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It's no trouble keeping up with the hurrying Fox, and it eases the need to control herself a little. Or- more precisely, shifts the focus from controlling speed to managing fluidity. "Oh, I'm not cocky. I'm an arrogant fucking cunt. I'd like to think I've rather earned that distinction, but it doesn't make it less accurate!" | It's no trouble keeping up with the hurrying Fox, and it eases the need to control herself a little. Or- more precisely, shifts the focus from controlling speed to managing fluidity. "Oh, I'm not cocky. I'm an arrogant fucking cunt. I'd like to think I've rather earned that distinction, but it doesn't make it less accurate!" | ||
"Feelings are just like... air and water. They just exist. You only get to control your reaction to them." Fox walks backwards toward the food carts, and spreads her hands out. "Pick your poison. My partners are rich as shit, so I can pay for whatever you pick." | |||
She heads up the line, right for a place called Pure Pita. "Oh, they're genderfluid, and they just came out, so don't worry too much about it!" | |||
Laughter peals out from Fox - her teeth are so sharp, and she laughs recklessly, joyfully. "At least you own it!" | |||
"I suppose my question was like asking "is it easier to fill a cup from a stream or put together a model", then, wasn't it?" Johnnie muses to herself, watching Fox amble backwards. "And I appreciate the offer, but I'm not much for accepting handouts. If, however, you were to order too much food, I might steal a bite or two, though." | |||
"Ah! Fancy that, I'm rather the same myself. Feel a bit different day to day, but on the plus side, as far as I'm concerned, it's also impossible to use the "wrong" pronouns. Maybe an early one or a late one but not "wrong!" I like to be accomodating~" She does not, notably, imply that Diamond is at all off base having a preference for neutral pronouns. Apparently she's just discussing herself! | |||
As Fox's teeth are sharp, Johnnie's smile is, as well, and too broad. "I try to be. If I wasn't, my significants would rather quickly set me to rights, as they always have." She had other things to say, but with the stall attendant right there- she could wait a minute. | |||
"That's a good analogy!" Fox trots out ahead of Johnnie, and asks, "if I did share or let you steal, do you have any food restrictions or allergies?" Not that allergies are a problem for Life Masters, but that's not something they've discussed yet! | |||
"Yeah, you can actually use any pronouns for me. I used 'it' primarily for a long time, when I was coming to terms with my own self, but it does tend to hurt other trans people's feelings, so because I don't actually have a preference... " She shrugs lazily and comes to a stop. | |||
"I mean, there's things my mother would have told me I'm not supposed to eat, but I haven't worried about that in ages. Don't see much reason to start now," Johnnie admitted. "So no, I should be able to eat anything they're selling." | |||
"It- interesting choice. I can see how it might feel dehumanizing to other folx, but you're not identifying them, you're identifying yourself. And heck, if I'm honest, there's times "it" feels most accurate. Rare, but they exist." And they involve being piles of leaves, which she isn't going to start discussing just now. | |||
They smile lopsidedly at Johnnie. "Ain't that the truth," she laughs, and then turns to order. | |||
Fox gets a LOT of food: falafel, spanakopita, dolmas, and then three schwarma bowls - chicken, lamb, and goat. She holds out a metal credit card to pay for it. Sharp eyes might even see that the name on it is a man's name! | |||
"Well, what it comes down to for me is that it doesn't bother me to not primarily use it anymore, and I think about the tribe as much as I do about myself. So it's ... just... " A shrug. And then there's food done, and she picks up the stack of containers and squints. "I got a building I hang out at near here, unless you've got a preference." | |||
Johnnie's eyes are VERY sharp, and she's VERY bad at NOT noticing things! Whatever name could THAT be? Probably a fake one because Vasily is a very, very careful person, but perhaps less so on fancy credit cards for beloveds! Whatever that name is, it's noted, and will not result in a Soviet kill squad hunting him down because Johnnie does not research such things on the grid. | |||
"Building is fine. And I suppose from my perspective, it's rather selfish of another tribe member to take issue with what you call yourself. You're not advocating another use the term, and at worst, I feel- just me, and I don't pretend to be an expert, just a person- I feel that at worst it could be called reclaiming a harmful term. But I do also see the benefit in accommodating them, especially at low cost to yourself. So I suppose in the end it's a bit immature of those you're accommodating to need accommodation in how you identify yourself- but quite mature of you to take care of them anyway." She glances discretely at Fox, ready to follow their lead. "Does that about scan?" | |||
