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paradisalost2011-08-28 08:32 pm
luckyvalentine.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2011-08-28 08:32 pm
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-66- Where Have All The Good Times Gone
[there's a big unladylike sneeze-- but luckily not on the journal itself. Don't worry. She at least has the decency to turn her head first.]
...I thought you can't get sick here! What is this... [cough. hack.] ...Isn't this supposed to be some sort of mysterious paradise, with a side of big scary monsters thrown in every once in a while?
Getting sick just doesn't fit any part of that image!
[another sneeze, and some metallic rattling]
This is just stupid. ...And who drew on all the walls?! Did we get another visit by robots who have nothing better to do with their time than sneak in and mess up our stuff? [wait, was that right?] ...Robot-suits, whatever. It's obnoxious. I hope this shit washes off...
And these castle-brand pills are worthless. You'd think a magical wish-granting fairyland would be able to come up with something better than this crap. [sniffle. groan.] ...It's cold in here... [and then the delightful sound of a cleaned and reassembled handgun cocking. Summer colds put someone in the mood to visit the shooting range. Watch out.]
...I thought you can't get sick here! What is this... [cough. hack.] ...Isn't this supposed to be some sort of mysterious paradise, with a side of big scary monsters thrown in every once in a while?
Getting sick just doesn't fit any part of that image!
[another sneeze, and some metallic rattling]
This is just stupid. ...And who drew on all the walls?! Did we get another visit by robots who have nothing better to do with their time than sneak in and mess up our stuff? [wait, was that right?] ...Robot-suits, whatever. It's obnoxious. I hope this shit washes off...
And these castle-brand pills are worthless. You'd think a magical wish-granting fairyland would be able to come up with something better than this crap. [sniffle. groan.] ...It's cold in here... [and then the delightful sound of a cleaned and reassembled handgun cocking. Summer colds put someone in the mood to visit the shooting range. Watch out.]
dictated
Faye Valentine. We've met.
dictated
...We have?
[the voice was sounding familiar, but no matter how hard her stuffy brain flipped through the faces she could recall from the castle, none of them were matching up]
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You saved me once.
[Of course, this would be the logical point at which she should give her name, but... you know.]
dictated
Saved you?
[she hasn't come close to doing anything that could possibly be considered 'saving' anyone recently...
--wait.
Ah. There we go. A telling little gasp, her voice getting a little clearer as she's shocked out of some of her haze]
...It can't be.
dictated
But, funny enough, those emotions are being somewhat mirrored on this end, just in a more subtle way. The fact that this is someone she knows, in this place? She doesn't know what to make of it. Whatever feeble understanding she'd managed to acquire over the past week now threatened to be obliterated.
There's a long moment of silence before she speaks up again.]
... I hadn't been expecting to run into a familiar face.
dictated
[her head hurts. Maybe she should just give up trying to figure out what game the castle is playing. She thought she'd had it when Vicious appeared, but then they all left and she was forced to rethink things. It was just her and Spike again, and she was just getting used to that thought, and now this?
'Just a big cosmic punchline.' But she's losing track of what the original joke was. This couldn't possibly be actually happening...
But then Julia speaks up again, reminding Faye that--yes--she is really somehow real. And still on the other side of the journal]
--I know the feeling.
Uh. How long have you been here?
[such a mundane question feels out of place here, but habit pushes it out of her mouth]
dictated
.... No. She mentally shakes herself. That would be one grand cosmic coincidence too many. The odds just weren't stacked that way. ...]
A week. More or less.
dictated
[she's rubbing her head now, over on her side of the journal. Of course she wouldn't be hearing about it until now. Spike was probably keeping her out of the loop just in spite, now]
I don't believe this...
dictated
I take it you've been here for a lot longer than that.
[Which just seems... so impossible. Hadn't she only just met the other woman barely a week ago? Honestly, it's almost enough to make her head hurt.]
dictated
Yeah. A lot longer.
[--and another sneeze. hang on while she blows her nose]
dictated
She'll be sort of unconsciously going through the motions of reaching around for something to wipe it off with. After all, her mind is still clearly on other things.]
How much longer?
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You don't want to know. [--mostly because Faye doesn't want to think about it]
So... I guess you must kind of know your way around here by now, huh?
dictated
I've been managing.
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[--like, oh I don't know, Spike maybe? Or any of the more monstrous residents; some of her friends tend to cause the newcomers quite a shock]
dictated
I've met a few who seemed kind enough.
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[yeah, she sounds a little surprised. Both because Julia really is showing no signs of knowing about Spike, and because... that really doesn't sound like the Paradisa she knows.]
...Huh.
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I guess I was lucky.
dictated
--Not like she can think of something more suitable, of course.]
I guess.
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It seems like you haven't been quite as lucky.
[... Maybe she's fishing. But this place has a whole too-good-to-be-true feeling to it, anyway.]
dictated
[and then, of course, when does Faye ever pass up an invitation to complain?]
Enjoy it while it lasts.
dictated
I'll try my best.