062 - speak your mind
[accidental voice//edited private, viewable to Logan]

[outdoorsy sounds, a trawl in earth, birds chirping, dog barking]

Have to remember to go to the market Monday after work, there might be some end-of-season corn left. It's almost October, squashes will be in season. Hmmn, Halloween, there's a pretty good chance of a bad curse that night and it always attracts the crazies, got to mark it down for more patrols.

Gunner don't you dare dig those up - I just planted them. No! Bad dog! Yes, you heard me.

Should stop by the clinic and make an appointment some time soon too, just to make sure. Cervical cancer, breast cancer, lung cancer, like Dad, not the way I want to go, but we don't get to pick.

Didn't expect it, couldn't handle it when it happened. Lucky it was just a curse, but still. Scars. And blood. Blood on my hands. Nearly threw up, that morning. Thought it was happening again, thought it was another nightmare, blood everywhere but no cuts. Other people's blood, that time. Faces, memories. Nothing I can do to stop it from happening again, to either me or someone else. Thank god for Logan, for his quick healing. He won't ever be blood on my hands. God, I hope not. Knock on wood.

[dog nose snuffling]

Alright, here's hoping these bulbs come up in the spring. Here's hoping I'll be here to see them. Seems like a long time to plan ahead here. Nice to work with my hands, though, to do something productive and simple and lacking in paperwork and bureaucracy...

Alright Gunner, time to go inside. Tired yet? Well, the sun's going down and you can't stay out all night. In you go.

[tidying up noises, fumbling and clanking of tools]

Hey, how did this get here? Damnit, of course with a curse like this it has to end up on the Network somehow...

[text]

Well, it's all true or else you'd know I was lying. That's a bit of a pain. Some things aren't meant to be said out loud.

It was a curse like this a few months after I arrived that made me admit to being attracted to Logan. It's a little strange, but I've always gotten in trouble for speaking out more often than I should than not speaking out often enough. Like that time... Heh. A good kind of trouble. Anyways.

Sam, if i remember correctly you own a garage? I have a car that desperately needs some fixing up. More like bodywork than any real engine work. Unless you're not too busy to do it yourself, Logan. Or you could work together on it, I don't mind. I trust you both to take good care of her.

[ooc: EDIT: After Mohinder's comment, the accidental voice post was filtered because the mun totally didn't notice the first time around. You can still comment and say you saw it before it was privated, but it's unlikely. And I totally forgot to mention, small text is things she wouldn't normally type, equal to strikeouts or privates on a normal day. She's more verbose at the same time.]