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Apathy Club, So Many F-Bombs In This One, Some Classroom or Other, This Can't End Well

George had left yesterday's paranoia and settled straight into full-on crankiness. Puck was avoiding her. Look, she didn't think she was his fucking girlfriend or anything, it was just sex, she got that, but avoiding her!? She didn't have the fucking plague.

And maybe she just wanted to talk to him because this week was making everything confusing and going off and losing her virginity to a complete asshole hadn't helped matters any. But he'd disappeared. Asshole.

So now she had to go into the fucking club and -- what? Why was anyone still coming? What the fuck was wrong with them!?

"Why do I have to talk every week?!" George snapped, smacking her hand on one of the desks. "Why can't any of you be bothered to fucking do something, if you're going to show up? Stop coming! And if you're going to show up, then fucking act like you're here and don't just sit there like you think you're invisible! I hate this club! This whole fucking week has been total bullshit and now I have to sit here and talk to all of you people?"

She fell into her seat in a huff. "Everyone with a Y-chromosome, go fuck yourself. That's today's assignment or activity or whatever. Write an essay on why men are scum and which one you'd kill first. Or set something I fire. I don't even fucking care."

... Just another cheerful day in Apathy Club!

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Jonothon's eyebrows went up.

//One of th'first things that Didi told me once it became apparent that we were attracted to one another was that we couldn't be together,// he noted, after a moment.

Just in case she wasn't aware.

//I'm a mortal. She's Death.//

George was, just once, not going to be the tactless person she usually was. She was going to keep her comments to herself, and not jam her foot into her mouth in an awkward and possibly painful way.

"But ... you couldn't," she said. "I mean, she's gone, right? So that's ..."

That one time was apparently not going to be today.

"... I mean ..."

At least she felt marginally bad about it?

//We had a year,// Jonothon replied, looking at George, shrugging a little. //We had one amazing year, that I wouldn't have made it through otherwise. And I don't regret a moment of it, except for closing my eyes when she left.//

He would have taken a deep breath, to steel himself, but that was just one more impossibility to add to a long list.

//Everybody leaves, sooner or later, George. Death is that one thing that we all have in common, and it'll pull people apart in the end... but while yer together, what is there to stop you but th'knowledge that it'll end? Everything ends. If you avoid happiness on those grounds, then why ever bother living in th'first place?//

"I don't think I'm supposed to," George countered. "We're here to do a job, and Rube says we should go back to the edges and not interfere. And I try, but it's lonely."

If they wanted reapers to be automatons, they shouldn't make them out of people. People had feelings. People longed to connect. It was innate. It transcended death.

//Didi wasn't supposed to, either.//

Jono shrugged a little.

//Yer here, George. And so is everybody else. Rube can blow it up his arse if he expects you to ignore that. And if he doesn't like that suggestion, point me to him, and I'll tell him about th'year that loving Death kept me from throwing myself at it.//

That was a fun mental picture. Jono taking on Rube. George ... wouldn't lay money either way, on that one.

"I thought it would help," she said. "That it would show me that I really was alive, and able to be a part of things. But I don't think it did."

Jono looked at her thoughtfully, and then shook his head.

//Lord, George. You've got it all confused, don't you?// He reached out to give Joni a gentle scratch behind the ears. //Sex isn't living. Sex is fucking. Putting life on hold for a bit for th'sake of losing yerself entirely to th'whims of yer body. It's fun, and it's noisy, and then it's messy and over, all at once. But it's not living. Not if wanting to live is the only reason yer doing it.//

And now, George was blushing, and examining the tops of her shoes.

"It ... wasn't the only reason," she admitted. "I'd had a bad day, and I just -- wanted to stop thinking and ... I mean, the whole week has been sort of ..."

Erm. Puck was hot. Puck made her knees melt whenever he kissed her, and he'd promised to take care of her and make her feel unbelievable, amazing things. And he had. That part, George had no complaints about.

//Then, if you wanted something more than a good shag and 'goodnight,' you were having it for th'wrong reason, luv.//

Jonothon lifted his shoulders a little.

//The island isn't helping as much, granted. But I wouldn't stake th'whole of yer humanity on a one-night-stand after a bad day, when the entire population's gone absolutely barmy.//

"So I ... shouldn't be upset?" she asked. Honestly asking. She was seriously fucking bad at this, Jono. "I mean, it was .... nice."

Really nice. Like happy-good-feelings nice.

Enjoy the overshare, Jono!

Really, now. As if Jono was worried about overshare. Jono had once stated in casual conversation that he enjoyed handcuffs as a kink.

//Well... Are you upset because you think you ought to be, or are you actually upset?//

George had not discovered kink. 'We took our clothes off' was still new, for her.

"I think ... I'm actually upset," she said, "but just feeling a little ... I don't know. Hollow. After he left like that. It was kind of ... abrupt."

//Well, I wasn't there. But...// He shrugged. //Do you know why he left, at least?//

"Because ... it was over?" George asked.

Wasn't that what people did? Leave afterwards? She was not exactly familiar with the whole ... traditions involved, here.

Well, back when Jono was the sort to actually sleep around, he at least stayed long enough for some coffee and a shower before wandering away forever...

//... Just... like that? He wasn't a stranger, then, was he?//

George, your roommate is a snoop.

"I think we might be friends?" George said. "He knows I'm dead. He scored me some Vicodin when I smashed my leg up. That makes us friends, doesn't it?"

The willingness to steal pharmaceuticals? Maybe she'd been hanging around Mason for too long.

//... It's a start,// Jono allowed.

She also didn't seem certain if Jono was a friend of hers, and so he was going to withhold judgment on the Vicodin thing, at least for a bit.

//So, yer friends. You know one another passingly well, or at least have swapped names by this point. You slept together, and then he made a break for th'door, presumably with enough time to pull his trousers on before he did so.//

"That's about it," she said. "Oh, and he knows I'm a reaper, too. I wouldn't have told him, but it was that day when I just kept telling people things? And there was a bad reap, and I mentioned it. Then it was all death this, drama that, I never got to do anything, let's go somewhere. So ... we did."

It was like asking someone who was tone-deaf to describe an orchestra. 'There were some big wooden things, over there, and the shiny metal ones in the back.'

Honestly, George. Trying to make sense of these things was going to make Jono start smacking himself in the face repeatedly.

//And he's fine with yer being a reaper?//

Jono was trying to figure out whether or not the shiny metal ones were trumpets or tubas, here.

"He kind of thought it was cool," George said, not sure how to take that. "Like I was some superhero from Y-People. And I got all emo about how it wasn't like that, and I said everything's all over. He said it didn't have to be and the rest just ... kind of happened."

Like magic! Magical tubas that played themselves and might or might not be trumpets. Or clarinets.

Possibly piccolos.

//I know asking this one might be a stretch,// he said, at length, //but how did he seem as he left? Awkward? What?//

"Kind of?" she said. "I probably ... did something wrong. What are you supposed to do? It was ... nice for a bit and then really awkward and then he left."

//I doubt you did anything wrong, luv,// Jono all but sighed. //Awkward how, then?//

Now they were getting into the really fiddly things, like how maybe the piccolo had been a fife all along.

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