☎ voicemail [v 2.0]

[as_damaged]

❝You've reached Allison Cameron, please leave a message.❞

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[ooc: retired thread, for reference, here.]

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[as_damaged]

[She could do worse, looking for favors. She could do better, too, but she could do worse.]

It's a start,

[she answers easily, heading for the kitchen.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Well, Angela was never very good at asking for help. She still needs practice.

While Cameron heads to the kitchen, Angela moves to the living room, perching on the edge of the couch where a grey bundle of fur comes around to sniff the new yet familiar human in their space. Angela glances down at it with a cock of her eyebrow. Sigh. Cats.]

You have a cat. [Wow. Look at that impressive fact finding of something she should know already. And remember.] When did you get a cat?

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[as_damaged]

Grey? I've had her for... oh, a long time, now.

[She's making an effort not to sound vaguely concerned about that, but it might show a little. People forget things all the time when they come and go, she knows; but it never stops being strange.

She busies herself making the coffee and tries not to worry.]

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[thenormalsquint]

You named a gray cat Grey? [Angela chuckles, shaking her head.] No roommate yet?

[Angela's hoping there's a no coming.]

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[as_damaged]

Just the cat. [She sticks her head out the door with a faint smile.] It seemed to suit her. I guess I'm not that creative.

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[thenormalsquint]

Oh. [A pause as she glances over at Cameron.] I need to ask a favor from you. If the answer is no, that's okay. No hard feelings.

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[as_damaged]

[She moves a bit more into the room, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed.]

What do you need?

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[thenormalsquint]

Some clothes, if you can spare them. [She raises her arms and lets the baggy sleeves fall down, crumpled around her bicep.] I don't know how long borrowing this guy's shirt will fly.

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[as_damaged]

[As far as favors go that's hardly anything. She relaxes a bit, arms falling to her sides as she crosses into the living room and toward the bedrooms.]

Sure, [she says, pausing at the threshold of the short hallway.] Come on, we can find you something.

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[thenormalsquint]

[But that's only one of two things. Angela's going to drop the next one.]

Also... can I stay here for a bit? I mean, crashing, not moving in. Until I get a job and my own place again.

[She knows how people can be about their own space; even she's like that sometimes, so she's not going to blame Cameron for saying no. They may have started out as enemies only to become friends, but they are still two very different types of people. Those always don't get along in small spaces.]

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[as_damaged]

[Cameron in particular has always been a picky lady; surviving with no more than a temporary roommate from time to time-- and not even that, in a while, only the cat-- is no small task. Long-term, living with Angela might be... difficult.

But, lucky her, Cameron thrives on being able to help people.]

For a while, [she says slowly, agreeably. It's not that big a gesture really-- she's let others crash on her couch for a week here and there, and Angela has claimed the spare bedroom as her own in the past for that matter.] I don't mind, of course.

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[thenormalsquint]

For a while.

[As slowly as Cameron says it, she makes it a plan that won't last more than a couple of days, curses permitting. Even though, Angela is sure she doesn't want to live alone this time around. If the clock comes back, she'll be driving into that sanity again, that sanity she has no idea Cameron's avoided.

And Angela doesn't remember staying in that other room. Another thing.]

Thank you. I didn't have anywhere else to go for the moment.

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[as_damaged]

[In all fairness, Cameron would be more comfortable letting Angela stay longer than... well, just about anyone else. But she thinks the driving crazy would probably be mutual.]

It's nothing. Really. We've known each other long enough-- I'll be glad to have you.

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[thenormalsquint]

I was afraid I'd be imposing.

[Honestly, less fear and just uncertainty starting all over here again. Her first time around, she has Brennan to fall back on. Here, she's just like everybody else who shows up with little to begin from.]

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[as_damaged]

It'll be nice, having company.

[That's a rare, honest admission, and she moves along quickly lest it be noticed.]

It could be worse-- I spent my first week on House's couch, you know.

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[thenormalsquint]

[Angela laughs, noting the admission but not commenting on it.]

You poor thing. Did he wake you up by poking you with his cane?

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[as_damaged]

It wasn't so bad, but I was glad to get some space of my own.

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[thenormalsquint]

Don't you get lonely, though? Or annoyed at the ticking when it was around?

[Angela guesses the cat helps and maybe working so much, but still. She has to ask.]

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[as_damaged]

I don't spend a lot of time at home.

[And that's what the cat's for. So, yes. She does get lonely. She's just not the sort to admit to it.]

It isn't so bad, and after a while-- well, I'm used to living by myself.

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[thenormalsquint]

[It's a lie that's believable; one that Angela doesn't find any fault in.
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I guess you don't. [She chuckles at the being used to living by oneself.] I was too at one point.

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[as_damaged]

I think I can make an exception, though.

[For a while anyway.]

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[thenormalsquint]

I promise I won't have any raging parties. At least when you're home.

[No, she won't ever, but she can't promise not to drag Cameron to one or five.]

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[as_damaged]

[The massive eye-roll is mostly for effect. Mostly. She's not cleaning anything up.]

I'll dig up a set of keys for you.

[She's not gonna say she missed you, Ange, but she's not not glad.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Come on, say it, Cameron. You know you wanna. It won't hurt. Much.]

Fantastic. [She's been standing in one place too long, so Angela instantly wanders off to the side, poking and prodding at whatever knickknacks Cameron has around the place.] Do I have to worry about a sock on the door?

[Translation: are you boning someone, if so, who, and can I get the juicy details so I can get a vicarious thrill from somewhere?

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[as_damaged]

Not an issue.

[For longer than she wants to think about, and definitely longer than she's going to talk about. Life in the City isn't really compatible with Cameron's romantic habits. And-or lack thereof.]

Like I said, just me and the cat around here.