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[lovethesescars]

When I was six, my older sister shoved me down a hill into a pile of broken glass because I could play the violin better than she could. The glass caused severe lacerations on my face and I also broke my arm.

I've always told people that the scars on my face were because of an "accident", but in reality the only accidental part about it was that my sister wasn't expecting the broken beer bottles to be there.

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[lefthertainted]

I don't like talking about my family much with other people. There's a bit too much literal blood associated with that topic to ever make a pleasant conversation.

I would, however, be up for a few rounds of drinks (non-alcoholic for me, alas) and a round of complaining about Chicago an the Rift. Maybe I can even share a few stories about the dumbshit things I did when I was a teenager--those ones are a lot more amusing.

[mademychoices.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. There are parts of mine I'm not keen to drag out of the closet either. And I hate those games of trauma one-upmanship that come out of those conversations unless one's terribly careful -- and believe me, in my old line of work, those got pretty spectacular. Stupid teenager stories sound like a lot more fun.

You're the one with the busy schedule at the moment, so I'll leave it up to you to say when.

[lefthertainted]

Oh, I'm quite sure, if I'm even anywhere close to right about the type of work you used to do. Besides, the Trauma Olympics is not an event that anyone can win, so it's really best if we don't even try.

I'd prefer to go on a night where the bars are less busy, and I'm guessing you would too. That probably means a Monday or Tuesday, since things tend to build up as the week goes on. Still, I probably shouldn't let myself work any later than 8 pm on any day of the week unless something something dire is happening at that very moment. Plus, I've actually got something nearly resembling a team right now, so they can deal with any minor emergencies that crop up. I've got to get out of the habit of thinking that I need to take care of every little thing myself--that's what delegation is for, after all.

I really don't think I can pin it down much tighter than that, since I have to wait and see if anything unexpected gets dropped on my plate when the workweek starts. I'll send you a journal message on Monday to tell you how things look from my end, so please watch for it.

[mademychoices.livejournal.com]

You've probably guessed more or less right. I can pass for civilian quite nicely, but it's an effort, and the circumstances under which we met probably rendered that impossible. I'll just be charmingly vague and tell you I worked for the government, shall I?

Monday-or-Tuesday sounds all right from my end, unless something extremely drastic comes up, and it shouldn't. I'll keep an eye out.

[lefthertainted]

Just a little, yes. Getting accused of being a kidnapper tends to raise a few questions in one's mind.

Of course, then the question becomes which one?, though I think I can probably guess that too, based on the accent. Not that I really care anyway, since I'm supremely disinterested in the political maneuverings of governments anyway.

It's a plan, then. Well, as much of one as you ever get here in Chicago, anyway.