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Tweak says, "Can YOU feel the love tonight?"

Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-21 23:25:00

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plot: fables

Fables Plot Close
Who: Everyone who wants to participate!
What: The End of the Fables plot. Post your change backs here if you so choose!
Where: Bellum Letale
When: 11:59 PM
Warnings: All sorts?

At 11:59 PM exactly, the building twitched again, shuddering and shaking through time and space, a shift so quick that it was nearly invisible. Stories, fairy tales, and fables began to go back into their boxes, closed off from where they'd bled into reality, into the selves of the tenants. The building righted itself as clock hands shuddered over to a minute to midnight.

Then things began to revert to their normal selves, whether they liked it or not. First the hallways, then the doors, and then the people, one by one. Rich finery spun back into 100% cotton, rage melted into confusion and despair. Only the memories stayed, unchanged by the building's influence. And, despite the fights and and the strangeness and the magic of the day, the memories the day left behind may have been the worst of the aftermath.

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Re: 706, 12:00 am

nightmrholmes
2010-03-28 07:58 am UTC (link)

It took a strong sense of personality to do what Iris did for her profession. In order to be someone else, you had to know yourself; you just had to be able to put yourself away sometimes. The worst parts of Iris' life were when her true self, the secret self, ended up buried so deep she almost couldn't find it when she needed it. This was different--Irene was different. She was Irene, and Irene was her. It was like that secret self just wasn't the same. 'Disoriented' wasn't a strong enough word for that jarring realization.

Eliot made it worse. Iris secretly acknowledged her weakness for the man, she understood that something about the combination of that much intelligence, tenacity, and veracity was both unassailable and irresistible. She had known of Warren Eliot for a long time, and she had known him for years. She'd certainly made his professional life hell where she could, but she knew that it was because she couldn't leave the man alone. This time she had tried to keep him out of it, but.... silly words like fate and destiny flew through her mind.

Her eyes focused on him. She tried to resume her scattered control but had little success. Her hands came up her arms and she brought her knees up to hide her torso. Her skin prickled, and she wished he would touch her again without that revulsion in his eyes. "I... before you did."

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706, 12:00 am

deductively
2010-03-29 10:59 pm UTC (link)

Eliot narrowed his eyes at Iris, almost as much out of habit as due to the situation. He watched her draw into herself, but was not sure whether the vulnerability was real or not. He could not be sure that Iris was as disoriented by the change as he was, and if anyone could manage to put on an act in a span of thirty seconds, it was Iris Thorpe.

"How long have you been out?" He knew the chances of her answering the question truthfully were slim, but if the confusion on her face were genuine, then this might be the only chance he would have at getting an honest response out of her.

Eliot drew a sharp breath as another thought hit him. He dropped back down into the chair he had previously been occupying (which was safely on the opposite end of the table as Iris), and studied the woman silently for a moment.

"Did you-" he hesitated, something fairly rare for him, "did you know about this thing?" The words 'connection between alternate fictional personalities' was still a little too strange for Eliot to say out loud.

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Re: 706, 12:00 am

nightmrholmes
2010-03-30 02:21 am UTC (link)

"I left... They..." she stopped. No, she wasn't going to say it. Not because the defense was automatic, but because her thoughts were too scattered to pull the full phrase. Her eyes snapped up, lightning through gray storm clouds. "Not even I'm that good." She pulled her hand through her hair at her temple in two short jerks and then rolled quickly to her feet from the chair. "I have to go." She looked straight over his head for a moment, contemplating the wall, then her expression became solid, confident, slightly distracted. As if she'd just remembered something in that moment. "Now. But thanks so much for your hospitality." Her tongue flicked out and moved over her lower lip, a little more leisurely than was really necessary. "Yes." Her shoulder twitched once, as if she wanted to move her arms back into their defensive position, but she quelled the urge almost as soon as she noticed it. "Goodnight." And she turned neatly on one heel, long and controlled in the thin clothes, and walked out the door.

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