Alicia Spinnet (aliciabspinnet) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-01-31 17:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *maxi, *natasha, alicia spinnet, mordecai roberts |
alicia spinnet + MORDECAI roberts
20, december 2016
cava wine bar
pg
Complete |
It was good that the field magic team was growing and Alicia was excited that Angelina had joined them. It was weird having Ange younger but that didn’t stop her from feeling as though everything was going to be okay now that the three of them were together. Even with the positive feeling of Katie and Angelina being around, Alicia had started to remember things from her timeline that just didn’t fully make sense. “Hey there Mordy,” Alicia said from where she sat at the bar at Cava. She was relaxing with a glass of wine. Alicia didn’t actually know if Mordecai was okay with the nickname she’d given him after he along with the others in England had saved them in Narnia. “Escaping the depths of Atlantis? Or just popping in for a drink? Or trying to avoid the endless singing?” Alicia asked in a friendly tone although it was probably clear to anyone that she had something on her mind. “I wouldn’t say escaping,” Mordecai replied. He didn’t comment on the nickname. ‘Mordy’ might be a trifle undignified, but he’d taken worse blows to his pride in the past. Besides, if a lady chose to bestow a pet name on a gentleman, he really had no cause for complaint. “A drink, though - I’ve never actually tried the Blue Bubbles everyone talks about. I’m curious.” He smiled and raised an eyebrow. “And where are you this evening? Somehow I doubt you’re mind is entirely here at the bar tonight.” The mission and the associated battles had been enough to preoccupy anyone, and Alicia had lost a friend. True, she’d gotten her back, but Mordecai had enough experience with both circumstances to know it could still prey on the mind. “It’s good, or rather I guess it’s impossible not to be good being that everyone tastes something different. I have noticed that it can change the more you try it. Morph into whatever is at the front of your mind I guess. Kinda wonder how they make that happen, but I guess there is a lot about this place with that question.” Alicia answered with a shrug and a smile. An amused expression crossed her features. “I guess you could say my mind is struggling.” She admitted, in that split second it was either be honest or lie. “I feel like I should be remembering something, but it’s just not fully coming to me.” A distant look crossed her face. “Probably sound a bit mad huh?” “In Atlantis, mad is rather the order of the day,” pointed out Mordecai. He signaled the bartender for his drink. “There's a number of things that might cause that from old-fashioned amnesia and deja by to suppression or implantation of memories, magical or otherwise.” It was a stretch to jump to that, true, but as he’d already stated, Atlantis tended to stretch the boundaries of possibility in most areas. “When did you start having that feeling?” “Implanted memories, that just sounds like downright torture!” Alicia said but as she thought about it, she was struggling with feelings for a bloke she spent most of her life disliking a lot. “Well, I guess it started when this bloke from my world showed up and I hugged him.” Alicia sighed. “I’m supposed to strongly dislike him, but when he left, it felt like something else had left, like something I should remember and miss started and I miss him. Why the bloody hell would I miss Flint? He’s a smelly grumpy smoking infuriating sort.” “Ah, well,” said Mordecai. “Some people, even the most infuriating, have a way of getting under one’s skin despite their faults. I’m quite fond of young lady with appalling taste in music, for example.” His tone was light, but his expression was sympathetic. A small laugh escaped her. "Fond of a young lady with appalling taste in music?" Alicia asked with a raise of her eyebrow. "Flint's... well it's complicated, and sometimes I'm not sure if the memories are real or not." Mordecai smiled at the sound. “I could criticize her taste in gentlemen if you prefer. She used to be terribly enamored of a soulless lout. But that wouldn't be chivalrous, and anyway, I believe she’s finally gotten over him.” He tilted his head, actually appearing serious now. “We can come back to the memories in a moment. Would it still be complicated, even without them?” "Someone who actually didn't have a soul?" Alicia asked with a puzzled expression. "I can see where getting over a bloke without a soul would be a good plan." Opening her mouth and shutting it again, she waited a second before answering his question. "I don't know. I don't think it matters much given he's not here anymore. I guess I just don't like not having the answers or not knowing." “I don’t think a thorough examination has been conducted,” said Mordecai blithely. “But it would be wise, yes.” He swirled his drink in his glass, and then took a long swallow. “Perhaps it doesn't matter, but it is troubling you, even if it is just the lack of answers.” He cleared his throat. “I’m no medium, but there might be someone here who could decipher those memories. Determine which are real.” Alicia gave him a small smirk. “Who knows anymore,” she paused. “This whole place makes it feel like anything is possible.” Mordecai’s answering smile was a bit wary. “It does, doesn’t it?” he said. He emptied his glass. “I see the possibility of another drink in my future. And you?” Alicia nodded looking down at his glass and over to hers. "Sure, seems like that sort of day." She agreed. |