04-04-2019, 04:14 PM
There was me, that is, Susan, and my three droogs, that is Sue, Suzy-Q, and Suzy-Ho; on account of she was such a ho. And we sat there in the Korova milkbar, trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which was what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and get you ready for a bit of the old ultra-conference-between-myself-and-my-other-personalities.
Sue brought us our milk-plus on a tray, because she can't ever seem to stop waitressing. Although she wore a droogie outfit like mine, hers bore a nametag. During the bad days, when I was still with Chad, Sue was the part of me that did whatever she had to in order to power through and keep going. She's the one who spent eleven years getting her ass pinched and/or slapped every night, then trying to explain to Chad why someone besides him was leaving marks on me.
Suzy-Ho realized she couldn't touch herself in the costume, and was struggling to remove it. She doesn't usually do clothes. As the name implies, she's kind of my inner nympho. I always know what her advice is going to be.
Suzy-Q was getting into the setting and her costume and taking a long sip of her milk-plus. Her role in my head is a bit up-in-the-air right now. She used to deal with Chad's abuse by always giving in to him and convincing us that we deserved it somehow, but now that she's not needed for that, we're trying to find a new place for her within the organization.
"Well, ladies," I told the other Mes. "You know what's going on out there. Danger like we've never encountered, and quite frankly, I'm a bit stuck for what my next move should be. I can guess your answer already, Suzy-Ho; but I'd like to hear what the other two have to say first."
"Whole thing sounds pretty fucked." Sue said, in a gruff version of my own voice. "We all love Troy & Julie, and we're warming to Helen." I could have sworn I saw Suzy-Q smirk out of the corner of my eye at that, but she turned away. I turned my attention back to Sue. "That said, my first idea is swallowing our pride, telling Troy 'Yeah, this is pretty overwhelming, and I should go somewhere for a week.' Maybe take Rachel and/or one of the other ladies for a few days' drive up to Canada, or down to Oregon. Somewhere along the coast, away from all this until it's over."
I almost did a spit-take with my milk. I sort of think of Sue as a mix of my Survival Instinct and Self-Esteem, and a plan like "run and hide" wasn't like her. She never even suggested we run from Chad. A number of other things, not all of them good, but not running.
"That's not very like you, Sue. I figured once we found out Yorkshire's name, you'd be all for kicking in his door and slapping the fucker around."
"Any other time, yeah, that'd be my first plan. This Whyte prick, though... he could have picked a fight with anyone in the world and he chose Helen. That means he's crazy enough to think he can win and has the means to try. I mean yes, you live with people who're teaching you a superpower, that's damn cool. But there's a reason Hawkeye calls the other Avengers when Ultron shows up."
"Hawkeye still stays and fights, though." Suzy-Q stepped in. "Even with his little bow and arrows, he'll keep trying to dent Ultron all day while the others find the big weakness. I mean, yeah, Whyte doesn't seem to know about us, but what if we're wrong about that? What if he knows you exist and isn't saying because he has something special planned for you, Susan? Running away might be playing right into his hands; he could have people ready to grab you as soon as you're away from Helen and everyone else's protection. You know, we've been thinking that he blew his one big master stroke trying to kill her in the first place and has been playing catch-up since, but maybe we're supposed to think that. This guy managed to play both Helen and the Triads. He's no idiot."
"That's certainly true." I agreed with myself. "I read the transcript of his first call to her, and that was the impression he was trying to give. Whatever evil shit Troy uncovers when he starts going after the guy, he has gotten away with it up until now. And he killed those people and let Helen get his confession on tape? He had to know she'd record the call. He didn't get stupid all of a sudden just because Helen survived the first attack; he knows how to cover his tracks."
"This sounds like the kind of conversation you should be having with Helen. Troy, too, when he's taken care of Julie. You heard Helen earlier, when she talked about how good you are at helping people; I've actually been thinking on that one a little. Maybe La Policia would have put together that Morgan's shrine was a phony eventually without you, or maybe they would've seen what Whyte wanted them to. Maybe we ARE just weird enough, or have watched just the right episodes of Law & Order to see something that real cops might miss. If we learned anything from Remington Steele, it's that the only skill you really need in life is Movie Trivia. You helped Troy & Julie when you guys were on the plane, and we're always saying, 'I'm here to help.' Hell, isn't that what we dropped out to spend eleven years doing in a shitty highway diner; helping people get their food? You've always been a very supportive person, Susan. She could be on to something there. You're going to be needed in some way, I can sense it."
"You've been talking like that a lot, lately." I told her. "Ever since we got back from San Finzione, in fact. And you were pretty quiet while we were there, now that I think of it."
"Was I?" She asked, maybe a bit too innocently. "Sue and Suzy-Ho were doing most of the 'helping you keep the others going' job, and you all seemed to have things under control, so I... found something else to do."
"What?" I asked. "You live in my head and critique my life; what else could you have found to do?"
Suzy-Q got a far-off look for a moment before turning back to me.
"I'd prefer not to say yet, Susan. It's not a bad thing, it's actually pretty good. But I know if I tell you right now, I'll get it wrong, and it might come off bad." She thought for a bit. "I should probably take you through it in stages, and I can't think of how to even start. If you insist, Susan, I know I'll tell you everything as best as I can. I don't think any of us are even capable of lying to you. I've never tried, and I'm pretty sure the others haven't, either. Just... you're having a strange-enough day as it is. Adding to that would not be 'being here to help.'"
