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Message 13: PSA Hell

[Armor on, helmet off; Wash doesn't look too terribly happy, but that's about par for the course. Cal it neutral for now, or as close to neutral as he gets.]

If you're new here and you can see this, great - it means you've figured out how to use the communicator. [Yaaaaaaaay.]

For those of you who weren't listening to the Moogle or just didn't get it the first time, you're in the realm of dreams. Yes, you're asleep. No, nobody knows how you got here or how to get back, but we're working on it. People just seem to appear and disappear at random.

This particular world is called Traverse Town. There used to be three more connected to it - Twilight Town, the Mother of Invention, and Ponyville - but they closed off at about the same time you all showed up. Nobody's figured that one out either.

Let's see...if a Dream Eater has red eyes, it's a Nightmare and will probably to try to kill you. If it doesn't, it either belongs to someone or is a Moogle. Either way, don't shoot it.

If you need more information...[He shrugs.] Ask around. The people who've been here longer tend to know more. [Of course, he's just set himself up as a source of information - not what he wanted, but dammit, someone's got to do it.]

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Oh! What clever little things! [Madeline has discovered the magic of communicators.] Thank you for telling all of us this, sir. You're very kind... and very handsome. Are you a soldier?

Edited 2014-04-04 22:32 (UTC)

[Is she...flirting with him?]

You're welcome. And let's go with yes.

[Flirting? Perish the thought! Her heart belongs to Augustus. Or possibly Bertie since she hasn't seen Augustus here. She does appreciate a ruggedly handsome man, though.]

Ooo! That's really very noble. I'm Madeline. Who are you?

[Yeah he still has no idea what to make of her. Just. What.]

Agent Washington.

...nice to meet you.

[Just go with it, Wash. Just go with it.]

An American agent? [She gasps.] Oh, Mr. Washington, what are we to do? You must return home, mustn't you? That sounds like a frightfully important title. And whatever will everyone think if they find me lying about asleep? [Madeline begins to tear up.] Daddy might get so worried!

Whoa- calm down. It doesn't matter how much time passes here - you wake up at the same time you fell asleep. You'll be fine.

[Just. Don't cry. Okay? Okay.]

[Madeline sniffles. It's so hard to be strong, but she's got to try!]

You're sure? I must have fallen asleep at the beach with Daphne. I'll get horribly sun burnt. And Augustus and I are meant to be getting married in hardly a month!

I'm sure Augustus won't mind a sunburn.

[Whoever Augustus is. He's just placating her at this point.]

[Sniffling intensifies.]

But I'll look like a tomato in my dress!

[Oh for the love of-]

Look, you'll wake up at the exact same moment you fell asleep. You won't even have a chance to sunburn.

[What has his life come to?]

[He looks up, dabbing at her tears.]

Oh! That's right. Well, that ought to be fine, then. I suppose I'll get to enjoy it here. There are ever so many adorable little creatures.

[She maneuvers the communicator to show her Meow Wow, Bertie, who bounces for the camera and tries to snuffle at it.]

Have you got any fairy spirits, Mr. Washington?

Just...don't go near any creatures with red eyes. They'll...hurt you.

[He's already said it once, but he gets the feeling she'll need repetition - a lot of repetition - before anything sinks in.]

[Fang bounces onto his person's shoulder and squeaks excitedly at the camera. Ooh! Ooh! That's his cue! Hiiiiii!]

...yeah, I have a few.

[Madeline gasps from off the screen, then pulls the viewer back up to her to grin.]

He's precious, Mr. Washington. Bats are usually so frightful, but look at his funny little grin. [She giggles and speaks to the bat.] Do you grin like that to make Mr. Washington smile where we can't see?

[He doesn't. He's not. He.]

[What.]

[Fang takes over the ensuing silence (and his person's decidedly funny expression) with more happy squeaking. Hi! He totally makes his person smile! That's what he's here for!]

[And that's about when Wash finds his words. Kind of.]

What?

Do you not wear your helmet very often, then? I saw the strangest people like you in armor walking around today. It looks like something the dwarves made - all bright colors like gems! But it hides their faces. Whatever for?

[She taps her nose knowingly.]

Men are so awfully silly sometimes, aren't they, Mr. Washington? You've got to hide what you feel behind a mask, whether you want to weep or laugh. I think it must be the saddest thing!

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[He stares at her with an increasingly dumbfounded look on his face. She can't be for real. She just can't.]

I wear my helmet all the time. For protection. I just...didn't for this. Some people would rather talk to a face than a visor.

[Agent Washington used Evade!]

You've got a very handsome face to talk to. [Clearly, this is what Wash is getting at.] And you say protection, Mr. Washington, but is it only physical? Or for your heart, too?

[It wasn't very effective.]

...thanks?

Believe me, it's physical.

[Madeline sighs. How very sad that he can't admit to it! She heart goes out to him.]

And yet, your heart pangs every time you put your helmet on, doesn't it, Mr. Washington? I can see it in your eyes - such sad eyes! You're like a little butterfly far from home, blown on distant winds and now you've got to pretend to be an eagle as best you can for fear you'll never make your way home otherwise.

Edited 2014-04-13 19:36 (UTC)

No. No, it doesn't.

And don't psychoanalyze me. That's the last thing I need.

There's really no need to hide, Mr. Washington. [She's starting to tear up again as you try so very hard.] There's another man I know who's just the same. He's fallen so madly in love with me, but my heart belongs to another and whenever we meet, there's ever so much said in the silences and protests. He's the kindest man I know. He wants me to be happy, so he tries to pretend his love away.

I think you must be doing something very like that for the woman you must love somewhere.

Edited 2014-04-13 21:52 (UTC)

I'm not hiding anything! [Oh, he's hiding a hell of a lot - just nothing in the vicinity of where Madeline's digging.]

Or you're seeing something that's not there and he's trying not to hurt your feelings. I'm betting it's that.

Oh, yeah. My girlfriend has no idea how I feel about her. It's not like we share a room or anything.

There, you see! You've got to tell her how you feel, Mr. Washington. Tell her everyday that she's your perfect flower that you'll become the brier for to stop anyone from plucking her. [Madeline is immune to your sarcasm, Wash. Particularly when you're implying something that would be so completely scandalous she can't even fathom it. Sleeping together before you're married? How perfectly ungentlemanly!]

And you just don't know Bertie like I do, Mr. Washington. He's so in love with me, he tried to steal my picture and jumped into a lake when the police officer was chasing him.

Are you familiar with the concept of sarcasm? [He's actually not being sarcastic here; he's genuinely curious, because wow did she ever miss that one.]

Okay, you know what? Sure. [He leans back, looking off to the left of the camera.] Hey, Ziva.

[Ziva's lounging on the bed, perusing the network posts now that things have gone haywire. Her voice comes from outside the video frame.]

Yes?

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