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john lalonde i am going to KILL you.

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[[Once that ominous message has been left, the young girl abandons the terminal she found on third floor of dormitories and begins her hunt. She has an ass to kick and she will find it. There's a four eyed black kitten on her heels, batting playfully at her coat tails as they walk and under her arm is a very large book of some sort. Occasionally she checks a terminal as she passes because you'd better believe she will descend upon her friend like a hawk when he replies, but beyond that she's going to head down stairs to look on the floor below. Maybe go a few more floors down if need be.

She'll care about where exactly she is later. It's probably just like SBURB anyway. Do some exploration and eventually you'll run into some helpful creatures! Surely that's how it works.]]

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They learn very similarly. If you don't praise a child for doing the right thing, they'll never learn that it's right. The same goes for animals. Dogs, cats, horses, they all learn like that.

[[Shrug shrug.]]

The similarity is really obvious, but I guess I can't expect you to know that, seeing as you apparently have little clue on how to train an animal.

[[Oops, getting a little passive aggressive.]]

Maybe if your child animal (since I doubt you can tell the difference between the two) is too fucking stupid to figure out what shit they shouldn't do on their own you have to treat them like they're make of glass, but most sentient things can take care of themselves without being coddled.

[she grins, but it's less a smile and more a promise to bite off a finger if given an excuse to]

But you're obviously too stupid to realize when you're smothering something,so I guess you wouldn't fucking know.

[the irony here is that Rose doesn't even know when she's pass-agging. aaaaah sweet denial.]

[[And Rose just chuckles.]]

Well someone didn't have the best childhood, did they?

[she chuckles back, although the hard edge never leaves her voice]

Hey, don't go dumping your fucking issues on someone that you just met. I don't care about your shitty time growing up.

Actually, my childhood was wonderful, thank you. But if you think praising something or someone for doing well is coddling and smothering, I can only assume you never received much of it yourself and have been left bitter by the experience.

Let me guess, you don't need praise, right? You're one such sentient being who can fend for themselves without being 'coddled', correct?

The funny thing about assumptions is that most of the time they're total bullshit and leave the person making them looking like an even bigger tool than they did before.

I'm not a big enough asshole to think that I'm some kind of hardass who doesn't need to know they're going a good job, I just happen to know that relying on a bunch of judgemental shitheads does fuck and all for you.

[she shrugs] I'm bitter about shit, but this crap isn't any of it. I don't need anyone's praise or approval but mine.

You're contradicting yourself. You say you don't think you're some kind of hardass who doesn't need to know they're doing a good job, and then you turn around and say that you don't need anyone elses praise or approval.

You realize that's saying you're some kind of hardass who doesn't need to know they're doing a good job, right? Perhaps not a hardass, no, but still making a point that you don't need to know you're doing a good job.

As long as you feel that you're in the right, that's all that matters to you.

Being self-assured is radically different from being a tool desperate to show everyone that they don't care what anyone thinks, but good job cutting everything down into tiny enough pieces for your brain to comprehend!

[she rolls her eyes unseen behind the shades, tone taking on a sardonic mimic of the other Rose's]

As long as you feel you can pretend to understand what's being talked about, that's all that matters to you.

[[She seems rather unfazed.]]

I never said you were anything but self assured. I also never said that you had to be a tool to not receive enough praise as a child and therefor feel you don't need praise of others when you're older!

You're free to think what you want, of course, and if being an ass to me makes you feel better, you can do that too.

Right, because obviously everything stems back to having a boo hoo hoo bad childhood. Do you have any other spiels to run through or is that your only one? Because all it's doing is making you sound like a dumbass.

[she shifts a little, crossing her arms over her chest] Especially if you really think that this talk is me bitching you out.

Not everything, but a problem with praise certainly is a good indication of it! And I don't think you're bitching me out. I've been bitched out before, so I do know the difference. But you certainly aren't being the nicest person in the world, and you haven't been since you started talking to me. I haven't done anything wrong to you up until now so I'm just assuming you're using me as an outlet. And before you say it no, I'm not saying you're being a dick because of a boo hoo bad childhood. I don't know why you're being a dick, really.

[[She shifts in turn, but places her hands on her hips instead.]] But if it's because you genuinely dislike me, well that's a shame but I guess that's how the ball rolls!

