Mission Seventeen

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[forward-dated to a more reasonable hour; A teenage girl is seen walking through the streets of Paris. She is dressed in a dark suit with a coat over it, and is carrying a cello case across her back. She only looks thirteen or fourteen, but is unaccompanied.

When she comes to an open area the girl takes out the cello and sets up to play. She doesn't choose Christmas carols as expected but instead goes for something different. The case is left open by her side in case anyone feels like donating money]


[ooc: open post to those who might be wandering the streets or over the journal]

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[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

The library?

[her eyes drift down to her cello case. It looks strange empty like that. It should be holding something, but not a cello. Something else belongs there...]

I had a dream about a library. There were creatures trying to hurt people. I protected them with a special gun. And Claes... Claes was telling me to tear her apart.

/saved this icon just for this sort of thing

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[oh god. she DOES remember. just having that confirmed makes ice form in the pit of his stomach, and he pales. when he speaks, his voice shakes a little]

Yeah. That ... that's what happened. Only Claes wasn't really there. You were just seeing her. The way I was only seeing Robin. She ... she was telling me the same thing.

[he shudders] You saved my life, though. ... More than once.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[once it starts, the memories come easier. The Marker, the sacrifices, all the strange things that happened in March, the dinosaurs... And through it all is one name that sticks out]

Barney! I remember Paradisa.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[he breathes in, all ready to say "you do? wait, how is that even possible" -

- but instead he ends up coming at her and wrapping his arms around her in a giant hug. he can hope that no one saw him, later. right now, he's just conflicted. he's SO GLAD she remembers him, but --]

I'm sorry you have to remember all of that.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[she is not usually hugged but she knows it's been a long time since they've seen each other so she'll allow it from Barney before awkwardly pulling away]

It isn't your fault. And anyway, there are worse things to remember.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[whoops, hugging was a bad call. he coughs a little] Sorry.

So ... wait. How come you were acting like you lived here, until just now? What was that all about?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I do live here. I... [she hesitates, frowning as all the memories compete in her head]

I do live here on Earth, and I do speak French fluenty. The rest isn't true. You just reminded me.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

So ... hold on, back up. [he does, a couple of steps, holding up his hands] Beep, beeeep.

You ... I'm not losing my mind, you did get sent home, right?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[rofl what was that Barney? It makes Triela chuckle]

I must have. When I was in Paradisa, Angelica was in the hospital. But now she's okay...

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[it was a truck backing up, duuuuh. but he's glad he can still make her smile]

That's so weird. But ... you came back here instead? This place is getting its wires crossed. I wonder if we're gonna have to knock it down again.

[oh yeah you missed that. he's probably gonna spend the rest of his vacation filling you in, at this rate]

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

You knocked down the castle? [she misses all the fun stuff]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah! And ... wow. You missed a lot. [the magnitude of what she missed hits him like a brick] … Maybe we should go out to lunch or something, so I can fill you in...

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[she nods] I would like that. I'll have to make sure it's okay with Victor, first. He may insist on interrogating you. [says the last part mostly teasingly]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Victor? I don't think I ever remember you mentioning him ... [he looks a little nervous. partly because ugh, how do you tell if she's teasing - and partly because he's pretty sure this guy might've been her loss, before. if that's the case, he wonders, what's she forgotten or lost, now?]

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

But that's my brother's name: Victor Hilshire. I can't imagine not mentioning him.

[of course she only ever called him "Hilshire" before]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

I think he might've been your loss ... so ... wait ... that means it changed. I wonder what you lost this time?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I don't know. [though since she does remember Hilshire, the idea of an unknown loss doesn't bother her so much]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

You'll probably figure it out sooner or later. It took me a while to figure out mine...

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[she nods, plucking the strings of her cello thoughtfully]

Would you like to hear some Christmas music?

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Sure. ... I mean, if you're not too cold out here. I was thinking we could go get a coffee or something, but if you wanna stay out and play --

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I'm used to it. Or-- I feel like I am. [it's hard to remember that she doesn't really belong here]

But a coffee would be all right, after I check in with Victor. He likes to know where I am.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Okay. Do you have a phone you can call him with, or d'you wanna borrow mine?

[he whips out his iPhone] Siri, find the number for Victor Hilshire.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[ooh fancy; Siri will give him the number, but of course since there is no Hilshire player we will do some handwaving :) ]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[all the handwaving, forever!]

Okay, are we cool to go?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

Yes. He wants me to return home before dark, but otherwise I have permission.