What Lives in Dreams - 003 [Visual] [Private to Luna]

[juniorganymedian]

[When the visual starts, Jeeves is standing in his hotel room looking, for him, mildly perturbed, but for most would appear to be vaguely curious. Descartes is eating an ice cream cone on the desk in the background. Jeeves had wanted to ensure the bat would be occupied. He places his hand to his heart and bows.]

Your Royal Highness, I wished to thank you once more for your assistance with the individual resembling Young Master Riku. In my review of the communicator archives, I came across several references to replicas of him that are the result of Mr. Even's experimentation while he was a member of a group called Organization XIII. [The real Riku had been particularly vociferous in lambasting the man for his follies.

And now for the more delicate topic.] Additional review of the previous communications also provided a most illuminating look into the nature and expanse of the many and varied forms of magicks and technologies persons from different worlds have access to. I understand you have the ability to walk the dreams of others and aid them in your capacity as Princess of the Night. I would humbly request an exemption from such monitoring.

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[raisethemoon]

[Luna raises an eyebrow, crossing her forelegs in front of her; she appears to be lying on a cloud somewhere.]

An exemption? You do not wish aid with your nightmares?

[juniorganymedian]

Not at this time, madam. Should circumstances alter sufficiently to the point that I am unable to manage any unpleasantness, I would, of course, reconsider.

[How to put this? He knows what his dreams entail and he would very much dislike Luna also being privy to them. It is prying. And he would prefer the reverse of their situations and powers.]

I am certain there are others far more in need than myself that you might direct your efforts and energy toward. I would not wish to draw your focus with any minor matters.

[raisethemoon]

The recurring dreams can be taxing for many, though perhaps you will find that different...

[He does after all at least sound as if his past is much less traumatizing than some. Luna's not quite sure what this is about. Were she at home, she would suspect he had something to hide, but he is human; maybe he's just ill at ease with the idea itself.

Regardless, even if he does have secrets, it would be wrong of her to pry without any just cause.]

I do not make a practice of sharing people's dreams with others, you are aware?

[juniorganymedian]

[The only recurring dream Jeeves has had recently is not one he would label as taxing. He feels his cheeks warm slightly in embarrassment, but manages to maintain eye contact, willing the emotion away. They have certainly become less... invigorating as he has found himself lingering at the window more and more, watching the heavens outside Brinkley Court flash from night to day and back in some great struggle. He'd also begun to grow more aware of the keys in his pocket, the ones key to his scheme with Mr. Wooster.]

I do not in any way doubt your integrity, madam. I would pose the question to you, though: Would you wish your most intimate thoughts to be known to one whom you have known for less than a week, virtuous though she may appear?

[raisethemoon]

[She shrugs her wings idly.]

I frequently do as much for my subjects, though I do not know all of them personally. But your concern is noted, and I will refrain from including you in my patrols.

Though should the situation change, I do hope you will actually inform me. [Too much experience with stubborn humans who won't ask for help, here.]

[juniorganymedian]

[He notes that she did not actually answer his question. It is one thing to be the Princess of the Night, and very much another to have her in your head. She has acquiesced, though, and antagonizing her will serve no purpose other than to make her suspicious.

Jeeves inclines his head. Him? Stubborn? Perish the thought!]

It would be the gravest of errors not to call on an expert of your caliber should I find myself unable to handle what dreams may come, madam. [Jeeves doubts he won't be able to handle it.] You will forgive me any insult, but I pray it does not become necessary.

[raisethemoon]

[You know, Jeeves reminds her more and more of a Canterlot noble every time she talks to him. The ingratiating kind. She does not know exactly what to think of that.]

As do I.

[juniorganymedian]

[If he knew what Canterlot nobles were, Jeeves would be hard-pressed to decide if that was a compliment or an insult. Nobles of his acquaintance tend toward the vapid, after all.]

I wish you well in your efforts and that the dreams you look upon are peaceful and untroubled, madam. Good evening.

[He offers another bow to her and waits for the pony to end the transmission before turning off his own device.]

[raisethemoon]

And to you, as well.

[And she shuts it off. For the record, Luna is not especially fond of the Canterlot nobles herself. Vapid might not be the word, but she dislikes politicking - unfortunate for a princess, maybe, but there it is.]