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Comfort In; Dump Out

Who: Stacia and Dan
What: Giving and receiving emotional support while grappling with trauma.
Where: Dan's room at the Pole
When: Not too long after Halloween, specifically after Dan and Stacia's encounters with Elle.
Warnings/Notes: Discussion of trauma and dismemberment

Stacia's nerves are jangling like a box of silverware being thrown down a flight of stairs. She keeps grinding her teeth and flexing her fingers and she wants to bite something over and over again until it stops moving. She's broken into a sprint several times, in her shoes, in her bare feet, and with paws; but none of those have helped her shake this feeling. Though to be fair, she hadn't expected it to help. She'd tried to run from the trauma when it happened and she hadn't been able to do it then either. Because she hadn't had -- no, shut up, shut up, shut up! Brain! Shut up!

Yeah, this isn't something she's going to be able to shake on her own. She's not a creature who finds comfort in being solitary. This situation calls for cuddles.

It doesn't take her long to reach Dan's room after she's reached that conclusion. She hopes he's awake, and not engaged in any canoodling. She'd feel bad for waking him up, or cock-blocking him.

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"Yeah, learning to cheat at cards was on my to-do list, but I got distracted by being abducted into other realities," Stacia says, with a wry smile to acknowledge how completely bizarre her life is that she can even say that.

"I think Nicky and Mila threw a lot of games for me when I was little, too," she says, picking up that nugget of information about Dan and squirreling it away for later reference. Not that it's particularly surprising, given what she knows about him, but she also knows that he doesn't usually talk about his family at all. So it counts as a treasure and she's keeping it. "They were a lot older than me, so any games that I would have been able to play would have been really easy for them. And even as competitive as I am, it's not really fun to win things unless there's a chance you could lose, you know?"

She flips a ten of clubs over into the pile.

He doesn't comment on the other realities. After all, this is the third other dimension he's been unceremoniously tugged to. He doesn't want to think about it too much, because it feels like tenuous luck, not certainty, that he keeps ending up with the same people he cares for. He's worried every day about waking up in a new place without them, without these bonds he's made, with only the people-shaped holes in his heart left.

"You got to have the appearance of stakes, if nothing else. But when I play with younger folks my stakes are whether they're enjoying themselves, not whether I'm winning."

Dan flips another card onto the pile as he talks, a four of clubs. He already knows where his seven of diamonds is, having sneaked a look at the edge of the card while he was shuffling, and he floats it up to the top of his deck with an subtle and lightning-fast cut of the deck, and so when his turn comes around again he's able to slap and take the pile almost as soon as he plays it.

"Did you catch how I did that?"

" 'Is everyone having fun' is also the stakes when I'm teaching people how to do their eyeliner," Stacia says dryly, before she yips and tries to slap down on the seven. Dan beats her to it though, and she grins at his question.

"No, I did not," she says. "I was caught up in the conversation. Show me again."

"I could use some pointers. I only use eyeliner once in a blue moon." He laughs. He does doll up for work sometimes, when he's performing either as a stripper or a bar pianist or just when he wants to hit a gay bar and have a little extra sparkle.

"Alright, I did three things here. First, I cheated my cards when I shuffled so I could scan for the next card I wanted." He shows her how he shuffled, then slows it down so she can see how he peeked. "Then I floated it to the top."

He cuts the deck and holds it out to her.

"Pick a card, any card."

"I'd be happy to give you tips, but mostly it's one of those skills you have to practice on the reg," Stacia says. "Otherwise you poke yourself in the eyeball and that's never a flattering look."

She watches avidly as he shows her the shuffling trick, then selects a card, trying to cheat a peek at it the same way he just showed her.

"Well, then all the more reason for you to teach me. The last time someone did me any makeup tricks they were putting me in drag."

He watches her attempt to recreate his trick.

"Almost. I caught you doing that." He winks. "It's rough when you're talking to folks, because most folks want to keep eye contact. You got to choose the right moment in the conversation where they naturally break eye contact to take a peek by following when their gaze starts to drift. You're going to be lethal at this once you get the hang of it."

