"I certainly think if we're picking names out, I should get one and you the other... Serpens feels a little like being back at home so I'll keep it. What will you call your furry little friend?" She giggled a little. It was childish in a way but a good way to take their minds off of things.
"And don't you worry. I have a feeling we have all the time in the world for this little pause." How long had she been on the island? Five years? Six? There was time again.
"Well since they're always running across the sky, how about Dasher? Or maybe Harelyn?"
She was horrid at naming things, often coming out a bit too literally, or putting far more thought and effort into it. Plus, coming up with something on the spot also put her at a bit of a disadvantage also.
"Both are fine names," she said, walking up slowly. For how she'd reacted with a bit of a start when Caitlyn had touched her earlier, she seemed just as willing to initiate touch herself. A hand reached over to pat on the woman's arm and she considered for a moment. "Which do you like more... It is your choice after all."
To the other question though... she smiled a little sadly and winked. "What I want does not matter. I'm dead, my dear. I only live because I'm here." A little giggle followed and she let her smirk broaden. "Why not enjoy the extra time I have, whatever form it takes?"
Caitlyn's eyes widened a little at the revelation. Chloe was dead. . . did that mean that, no she was certain that she'd gotten out of there. She had seen to everything in the aftermath. She looked around for a moment, trying to figure it all out, but then Chloe had sounded so relaxed about it. Eventually, she just let out a breath, placing her hand onto of the others.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but yes, at least you have a little time now. Hopefully, it can be one that's a bit more pleasant, that you can enjoy."
Still, Caitlyn's curiosity did get the better of her.
She considered that for a moment. "Another day, yes. Not here." There were ears. she wanted to choose what people learned about Atia and her island. If anyone. "But don't worry your pretty little head about it. I am quite at peace with my passing, I assure you. I just think of this as a new lease on life."
It had also been five years. It was easier to cope with being dead when you had years to do it in. Trained counselors helped too. She winked. "Perhaps you'd join me for dinner tomorrow? Away from the crowds?"
It was a bit open and exposed, and there was no telling if there might be someone listening in. Besides it was a nice night, and they seemed to be having a pleasant time admiring and naming their own constellations. It was peaceful, and Chloe's assurance that she was at peace with the events that had happened was enough to put Caitlyn at ease for the meantime.
"I'd like that, but where? I certainly don't have anything that would make for a decent meal."
"Oh, why don't you stop by my place in this case? I'm not really that great of a cook, but I suspect we can at least convince them to let us have something better than appetizers," she offered with a bemused smirk on her face. "We can worry about impressing or poisoning each other with cooking soon enough. Let's just take advantage of our hosts for now."
She made quite a few assumptions about those hosts, but she suspected this one was safe.
"I'm not the best cook either, but I can manage something simple. But if something was already prepared that would leave us more time to talk and spend time getting to know one another."
It would also probably be a lot more filling and there wouldn't be the matter of who would have to clean up afterward as well. Caitlyn would have felt uncomfortable thinking about having left a sink full of dishes or something to be done for later.
"Oh we are a pair. We can burn down my kitchen next time for fun," she said with a bemused giggle. Reaching into her clothes, she pulled out a small pad and scrawled the directions on it along with a time right around the dinner hour. "It was ... nice to meet you, Caitlyn. I do hope this is the beginning of something interesting."
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Date: 2025-02-24 05:47 am (UTC)From:"And don't you worry. I have a feeling we have all the time in the world for this little pause." How long had she been on the island? Five years? Six? There was time again.
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Date: 2025-02-25 04:13 am (UTC)From:She was horrid at naming things, often coming out a bit too literally, or putting far more thought and effort into it. Plus, coming up with something on the spot also put her at a bit of a disadvantage also.
"But is that what you want?"
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Date: 2025-02-25 04:26 am (UTC)From:To the other question though... she smiled a little sadly and winked. "What I want does not matter. I'm dead, my dear. I only live because I'm here." A little giggle followed and she let her smirk broaden. "Why not enjoy the extra time I have, whatever form it takes?"
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Date: 2025-02-27 10:09 pm (UTC)From:"I'm sorry to hear that, but yes, at least you have a little time now. Hopefully, it can be one that's a bit more pleasant, that you can enjoy."
Still, Caitlyn's curiosity did get the better of her.
"Do you want to talk about what happened?"
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Date: 2025-02-27 10:37 pm (UTC)From:It had also been five years. It was easier to cope with being dead when you had years to do it in. Trained counselors helped too. She winked. "Perhaps you'd join me for dinner tomorrow? Away from the crowds?"
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Date: 2025-02-28 06:23 pm (UTC)From:It was a bit open and exposed, and there was no telling if there might be someone listening in. Besides it was a nice night, and they seemed to be having a pleasant time admiring and naming their own constellations. It was peaceful, and Chloe's assurance that she was at peace with the events that had happened was enough to put Caitlyn at ease for the meantime.
"I'd like that, but where? I certainly don't have anything that would make for a decent meal."
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Date: 2025-03-03 05:12 am (UTC)From:She made quite a few assumptions about those hosts, but she suspected this one was safe.
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Date: 2025-03-04 02:08 pm (UTC)From:It would also probably be a lot more filling and there wouldn't be the matter of who would have to clean up afterward as well. Caitlyn would have felt uncomfortable thinking about having left a sink full of dishes or something to be done for later.
"What time? And just where is your place?"
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Date: 2025-03-04 04:15 pm (UTC)From:(OOC: What do you say I start a new thread?)