<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the bar<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 9th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>-<span class="bbc_u">Bridgette (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg)</span>-<span class="bbc_u">Bridge (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg)</span>-<br/><strong>Content:</strong>showing her changes, being transparent and fun. She is slightly drunk, but this is only slightly exagerated. She talks alot.<br/><hr/>It was nice to hear his voice, and Bridgette responded quickly as he sat down, she was still holding the bottle of wine, setting it down as she spoke,<strong>“Oh, yes?!” </strong>She was excited to hear that he would be teaching,<strong>“I was only teasing. It is exciting to ‘ere zhet you will be teaching.” </strong>The wine was of the highest quality of course. When the two of them were together she enjoyed expensive cigarettes, and expensive wine. That hadn’t changed, but she did smoke and drink much less.<br/><br/><strong>“And Yes, I am still ‘anging ‘ere.”</strong>Her eyes rolled. Bridgette had a way of expressing herself naturally. When she was upset about something, it came out, and it came out quickly. But it was always bittersweet. She was an accepting person, so her ability to shrug of miscommunications and conflicts was rather exceptional.<strong> “I am… Chicken.” </strong>She smiled at him,<strong>“The professor made us a helmet to wear, and I learned to fly, which is fun. But, I like it inside, it is safer.”</strong>That was an important thing for Bridgette, her frailty was real. She was a delicate instrument.<strong>“I zhink dey aherh ti-ehd of me, zhough” </strong>The sentence had almost been unintelligible, being around Conner was bringing out those old habits quickly.<strong> “Joking.” </strong>Her shoulders shrugged and she puckered her lips,<strong>“I have grown up. A lot. You noticed?” </strong>Her arms spread to her sides, the glass of wine now in her left paw. Her fancy top shimmered in the light. Most of her long legs were dancing freely in the open air.<strong>“No fezzers,</strong>(feathers)<strong>”</strong>She counted mentally as she retained her normal posture.<br/><br/><strong>“I have no zombie face, no beak.”</strong>She was very proud. It was too easy to talk to Conner, she’d forgotten how easy it was. And it was even easier now that the two of them had aged, and they actually had something to talk about.<br/><br/>There was a level of comfort that each copy of Bridgette slipped into quickly. Conner had always had a calming effect on her. But, she’d forgotten how it felt. She remembered it, but not nearly as vividly as she thought she had. It was nice. Beta sipped happily at wine, watching the two of them as Bridgette carried on the conversation.<br/><br/><strong>“Yeszah food is betteh.” </strong>She could barely remember how horrible it used to be. And she’d been getting wonderful ingredients to cook for herself at home.<em> ‘I should cook for some one soon, maybe Connehrh?’</em>even in her mind, it was too french to be correct.<strong>“I also ‘ave a kitchen in my room.” </strong>Her eyebrows shot up, she knew exactly what she’d implied. But she hadn’t meant to.<strong>“I’ve learned to cook.” </strong>She was full of fun new facts and qualities.<br/><br/>This talkative Bridgette, and the quiet Bridge was new, she used to behave differently. She had many different routines, conversational scripts that she would put people through, little tests. Her conversations were one part intimidation and one part fear tactics. Now, she seemed to have two different personalities. Somehow, that seemed much more stable. Beta liked the quiet when they were together. She was observant, more of a camera than a person. But she could turn on easily, and be just as much as Bridgette as Bridgette was.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Bridgette was constantly engaged, she was as excitable as she used to be. But she was more keen, more honest, less scary by an unmeasurable standard. Either she was suppressing her ability to scare people, or she’d spent nine years getting rid of it. It was impossible to tell. During times like this, she’d found everything to be far more exciting when everything was real. So she concentrated on turning her power off completely. Beta had hers on very high, listening to the music that Conner made, happily lounging with her wine and the conversation. The modest of the two Bridges intentionally turned her own ‘broadcast’ down, trying not to distract Conner from the more vocal twin.<br/><br/><strong>“You know it is odd to be ‘ere now. I am not here often.”</strong>She was referring to the bar.<strong>“And for you just strolling in.” </strong>Her non sequitur required no response, it was obvious in her tone, she dismissed it on her own with a small shake of the head and a shrug of her shoulders.<br/><br/>Beta broke her silence to laugh at that. And then she wiggled her way back into her lip biting observational mode.<br/><br/>Then Conner opened up the floor for Bridgette to go anywhere she wanted to go,<strong>“What ‘ave I been up to zah past nine yeahrs, oui!”</strong>Bridgette loved to gesture, her head came to her hair naturally, and she feigned distress,<strong>“Where to begin….” </strong>She exhaled through pursed lips.<strong>“Charles is making use of me.”</strong>Her voice was serious, as she started to go over the important things.<strong> “I’ve been in zah field a few times. I am not much use, but I can fly. And I can control my power much more. Empathy is powerful.”</strong>Empathy came out cleanly, she’d practiced saying it properly, it sounded silly if she wasn’t being careful,<strong>“I teach ‘ere too!” </strong>She’d almost forgot that part,<strong>“Français Mostly, psychology as well zough. A lot actually. A lot of psychology. I was fascinated, I still am.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I am running razzeh experimental classes. While ozzehs are covering basic psychology, I do as well, but I do it differently. I am trying to teach important things. Love, Growf, development, being mentally healthy. I am not good with zeh hard scientific stuff.”</strong>Her hands were busy when she talked. She had adopted a lot of new gestures over the last decade, but there were just as many that were very old. One of them looked like she was mixing a big bowl in front of her. There was one with her two palms facing in front of her, and shaking, or moving together in a straight line. She had been waving at the air for years when she wanted to dismiss something, that hand through the hair was classic. And she had always loved counting on her fingers. She found fun things to do with a wine glass since she’d started drinking.<br/><br/><strong>“I still cannot believe you are ‘ere!”</strong>Bridgette didn’t know what else to say, Beta could tell.<br/><br/>The other Bridgette still hadn’t said one word since the conversation really started, but her wine was gone. Bridge cleared her throat then and raised her hand like a student. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown than it had been.<strong>“Connehrh, you look handsome.”</strong>She smiled for a moment, and then explained herself. Bridgette was glowing on the other side of Conner. Beta continued,<strong>“I was in such shock, I forgot to mention it. You look fantastic.” </strong>Beta was the perfect ‘winggirl’, she could even have wings if she needed to drive the point home. It was unclear if Beta was talking about herself, of both of herselves when she said ‘I forgot to mention it.’ But it worked in any case. Bridges was like that still, sometimes, ambiguous and unclear.