"Ha! I bet you rocked the drag look." It's hard to imagine a look Dan couldn't rock if he put his mind to it. "But it's not like you've got to twist my arm to get me to show you how to do makeup. I'd be happy to show you what I know."

She preens under his praise, though she doesn't let it distract her from the actual advice. Praise is nice, advice is useful (and, when adequately applied, results in More Praise).

"Okay, yeah, I follow that," she says. "I'll have to remember not to get competitive-brained and stare a hole through their eyeballs while I'm waiting for them to look away."

Her smile softens a bit. "Thanks Dan, this has really helped. I feel a lot better."

"Nah, I was busted as hell. But all the queens were jealous that I fit women's shoes." Dan's small frame lended itself well to the female illusion. "My name was Elle Eterette, because I thought it'd be funny to make fun of myself."

If he does it first, it stings less when others do it. Time-honored technique for the inadequate.

He smiles back, accepting her gratitude without words before going: "well, what's stopping you? Go get some eyeliner."

"That's fair," Stacia agrees. "I can't imagine how much of a pain it is to find cute shoes in non-standard sizes." She can still technically shop in the kids' section for shoes if she wants whimsical flats.

She flashes him a grin and hops off of the bed. "Be right back!" she calls over her shoulder as she dashes off to collect her box-of-makeup-for-other-people.

"My drag mother was a size twelve in men's. She basically had to cobble shoes together herself, but thankfully that was one of the many skills I got, so I helped out a little."

Dan waits for her patiently, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, sitting on the bed with his chin turned up expectantly so Stacia can work some magic.

Stacia returns, dropping the box on the bed next to Dan, just barely slowing down enough that she doesn't send its contents scattering.

"So, there's several different ways to do eyeliner," she begins. "I'm going to start you off on the one I think is the hardest to mess up, which is eye shadow as liner." She reaches into the box and pulls out an eye shadow palette and the Brush Containment Case, which is zippered and bright pink with a black damask pattern. "You can do this with the sponge-tip applicator that comes with a lot of eye makeup palettes, but I prefer brushes because I don't trust sponges near my eyes long-term. Sponges are harder to clean, and I've never heard of an eye-infection that makes you look cute or cool."

She gestures with the brush case for emphasis. If Dan boogers up his eyes using the skills she taught him, she will be sad at him. Don't even try her, Sagittarius. She then drops the case and flicks open the palette, revealing an array of jewel tone colors.

"Now the basic starting points for this sort of thing are black or brown, but we're doing this for art and fun reasons. Pick a color, any color!"

"Noted. I ain't got enough money to deal with an eye infection. I'll be prudent."

He grins enough to show that missing tooth. He isn't broke anymore. Bunny finds him veins of gold and rare orchids to fence, and now Dan has some deeply underutilized health insurance. He doesn't want to start seeing healthcare providers regularly, and having grown up without ever setting foot in a clinic, hospital or doctor's office, he really has no idea what sort of benefits they could offer him, so he doesn't go. He doesn't even really consider it.

"These two." He points to a hot pink and a cherry red, figuring that they'll contrast with his blue eyes and that Stacia will find a way to work those warm colors without making it look like he's got a rash.

"An exciting choice!" Stacia says, rewarding him with a warm smile. She takes a moment to stop and really look at the anatomy of Dan's face and eyes. He doesn't have a lot of visual real estate on his upper lids when his eyes are open, but that's not a problem for this technique. Noted for later, when or if they get into eye-shadow-as-shadow and liquid liners.

"We're going to start with your upper lid, so go ahead and pick one of those two colors." She'd recommend the red, but this isn't about the colors right now, it's about the technique. "For this, you're going to need either a flat angled brush--" she pulls one out of her kit, "--or just a regular flat detail brush. Most people recommend the angle, I personally use the flat detail brush; it's really just a matter of taste."

She holds the two brushes out for him to pick one.

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