IC contact for lastvoyages

[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[cactusy]

Reid, it's okay, you don't have to blow smoke up my ass; I know gratitude is the last thing you're feeling for me.

[transfundere]

[ Oh, he sounds very tired, but he's going to soldier on. ]

I don't say things I don't mean, Miss Shaw. [ A pause. ] Is there something you would prefer I call you as it seems as if that address aggravates you and it is not my intention.

[cactusy]

Wha--

Oh, no, that's not why. I'm kinda aggravated because the meeting was mostly bull, like meetings like that always are.

[transfundere]

May I ask why you feel that way?

In truth, I do not feel that I accomplished what I set out to do, but I would care to know what you found issue with specifically.

[cactusy]

What did you set out to do?

[transfundere]

My purpose was twofold: to align all parties involved with Lestat towards a singular plan of care and to decide what that plan would be.

I came prepared with those treatments I truly believe are harmful to those efforts, and with a variety of approaches I thought would be best. We... came to a halt somewhat before the second stage of things and it... spiraled from there.

[cactusy]

Huh.

Okay, I feel that way for a couple reasons. One's that you came in having already decided that I was just a malicious stalker who hated your inmate, but another's that I just hate... politics.

[transfundere]

I did not, but I certainly realize how it may have come off.

I felt that you were stalking him with the intention of preventing harm and that in your desire to protect others, the discomfort to him that you were causing was either seen as a lesser evil or discounted entirely. Less charitably than perhaps I ought to be, I thought the latter, but I was also aware that there were several things that you were unaware of regarding that first rash of violence.

...we didn't get to that either, unfortunately.

[cactusy]

Wasn't stalking him.

[transfundere]

...maintaining surveillance on him constantly while he was at work, then. To a creature as aware of his surroundings as Lestat is, the two can feel very much the same.

[cactusy]

Wasn't constantly, either.

[transfundere]

If there is a perception that one is not safe from surveillance for long enough, your presence hardly matters. I feel certain that you understand that point.

[cactusy]

Reid, I really think it's a good thing for people here to assume that eyes are on them and they should avoid hurting people because of it. Okay? It's not a vendetta, I don't hate the guy, but if he felt like he needed to stay in line because people could be watching him, then I feel like I did my job.

[transfundere]

[ A deep sigh. ]

I do not think that you hate him. Nor do I think you are acting out of a vendetta. I think you do not understand him, nor myself, in truth.

But that is not the effect it has on him. Being watched does not make him feel he needs to 'stay in line'. It makes him feel as if he has been assigned as a monster, that no one will ever see him otherwise, and should the right stimulus be presented, that he has an audience to make watch his monstrousness at play.

He is a long-lived creature, Miss Shaw, and however long he might simply play his piano is a matter of whims. It is simply a matter of his fancy and what others might do, in fact, whether he thinks you're watching, before he trips into something horrendous simply to 'give you something to watch'.

And that is the last thing I want.

[cactusy]

[She blows out a heavy, resigned breath.]

Same.

[transfundere]

...have you considered taking lessons from him?

[cactusy]

You're asking me if I want to take music lessons?

[transfundere]

Yes, I am.

It would encourage him to go back to the gazebo, as he's currently hosting his lessons from my cabin, give him another contact point, and it wouldn't have the perhaps artificial feel of an arranged conversation.

Besides: you'd learn a new instrument.

[cactusy]

I have definitely not considered that. And to be clear, not because it's him, but because it's a piano.

[can you HEAR the pouting in her voice, Reid]

[transfundere]

[ He can. It's why he's being very careful not to laugh right now. Especially when he thinks about the face Lestat is going to make that will probably look very similar. ]

He also teaches the violin, I understand.

[cactusy]

Not any better, Reid. He doesn't have any interests that aren't lame? Does he like cards games?

[transfundere]

I don't believe he teaches card games. He might teach acting to you, if you asked. He's played out a few scenes from his former troupe that were quite lovely.

I can ask about the cards, however.

[cactusy]

Acting's worse than violin. Why does he have to teach me anything? Why can't he just play this card game with us?

[Please note that while regular card games aren't off the table, she absolutely has Cards Against Humanity in mind.]

[transfundere]

...would you like the long answer or the short one?

[cactusy]

Short.

[She pauses, and then sighs irritably.]

No, okay, fine; whatever. Long.