Which is to say that after the calamity settles Rosamund tails Dion to wherever he might be nursing his wounds with a slowly cooling cup of takeout tea.]
Surprisingly, most have left it alone. I suppose they are being considerate. [ Which he finds kind of touching. ]
But alright... I was an actor of supernatural abilities living in Gotham City. I had truly felt as if that were my real life. [ which is the most disorienting part ] After an incident, I ended up in custody where I met and befriended Price Sidon over the course of several months.
[ frowns ]
We were made to clean a horrid lavatory. The abuse of power was staggering.
No. It was... It is as if remembering a dream. At least parts of it. The most recent experiences and the me now, they are the same person.
We had to infiltrate a manor and assassinate the head of the estate to bring an end to the undead that he had unleashed onto the city. It was me who did that.
You unleashed the undead? [Perhaps she is getting too invested in the fantasy.] Wait, so you were fighting each other?
[If so, good lord. Her eyes flick to his arm and her heart quickens.]
So perhaps you only truly lived a few hours of it. Or...I don't know. The kind of magic that allows that to happen is always tricky to contend with. Keeping what is and isn't you sorted out becomes harder, once you have enough memories of both.
Ah- no. I mean I feel as though it was me who went on the mission, not some other version of me.
But you are right. I am familiar with magic but... nothing of this nature. I wonder what explanation there is. If there is. Or if it is simply for the sake of toying with us.
[ he looks a little frustrated at that, lips pressing into a frown. ]
[She nods slowly, somewhat appeased. It still sounds like a wretched ordeal.]
And what happened to your arm?
[Maybe the details are sensitive but she has to ask.]
I can't imagine why they would ask you to do any of this. Maybe it was a test? [But what an effort to put it together.] Were you asked to leave anything behind? Something important of yours? A memory, or a wish...
... It is as you said. I think I left part of myself behind. [ for a second, he looks stricken ] But that was a facet of my ability, not something asked of each of us.
As far as I know, we were not asked to sacrifice anything. But nor did we gain anything.
Your ability? [Now that's interesting. Rosamund leans a touch closer, searching his expression for clues.] Do you mean there was some spell or magical gift you could use while in there?
[What she wouldn't give to have her full arsenal back, meagre as it was.]
Lucien showed me a little green card. It was supposed to give you permanent residency?
That is right. I was not a citizen of the United States of America, but desired to be. However, my imprisonment had made it certain that I never could be, and so I, alongside the others, were told that if we complied we would be granted green cards.
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WEEK 1: Thursday
Which is to say that after the calamity settles Rosamund tails Dion to wherever he might be nursing his wounds with a slowly cooling cup of takeout tea.]
Your Highness?
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he is being cozy in the rec room ]
Princess Rosamund. [ gives her a nod ] We gave you quite a fright it seems.
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[Oh cozy times, she will happily take a seat next to him. Well not happily, glancing so innocently at his hyucked up arm.]
So, um. Scale of one to ten, how sick are you of explaining what happened to you all?
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Not tired at all. Though it is difficult to put into words, as I'm sure you've gathered from the others.
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[Still she returns the smile, folding her hands expectantly on her lap.]
If you wouldn't mind, though? I've seen a crazy thing or two in my lifetime, I can take it.
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But alright... I was an actor of supernatural abilities living in Gotham City. I had truly felt as if that were my real life. [ which is the most disorienting part ] After an incident, I ended up in custody where I met and befriended Price Sidon over the course of several months.
[ frowns ]
We were made to clean a horrid lavatory. The abuse of power was staggering.
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[She listens, rapt, and a touch confused. Months? How could you return from that and come to know your old self again the second you're on board?]
Ah...well, I suppose it's just being practical, to have the detainees clean?
[Even if that seems unfair. Could it be? Is the dungeon industrial complex bad?
No. It is the peasants who are wrong.]
And what about now? Do you still feel a little bit like this other you's in there?
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No. It was... It is as if remembering a dream. At least parts of it. The most recent experiences and the me now, they are the same person.
We had to infiltrate a manor and assassinate the head of the estate to bring an end to the undead that he had unleashed onto the city. It was me who did that.
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[If so, good lord. Her eyes flick to his arm and her heart quickens.]
So perhaps you only truly lived a few hours of it. Or...I don't know. The kind of magic that allows that to happen is always tricky to contend with. Keeping what is and isn't you sorted out becomes harder, once you have enough memories of both.
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But you are right. I am familiar with magic but... nothing of this nature. I wonder what explanation there is. If there is. Or if it is simply for the sake of toying with us.
[ he looks a little frustrated at that, lips pressing into a frown. ]
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And what happened to your arm?
[Maybe the details are sensitive but she has to ask.]
I can't imagine why they would ask you to do any of this. Maybe it was a test? [But what an effort to put it together.] Were you asked to leave anything behind? Something important of yours? A memory, or a wish...
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As far as I know, we were not asked to sacrifice anything. But nor did we gain anything.
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[What she wouldn't give to have her full arsenal back, meagre as it was.]
Lucien showed me a little green card. It was supposed to give you permanent residency?
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That is right. I was not a citizen of the United States of America, but desired to be. However, my imprisonment had made it certain that I never could be, and so I, alongside the others, were told that if we complied we would be granted green cards.
It seems they help up their end of the bargain.
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[what was the POINT????
Rosamund sighs, toying with a stray curl.]
At any rate, I'm so glad you're all back and feeling like yourselves again. Imagine if you had to be called Boops forever.
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[Sorry she will demonstrate. She touches Dion's nose.]
Boop!
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he just goes cross-eyed... ]
... I was unaware of this custom. Is it pleasing to the animals?
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If you're already good friends with them, yes.
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[ he will boop ]
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Well that can change at any time. I never used to have any, but suddenly I wound up with several all at once!
[Miss u swarm, miss u PIB]
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That does not surprise me, Princess Rosamund. You have a temperament that would set any manner of beast at ease.