Oh it's definitely a fake name, but it's a man's name, and Russian. One of his many alternate identities, to be sure. Fox tucks the card away before picking up the food and carries away! | |||
"Oh but see no one ever openly took issue. I was upsetting people and I could see and understand that, so I made the choice to look after my tribe rather than to hang on to something that I didn't really have strong feelings about. If someone wanted to tell me that pigeons are bad and useless, for example, then I'd argue about it." | |||
"It does scan, but I think you misunderstand the situation, and anyway it's okay to disagree." And Fox leads the way up one street and down another. | |||
"Hrm." Johnnie ponders that quietly as they walk, traipsing after Fox. "You're certainly right that I seemed to misunderstand. I do like that second description- in that one, there's still hurt feelings, but the decisions to react to them are internalized, certainly more responsible, and your opting to take care of them is even more- augh, there's a word, but I can't remember it. It just means well meaning anyhow. That makes sense and I don't really see anyone at fault and you did a good thing. Though now I'm curious what pigeons are good for- not because I disagree but because I don't know." | |||
As they move, Johnnie's sifting a constant stream of information. Footsteps, devices, loud appliances, cranky children, noisy animals, all of it flowing through her, cataloged, dismissed. Part of the ease of that distanced attitude- she's well and truly distracted, always. | |||
"Pigeons were pets," Fox wails, truly saddened. "They were like... like cats and dogs! We bred them to be fancy and pretty, to do tasks for us, to ... entertain us, and when the fad for them as pets faded, people just... abandoned them!" Her voice goes higher and thinner and cracks a little as she crouches by a fence and shimmies her way through a section where it's not fastened to the pole. | |||
"And now we treat them like garbage while they starve and struggle in the city. They're no different from abandoned cats forming feral colonies." Past the fence is an abandoned apartment building, 3 stories tall. | |||
Vorpal and melts through the hole in the fence like it's an open barn door, nodding along. "Really? Thats sad. Maybe I should adopt some pigeons. I see what you mean. Its not their fault they got transplanted and abandoned. They're doing the best they can, huh?" | |||
She leads the way through the small area around the building, through an unlocked door, and up some concrete stairs with steel caps. "I have been setting up pigeon lofts all over the city and making sure they get good food. Poor babies can't survive on what we think they can. They're birds!" | |||
Sorry, Vorpal. You've gotten a Fox started on the plight of urban animals. | |||
"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with what most think they need, or what being a bird means for nutrition. Can you explain a touch more? I wouldn't mind keeping an eye on the pigeon lofts- I'm usually moving across the rooftops anyhow, so it wouldn't be particularly inconvenient." Johnnie decided she didn't mind following Fox around. There were benefits. Useful information, for one. | |||
The view wasn't half bad, either. | |||
She clambers up to the rooftop and sits down. Fox hasn't been up here with someone since the last time she hung out here with Lux, and she sits down and starts setting out the containers of food and opening them. | |||
While she got a lot of food, the amount of activity Fox gets up to? It burns a lot of calories, so she digs right in to the dolmas and spanakopita. Chomp. | |||
"Pigeons and doves -- that's the same word in Hebrew, did you know that? -- eat a variety of grains, seeds, greens, berries, fruits, and will occasionally eat insects, snails and earthworms in the wild." | |||
Beat. "Why do you move across rooftops?" | |||
Johnnie's keyed in to the lesson, nodding along and absorbing what she can. " I didn't know they were predators. Or- well, omnivores?" She tries to correct. "Yeah, they're not much made to scavenge through trash or munch bread crumbs. That's empty calories for sure." Johnnie beelines to move the falafels onto a napkin, then helps herself using the container to sample the shawarma bowls. "I did, actually. Every time I heard about Noah as a kid, someone joked about pigeons." She takes a bite and offers, "I'm from New York, so they were everywhere." | |||
