AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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[guestservices]

Somewhat. Mondays are usually rather busy because everyone has a new complaint about something or other. [it's. kind of a joke, but also.]

Shall I assume we're dining in then?

[evocationary]

Yeah. You have anywhere you want to go in particular? Otherwise we can just, you know. Sit on the floor and eat.

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Of course you would suggest the floor. [lup.] If you'd like, we can take our meal out into the courtyard. There is seating there.

[evocationary]

What! The floor is great!

[squawks!! but anyway]

Sure. Courtyard is fine. Let's go, then.

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[the floor is lava. but anyway, they will pick up some of the food! and begin making their way to the courtyard.]

Early start to your morning then? [this is a lot.]

[evocationary]

Oh, yeah. I couldn't sleep, and then Lepus slam dunked me into choice hell, and then I was jittery, so - now, pancakes! Tadaaa.

[guestservices]

Tada. [they do appreciate breakfast? so they pick a table, setting everything out and then kind of just collapsing themselves in a chair to eyeball the food as if debating where to start.]

I suppose it's too much to ask if it's getting easier to pick.

[evocationary]

It is not, actually. It's getting harder. One, the whole randomization thing is really killer, because I can't rely on thinking anybody will have murder hands and kill someone specifically because of a grudge.

And two, the longer I'm here, the more I care about people.

So it's just... guessing. And hoping I don't fuck up.

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Everything functions differently than it did at your station, then. Where people killed just because they could. [...sigh.] Caring about people is a burden, but it's one we must carry lest we become shadows ourselves.

...you've been doing alright so far. Don't lose your focus.

[evocationary]

Trust me, I know. It's been a fuckin' adjustment.

[but.] Thanks. I'm okay, this week. I get to tell someone that I'm doing this, so... it feels a little lighter.

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[well. lup's talking but gemini is eating food because it's here? and it's breakfast time.]

I had to outline differences for Jason before. It doesn't surprise me there are a few of you who are struggling with the learning curve. [but they seem to perk up a bit at that.] A confidant? Someone that can at least help carry the weight.

[evocationary]

[it's fine, she's not eating! c:]

Hah. No, yeah! Uh, Jason is so out of his element here it's not even funny. [but anyway.] Definitely. I have to decide still, but... it'll probably be Harrow.

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[lup your food.]

...Miss Nonagesimus is a good choice, considering what you've mentioned of her. You trust her then?

[evocationary]

Oh, absolutely. Smartest girl I know besides me. [ear flick.] I thought about Cloud, but... I don't want him to know I saved him, and uh. Jason's hardheaded.

And I love Mollymauk to death, I do! But I think Harrow might stab me herself if she gets shafted any further. She already was ready to dunk me in the toilet when I told her I got an extra ticket.

[guestservices]

I don't suppose I'd blame you. Better to have as an ally than someone who may pose as a threat due to pettiness later. [but it sounds slightly more amused, like they don't think harrow would actually do that.]

...I hope she will be of help to you then.

[evocationary]

[a little laugh.] True!

... I hope so too. I know she will, actually. [a beat.] How's your food?

[guestservices]

Then I've no doubts in that choice. [food...]

It's delicious as always. Probably better than I could manage myself. Thank you again.

[evocationary]

Sure thing.

[anyway i did actually change my mind because i made her sad in vulpecula's thread and i had to fix it. surprise stardust!]

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[WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS STARDUST, ACTUALLY. there's a surprised sort of sputter, and suddenly there's a memory and gemini goes still as this plays out.

when the dust settles, they seem to be staring at lup from under their veil. they're still, not quite moving but just...kind of processing that.]

...Taako. [...] You really are similar in so many ways.

[evocationary]

[taako.

there's a pause, and then:]

... He did remember me. [she says, absently. and then, like she's realized they said something:] Um, yeah. Well, duh, we're twins.

[guestservices]

Of course he would remember. He's your heart, isn't he? [...] And a bond like that doesn't seem so easy to erase. Twins aside, I'm sure there are plenty of siblings that aren't as alike.

[evocationary]

True. I guess Mavis and Mookie are nothing alike. [a beat.] Uh - my friend's kids.

... Taako is my heart, you're right. [she tucks her hair behind her ear.] I miss him.

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Mm. [that seems to be all they comment on regarding the first part. they're sitting still in their chair, still watching her for a moment as if debating what to ask, because...]

...you'll save him. You did the first time, didn't you? [a beat.] But that...wasn't from the station. Was it?

[evocationary]

No. It wasn't, which is absolutely buckwild. Why am I getting memories from another me?

[no comment on whether or not she'll save him, because she doesn't want to work herself up with it.]

[guestservices]

Why are you asking me? I've no idea how this works. The whole thing is...erm. Preposterous, to say the least.

[so yeah, it is buckwild.]

Has...this been happening all morning?