Sue brought us our milk-plus on a tray, because she can't ever seem to stop waitressing. Although she wore a droogie outfit like mine, hers bore a nametag. During the bad days, when I was still with Chad, Sue was the part of me that did whatever she had to in order to power through and keep going. She's the one who spent eleven years getting her ass pinched and/or slapped every night, then trying to explain to Chad why someone besides him was leaving marks on me.
Suzy-Ho realized she couldn't touch herself in the costume, and was struggling to remove it. She doesn't usually do clothes. As the name implies, she's kind of my inner nympho. I always know what her advice is going to be.
Suzy-Q was getting into the setting and her costume and taking a long sip of her milk-plus. Her role in my head is a bit up-in-the-air right now. She used to deal with Chad's abuse by always giving in to him and convincing us that we deserved it somehow, but now that she's not needed for that, we're trying to find a new place for her within the organization.
"Well, ladies," I told the other Mes. "You know what's going on out there. Danger like we've never encountered, and quite frankly, I'm a bit stuck for what my next move should be. I can guess your answer already, Suzy-Ho; but I'd like to hear what the other two have to say first."
"Whole thing sounds pretty fucked." Sue said, in a gruff version of my own voice. "We all love Troy & Julie, and we're warming to Helen." I could have sworn I saw Suzy-Q smirk out of the corner of my eye at that, but she turned away. I turned my attention back to Sue. "That said, my first idea is swallowing our pride, telling Troy 'Yeah, this is pretty overwhelming, and I should go somewhere for a week.' Maybe take Rachel and/or one of the other ladies for a few days' drive up to Canada, or down to Oregon. Somewhere along the coast, away from all this until it's over."
I almost did a spit-take with my milk. I sort of think of Sue as a mix of my Survival Instinct and Self-Esteem, and a plan like "run and hide" wasn't like her. She never even suggested we run from Chad. A number of other things, not all of them good, but not running.
"That's not very like you, Sue. I figured once we found out Yorkshire's name, you'd be all for kicking in his door and slapping the fucker around."
"Any other time, yeah, that'd be my first plan. This Whyte prick, though... he could have picked a fight with anyone in the world and he chose Helen. That means he's crazy enough to think he can win and has the means to try. I mean yes, you live with people who're teaching you a superpower, that's damn cool. But there's a reason Hawkeye calls the other Avengers when Ultron shows up."
"Hawkeye still stays and fights, though." Suzy-Q stepped in. "Even with his little bow and arrows, he'll keep trying to dent Ultron all day while the others find the big weakness. I mean, yeah, Whyte doesn't seem to know about us, but what if we're wrong about that? What if he knows you exist and isn't saying because he has something special planned for you, Susan? Running away might be playing right into his hands; he could have people ready to grab you as soon as you're away from Helen and everyone else's protection. You know, we've been thinking that he blew his one big master stroke trying to kill her in the first place and has been playing catch-up since, but maybe we're supposed to think that. This guy managed to play both Helen and the Triads. He's no idiot."
"That's certainly true." I agreed with myself. "I read the transcript of his first call to her, and that was the impression he was trying to give. Whatever evil shit Troy uncovers when he starts going after the guy, he has gotten away with it up until now. And he killed those people and let Helen get his confession on tape? He had to know she'd record the call. He didn't get stupid all of a sudden just because Helen survived the first attack; he knows how to cover his tracks."
"This sounds like the kind of conversation you should be having with Helen. Troy, too, when he's taken care of Julie. You heard Helen earlier, when she talked about how good you are at helping people; I've actually been thinking on that one a little. Maybe La Policia would have put together that Morgan's shrine was a phony eventually without you, or maybe they would've seen what Whyte wanted them to. Maybe we ARE just weird enough, or have watched just the right episodes of Law & Order to see something that real cops might miss. If we learned anything from Remington Steele, it's that the only skill you really need in life is Movie Trivia. You helped Troy & Julie when you guys were on the plane, and we're always saying, 'I'm here to help.' Hell, isn't that what we dropped out to spend eleven years doing in a shitty highway diner; helping people get their food? You've always been a very supportive person, Susan. She could be on to something there. You're going to be needed in some way, I can sense it."
"You've been talking like that a lot, lately." I told her. "Ever since we got back from San Finzione, in fact. And you were pretty quiet while we were there, now that I think of it."
"Was I?" She asked, maybe a bit too innocently. "Sue and Suzy-Ho were doing most of the 'helping you keep the others going' job, and you all seemed to have things under control, so I... found something else to do."
"What?" I asked. "You live in my head and critique my life; what else could you have found to do?"
Suzy-Q got a far-off look for a moment before turning back to me.
"I'd prefer not to say yet, Susan. It's not a bad thing, it's actually pretty good. But I know if I tell you right now, I'll get it wrong, and it might come off bad." She thought for a bit. "I should probably take you through it in stages, and I can't think of how to even start. If you insist, Susan, I know I'll tell you everything as best as I can. I don't think any of us are even capable of lying to you. I've never tried, and I'm pretty sure the others haven't, either. Just... you're having a strange-enough day as it is. Adding to that would not be 'being here to help.'"
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