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Tweak says, "I was so fuckin' scared . . ."

Connor (leconnortemple) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-07-06 14:17:00

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connor temple, illyana rasputin

Who: Ilyana Rasputin and Connor Temple
What: Going to go play at a carnival, of course
When: Mid-morning, day 2
Where: Starting at the shops, then heading around town
Rating: PG to PG-13, I'd guess, mostly for language
Status: Incomplete

Connor was, admittedly, a bit nervous about the morning's adventure. Things had changed around town. There were places with electricity, for one. That hadn't happened before. And he'd found himself locked into the library the night before, which had never happened before. Not that he'd been in any hurry to leave, but it was just plain weird. The library itself had even changed, hardly the piece of junk it had been before. Not exactly sparkly and new, but it really didn't look like it was about to go crashing down, either. And there were houses, which was where Ilyana was staying. Actual houses? Now he knew he'd remember if those had been around before.

Then there were the people. Some people seemed to remember most things, like he did. Others only had vague recollections of having been there before. And then there were the others, the ones like Ilyana, who didn't remember a thing. So she wasn't going to remember running around playing with them when she'd been brought there as a six year-old. She didn't remember Andy, she didn't remember Rose and Lexie and Sarah Jane, and she didn't remember Dora. The girl he was meeting? It was definitely not his little friend playing April anymore. It was another woman entirely. Mostly.

He had his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants as he made his way over to the shops. He had to wonder if it was still as easy to just grab what you needed, like a bunch of pathetic looters after a natural disaster or a riot. A pair of shoes never hurt anyone. Neither did a jacket or, say, pants that weren't his jimjams.

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leconnortemple
2010-07-10 04:24 am UTC (link)

Connor was trying desperately to remember all the details people kept asking him for. Her brother's name brought up a spark of memory, but he couldn't remember why. "I remember you had one hell of a temper on you," he teased. "But I can't remember much else. No specifics. Oh! But you had a friend who had a pet dragon? Katie or Katya or something?" Or had that just been her younger self? Then again, he had the feeling little Yana had been much more talkative than adult Ilyana had.

For once, Connor was actually quiet as Ilyana showed him the boutique. It hadn't occurred to him until they reached the door that boutiques were typically known for their women's clothing. He might be desperate, but he was not going around dressing like a chick. The relief on his face had to have been obvious when she mentioned men's clothing towards the back. "Care to join me, my lady?" he asked, opening the door and tilting slightly in a mock little bow. His social life might be, but chivalry wasn't dead.

The store smelled old and musty and drudged up more memories for Connor. Well, they did say scent was the strongest link to memory. He remembered hunting for warm jumpers and socks and blankets. He remembered trying to find people, Tonks being propped up near the shop after one of those horrible experiments. Maybe this hadn't been the best idea, but Ilyana was right. He did need better, more sturdy clothes. Especially in this place.

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-07-10 03:43 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't help but grin at his description of her. One hell of a temper? That could be putting it mildly, depending on the circumstance. And she doubted that Dani or Sam would contradict him. Or Kitty. She blinked as Connor went on, though. She'd trusted him enough to tell him about Kitty and Lockheed? And not just about Kitty, but about the nickname she and Piotr had for her? "Her name's Kitty," she said, automatically correcting him. "She's my best friend." She glanced down, then back up at Connor. "She's abroad right now. Well, back home. Went to Scotland to see a doctor." She had no idea how much she'd told Connor before, or how much of a memory the information could trigger for him, if she'd told him more, but she didn't feel comfortable explaining the whole story. Not yet. Maybe in time, if she'd trusted him this much before, she could.

As they stopped in front of the store, Illyana had to work very hard not to laugh at Connor's expression, first at the horror of seeing the dresses displayed by the window, then the relief when she mentioned they had some menswear at the back. It wasn't nice to make fun of someone who'd had an identical reaction to your own the day before. She did laugh, well, more like giggle, at his sudden burst of chivalry, and grinned. "Thank you, kind sir," she said, doing a mock curtsy, which was really more like a plié, thanks to Stevie's merciless ballet lessons. She stepped through the door and into the boutique proper, waiting just inside for Connor to catch up.

"Past the taffeta and crinoline display, there," she said, pointing toward the back corner. The selection wasn't huge, but there had to be something for him. She switched the carpet bag to her other hand as she walked back toward the menswear. And maybe more for her as well.

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