Yeah, isn't it a tragedy that everyone in the world doesn't fall to their feet vomiting sunshine and rainbows when you bounce along. [she doesn't sound particularly sad about it, though]

Funnily enough, some people are just naturally bitches! There's no reason for it, no misplaced lashing out, no freaky mental disorders to explain away. Weird how the world works, huh?

You don't need to vomit sunshine and rainbows, but a small ounce of civility would be appreciated. Hell, I have a kind of gloomy, sometimes depressing friend, so I certainly don't expect sunshine and rainbows from everyone I pass.

[[...oh wait. She got all distracted shoot.]]

Fuck. A friend I was in the middle of hunting down. You haven't seen a boy wandering around who's about as tall as me with black hair, square glasses and goes by John, have you?

That depends on what flavor you want him in. Obviously you haven't been able to make the connection yet, but this place is kind of a clusterfuck of timelines and alternate universes.

[[.....wait.]]

Is...that why you look kind of like me? Or I look kind of like you...one or the other.

No, we just happen to be genetically identical by some really weird coincidence. Isn't that funny?

[her voice cannot possibly be any more sardonic than it is right now. it's just not possible.]

Well this is kind of cool then! [[And it either went right over her head or she's just more interested in their relation.]]

Oh wait, that means you know Dad! Is he here? Oh, and I'm looking for our John.

[[Yeah, she took genetically identical really literally.]]

[there is a long slow pause as Rose manages to give her double the most disgusted look possible despite being shrouded in sunglasses]

Ok, I went and assumed that you had more of a mental capacity than a goldfish, which I guess was my fault. I'm going to talk really slowly and use really small words so you can understand, all right?

[her voice takes on the slow condescending tone used by people speaking with someone pulling on a PUSH door and asking why it won't open]

There are alternate universes scattered around paradox space! They have the same people in them, but with small changes. That means that none of them are exactly the same, even if they are really similar.

So while we may be genetically identical, we didn't live the same life or know exactly the same people. If you want useful answers, you might want to try putting that one brain cell to work and being more specific!

[[Hey, it's not her fault that she didn't pay attention to timelines or paradox space or whatever. She had a more important duty, okay? She was helping Dave breed frogs!

Though now she kind of frowns a little. Wow, really doesn't appreciate that tone of voice! But she's not going to say anything about it because kicking John's ass is more important.]]

John Lalonde. I'm looking for John Lalonde.

[it's almost impossible to tell if one doesn't know what to look for, but those seven little words open up a floodgate of emotions in Rose as the idiotic alternate John she'd antagonized and this other her and common sense come crashing together in one painful punch to the gut of realization.

there's a John Lalonde here. but he's not hers.

her fists clench tightly together, so hard that she can feel them breaking the skin and leaving little crimson crescents on her palms. she's not upset. her John is a creepy little idiot who'd probably get off from all the nightmarish torture going on here. she's better off without him.

she's definitely not disappointed.

her jaw tightens and she blinks once, expression shrouded behind her sunglasses. to anyone not searching for the telltale signs, it simply appears that Rose is having a thoughtful pause.]

Can't say that I've seen him, but that doesn't mean the tool isn't here or that I haven't talked to him over the network. Just check the nameplates on the dorm levels and you'll find out fast enough.

[[You say that like her John Lalonde isn't a bit creepy and might not enjoy the horror here.......

Though she's not looking, so she doesn't really notice no. At least you don't have to deal with that? And oh, seems like you finally pissed her off a little.]]

He's not a tool! But...alright, fine. I'll do that.

[a small victory that she's honestly not interested in relishing anymore. right now Rose just wants to punch something, preferable a something with bones to break.]

There's no such thing as a Lalonde that isn't a tool, untwist your panties and get the fuck over it. There aren't too many dorm levels, you shouldn't be looking for long.

[[Crossing her arms, she glowers at the other girl.]]

I don't know what Lalondes you have met, but John isn't a tool and that's all there is to say about it. And good. Come on Salem.

[[The kitten perks up and follows after Rose as she walks off in just a little bit of a huff. Because wow she probably doesn't even know him all that well how rude!!!]]

[yeah, she's only been friends with a version of him for a few years. Rose flips off the retreating alternate before returning to her room and prompting kicking over every piece of furniture that isn't hers.

she kicks at a chest brutally, mumbling harshly under her breath]

Like fuck you'd know, you prissy little shitstain. I hope you fucking find him in pieces.

[and with that she flops onto her bed, definitely and totally not upset about anything.

fuck this place.]

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