary from the peanut gallery, she gives Cameron a firm shake and an easy smile before letting go to pick her coffee up on the way out. It's cold now, but she has a microwave in her office to fix that. Good thing too; Angela needs to go and hide out there for a few more hours before she faces Wilson and Chase. House too.]

I guess I'll see you around then. Don't let them drive you too crazy.

I'll do what I can.

[There's a laugh in her voice. If nothing else she's being honest; it isn't worth trying to put up a front detached, calm self-sufficiency when it's constantly belied by her hopes and doubts.]

Take care.

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