"Oh. I don't really blend in well. Same reason you don't go trading shapes in the middle of the street, I imagine," she explains, taking a bite of lamb and making a positive noise before taking a second. "-but it's harder for me to avoid being noticed. I could focus- and sometimes do- on keeping my movements less perfect, or on emoting properly, or on pretending not to notice everything going on around me, but it's asking a lot to do all three at once, and wherever I slip up, I start to draw attention fast. It's... doable, if I'm not talking or interacting with anyone, since I can focus on making mistakes when I move instead, but if there's a conversation..." She shrugs. It's pretty damn evident right now. She's not just alert, not just reserved. There's Something Off. Fox knows, she's seen- and had- her capabilities accelerated, but this isn't a magical effect... it's just Johnnie's natural state. | |||
"So. Rooftops." | |||
"Omnivores!" Chomp chomp. Fox stuffs another dolmas into her toothy maw. "I suppose to the bugs they're predators, though." She wiggles her bare toes and looks off thoughtfully across the city. "But people, yeah, feed them bread crumbs and pizza crusts. Imagine trying to live on that! No protein, or not enough, not enough roughage... it ruins their brains, their muscles... " A heavy sigh. As if proving a point, she picks up a container with schwarma and grabs a fork to dig into the lamb. | |||
Her eyes glitter, and Fox's attention shifts, a curious expression slipping across her face when Vorpal replies that she does know that bit about Hebrew. The hey wait are you Jewish? is writ large across her face: Fox isn't subtle. | |||
She listens solemnly, as Vorpal explains, and then slowly nods as she continues to fork food into her mouth. "Same reason I try not to smile in public, I guess," she answers with a mild frown. "Makes sense." | |||
Vorpal nods, pleased to have kenned that correctly. "No, I'd rather not imagine, but point taken," she allows, taking another bite and pausing at that glittering, implicit question. | |||
Another minute quirk to her lips. "Drexel. Johnnie Drexel. Like I said- lots of things my mother- and rabbi, I suppose- would have told me not to eat. Not that you picked any, I don't think, though considering the region of origin?" Not exactly surprising! | |||
"It's a shame. You've a lovely smile. It's not the predators that show their teeth you need to worry about anyway. It's the ones that don't, in my opinion." | |||
"Oh I try to stick to what's least objectionable when I'm eating with new friends. These options work well for lots of people. Some options are vegan, all of these are halal and kosher..." A vague shrug. She continues to eat her way through her schwarma bowl. | |||
Her green-gold eyes glitter sharply, delighted. "There's a near-minyan of us in town. You should join us for lighting candles tomorrow at sundown." Chomp. And then Johnnie is complimenting her smile, which brings it back out again, a broad, bright thing that wrinkles up Fox's nose and sends a brief blush across her cheeks. "My primary partner is really focused on security for our people so... I have to be careful. But I do like to smile." | |||
"Hmm. So you share more with the fox than just the taste in dental hardward. That's quite considerate of you," Johnnie asserted, confirming what Fox already knew- she was quite the clever girl! | |||
"Ah, the elusive double digits. I could, if you like. Are the rest all as interesting as you?" Translation- you do remember I don't play well with normies, yes? "If so, I could do. It's important to us as well, and with that faction about to take their turn in charge- I'd rather not be On Their List. Best not to be the problem child. Where would I be meeting you, if I come?" | |||
She looks puzzled, then. "What else are you saying that I share with my siblings?" A slow blink, there, and she sets her food aside for a second. | |||
"There are more Jews in Philadelphia than ten!" Fox laughs there, throwing back her head and letting out one of those truly unrestrained laughs if hers. "I meant that there are ten of us who are Jews. A few like me, a few like you, I think there's even a vampire in there. I think we're meeting at Shir Tikvah in one of the side rooms, I can text you once I'm sure? Rabbi Aaron Cohen - he was on Ninja Warrior? - is the one keeping us all moving forward." | |||
"Cleverness, sweetling," Johnnie offers gently. Then she's left to roll her eyes, a deliberate expression of "well of course". "I didn't want to assume, that's how mistakes get made," she pleaded, though she couldn't argue that it did make sense as presented- what else would Fox have meant? She pauses at the mention of the vampire, weighing the idea for a moment before shrugging faintly. "I suppose that's not such a problem. One of my significants is- ill disposed towards their sort, but if they haven't been pissing you off, I suppose it's unlikely they'll make a nuisance of themselves. It should be fine." She took a few more bites, thinking to herself. "Yeah, a text is fine. And I know him- or. Of? I was at the protest where he... ah. Made his more percussive opinions on police brutality known." | |||
AKA beat the shit out of cops, which doesn't at all seem to bother Johnnie! | |||
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