make amends

[insertusername]

make amends

Remember that terrible shit you did? Time to make it right. Ish.

Top Level with the start of your apology(ies). Public or private. In person or over txt.

Well That Was Awkward ↦ Maybe you’re nervous. Awe struck. Tongue tied. Just a little socially awkward. Whatever. This is going to be bumpy.
Total Catastrophe ↦ You fucked up so hard with this one there might not be any coming back from it.
Not Again ↦ You know this wasn’t the first time. This is kind of your MO.
Sorry Not Sorry ↦ Maybe you’re prideful. Maybe you really aren’t to blame. Either way, this only debatably qualifies as an apology at all.
Wildcard ↦ You know what you did.

Comment to see where their sorry song goes. Maybe it’s an apology you didn’t know you had coming, maybe it’s long overdue, completely unnecessary or anything else. Whether or not you’re feeling forgiving is up to you.

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[manipulatestime]

So what kind of superhero are you?

[horticulturalist]

I'm not. At all. We just get sort of. Lumped into that group by virtue of being weird.

[manipulatestime]

Yeah? How weird?

[horticulturalist]

Well, Jane's made up of sixty-four different people, Cliff's a brain in a robot suit and Rita is... I think the politically correct term is shapeshifter.

[manipulatestime]

Doesn't sound that weird, though my experiences lend to me being more open minded than most.

What's your deal?

[horticulturalist]

Yeah, well. Metabolizing the earth's yellow sun like steroids doesn't sound so out there to me either, but not everyone has roommates like mine.

I'm the radioactive host body for an inter-dimensional alien.

[manipulatestime]

Roommates? Try family.

Ah, inter-dimensional. Haven't tried that yet. How's that working out for you?

[horticulturalist]

Oh. We're all mostly here because there is no family. Which I guess makes us a sort of family. In a... Dickensian kind of way.

Uhm. Not great.
I guess I'm in pretty good shape for a ninety-five year old. But it's been a bit of a bumpy ride.

[manipulatestime]

We're not the norm, either.

You seem spry. Could do worse for ninety-five.

[horticulturalist]

Yeah? I don't know a lot of "super-families"... Would I have heard of you?

Yeah, not sure why, but I seem to be holding up pretty well.
Though I can't help but think, being well built would be more charming if I still had skin.

[manipulatestime]

No idea. We were the Umbrella Academy.

Well built is overrated. Skin, however, is not. Sucks.

[horticulturalist]

Oh. That rings a bell. I guess we're Niles Caulder's little pet projects. Jane calls us Doom Patrol, but I don't think Rita likes it. Also we don't exactly patrol anything so... she was probably just being ironic. What does the Umbrella Academy do? Teach?

It's an important organ if you want to have a social life.

[manipulatestime]

Apparently it teaches you how to become an underdeveloped manchild - or womanchild in the case of my sisters - with the emotional capacity of a two year old. I left when I was thirteen.

Social lives are overrated.

[horticulturalist]

Oh. I hope tuition isn't excessive. I feel like you could learn that on your own.

Was that... a while ago? You still look like you're thirteen.

I guess. If you have somewhere more important to be.

[manipulatestime]

My dad ran it. We paid by being good little experiments.

I'm fifty-eight.

[Sigh.]

[horticulturalist]

What is it with old eccentrics and human experiments? Someone should study that.

There it is. I thought you seemed a little... articulate? For a teenager.

[manipulatestime]

Boredom, corrupted by their own self-perceived power. Take your pick.

I've always been a bit... precocious.

[horticulturalist]

Did your dad work for a horrific shadowy agency too?

What sort of precociousness runs in your family?

[manipulatestime]

I'm not entirely sure how horrific they are, but yeah.

A few of us were a handful. Mostly me.

[horticulturalist]

I wonder if they know each other. I have to imagine the global community of rich mad scientists is fairly small.

Why's that? I mean... what do you do?

[manipulatestime]

He was in a cabal at one time. Maybe they do.

Space time manipulation. Which means I'm here [a blue flash and he's on the man's other side] and then I'm here.