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The Season of the Inundation

"You're free tonight, right?" Simon said. "Because I just got tickets to the Seven Lesser Sins' show!"

"Seven... Lesser Sins?" Megan said, stepping back in the face of Simon's enthusiasm.

"Oh, yeah," he said, rolling his eyes ecstatically. "They were a superhero group years ago -- to make fun of the Seven Deadly Sins, that idiotic supervillain group the Gold Stars used to trash all the time? Well, they gave up the spandex and became the most AWESOME improv comedy troupe. You've GOT to come with me. Believe me when I say that Sweet-tooth is IMMENSELY hot."

Megan leaned against the doorjamb with a disbelieving look on her face. "You're pulling my leg, right?"

"No! Look!" He held up a brochure. Sure enough, there were the Seven Lesser Sins on the cover, with their names in clear italic Garamond type under their feet: Flirtation, Sweet-tooth, Cranky, Moneygrubber, Covetous, Ennui, and Moderately Fond of Himself. There was a magnificent logo and the motto: "For the Power of Parody!" across the top of the whole thing.

"Okay," Megan said. "Okay, it sounds like it could be interesting. I'll..."

The front door of the house burst open and a young woman in a monsoon of tears ran in. She collided heavily with Simon, and they both tumbled to the floor.

It took Megan a few moments to disentangle the pair and get them both on their feet, and by that time, Simon had recognized his inadvertant (and damp) assailant.

"Good grief, Nereid, what's wrong?" he said, taking her by the shoulders.

"Oh, Simon, I've... oh, GOD!" She burst into a torrential downpour of weeping on his chest, and Simon cast a "help me" look at Megan.

Megan sighed. "Bring her in."

Simon walked Nereid in and Megan went to the kitchen to search her barren cabinets. She finally located Zoltan's "Welcome Home!" bottle of vodka and "Midnight Club" shot glasses. When she emerged from the kitchen, Simon was sitting on a loveseat with an arm around Nereid, who was sobbing out her tale in little cloudbursts. The front of his t-shirt was wet.

"He was so nice," Nereid said bitterly. "He cried. He hugged me. And I thought... but then he said he was really flattered. He explained that... that he just isn't attracted to... to organic beings." She buried her face in Simon's shoulder and wailed a last, miserable, "But he thinks of me as one of his best friends!"

Megan grimly wrenched the top off the vodka bottle and poured a shot. Simon took it gratefully, looked tempted to down it himself, and then managed to pry Nereid off his sopping shoulder long enough to get it down her throat. She then had to stop crying for a few minutes, because she was coughing too hard.

Simon sighed and wrung out his shirtfront on the floor. "I'm so sorry, Pacifica. It's... it's really hard when someone tells you something like that."

Megan eyed the situation, thought about tissues, and then fetched one of her brand new Smar-T-Mart towels.

"Thank you," Nereid sniffled, mopping her face with it. "The worst thing is I think everyone knows now."

"If you left crying like that, I'm sure they do," Simon said, dripping obliviously on the upholstery.

"I'm not completely stupid," Nereid snapped. "But Brainchild gave me this really weird look earlier, before..."

Megan rubbed her forehead. "I know that look, I think."

Simon raised an eyebrow.

"Pity," Megan said.

"Oh, god," Nereid said, head in her hands, a freshet of emotion trickling between her fingers. "I'm a robot fag hag."

"Android," Simon said without thinking. Megan reached over and clipped him on the back of the head. He gave her an apologetic look and hugged Nereid as another outpouring loomed on the horizon. "There's nothing wrong with that. Fag haggery is an old and respected tradition."

"I imagine it's not she wants, right now," Megan said, beginning to feel annoyed with Simon and the spreading pool on her floor.

"No," Simon admitted.

"No," Nereid sniffled.

They sat in silence for a long moment.

"Fortunately," Megan said, forcing a smile, "Super Simon is here to save the day. He's going to take you to a show tonight to distract you."

"He is?" Nereid said.

"I am?" Simon said. Then, catching Megan's look, he said, "Why, yes, I am!" He stood up and extended one hand. "Come on, Pacifica. You're about my size. I'll loan you jeans and a shirt. And I'll change clothes, and we'll go out and grab some dinner."

"Really?" Nereid said in a small voice. She glanced at Megan worriedly.

"Really," Megan said. "I'm not free tonight anyway."

After they left, she fetched the rest of her towels, and began mopping up, starting with the slipping hazard in the hallway and working her way to the incipient duck pond in her apartment.

Date: 2012-02-26 07:13 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sepdet
Apt chapter title is apt (and caught my attention, of course). I hadn't quite realized what Nereid's main ability was until this point.

She's such a pathetic character, one really starts rooting for her to grow fangs and a spine. But some people don't!

Date: 2012-05-09 07:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] the_leaky_pen
The best part is Megan isn't even lying when she says she's not free this evening. Now she has to clean up that mess Nereid left in her flat! :D

Something missing, perhaps?

Date: 2016-07-14 02:48 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"There's nothing wrong with that. Fag haggery is an old and respected tradition."

"I imagine it's not she wants, right now,"

Perhaps: I imagine that's not what she wants to hear...?

But something is off woth that sentence.


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