driftfleet | Excuse You I Had Vows to Keep

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
When: Today!

[Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels. (Look, life is complicated. Don't ask.)

Waking up to absolute stillness after that? Disconcerting, to say the least.

There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls. That she crafted, she remembers suddenly. She'd forgotten. When did she--?

Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.] No, no, no--

[It's the Fleet. Worst possible timing, oh my god. Or someone's god, anyway. You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile. Goddammit.]

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[And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Do we still have a theatre? A fox park? If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once. [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.] I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new. Tell me where I can waste it?

[She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced. Find her pretty much anywhere. Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]

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[She often hears that tone tbh. You'd never guess she has a job in actual law enforcement.]

Oh now, see. That makes much more sense than being a were-park, though not nearly so interesting. I'm very impressed by your snow machine, though.

[In which Katie is blatantly curious, because the snow is definitely a nifty magic trick, and very handy for her personally.]

Thanks? The snow was all made by someone else, I just extend the enchantment duration every so often.

[Nightingale's ice magic is less cute snow, and more giant chunks of ice to crush someone with.]

[Oh, so what you're saying is we have incredibly similar ways of approaching problems. Katie's magic is v. subtle!! Up to the point that it's...not...]

Who made the snow?

[The enchantment duration is way more interesting on that score, actually.] And who am I talking to?

[Yeah, Nightingale's preferred method of problem-solving is giant columns of fire.]

Mikleo made the snow? And I'm Nightingale, I just said.

So you did. [~~Thanks, mun.~~ Mikleo... she remembers him, too. She wonders if that means this girl has no issue seeing him. Probably. Interesting.]

Nightingale's a pretty name. I'm rather rude, aren't I? My name's not so interesting-- I'm just Katie.

[Whiiich she can tell people, because it's no longer really the truth. #weirdfaelyfe]

[She sounds a bit embarrassed.]

Thank you. I'm pretty fond of it myself. It's nice to meet you, Katie.

[she always gets so flustered when people like her name....]

[At least she's pretty sure now they've never met before this.]

Does the name fit? Can you sing?

Definitely not.

[She laughs a little. She's actually got a fairly nice voice, just, she'd literally die of embarrassment if she tried.]

I'm pretty sure the name was meant as an insult, anyway.

I'm going to assume your parents didn't name you that, then. Or at least I'd hope as much.

[... she is torn between screaming internally and just busting up laughing.

she thankfully manages to do neither, and her voice sounds perfectly normal.]

They didn't, no. I got the name in my last interdimensional shithole.

So I suppose you like it much better than your first name. [Screw calling it 'real name'.]

Where were you before this?

I do.

[She is actually picking up on that, and internally very grateful. But she is just happy to have it acknowledged as her real name, and honestly, she's just full of dere about that name.

But her voice becomes a lot more grim at that question.]

You really don't want to know.

That's a terrible thing to say to the insatiably curious, you know. [Eyebrows raised.]

It was bad. Just leave it at that?

As you wish. [Darn. She'll find out some other way. Well-- if she doesn't get distracted first.] I suppose we can't all have good experiences at our last interdimensional shithole.

This is your second stop, too?

Fourth. I like to travel a lot.

[okay yeah that is alarming.]

Fourth?!

Oh, yes. [She feels a bit bad about the shock, but-- well look, her own home is layered dimensions of a sort, so it's technically possible. Pooka and their lies.]

Here, Arcadia, and Derrymaine. The last place I don't remember the name of, but I know it had to do with string, so I quite enjoyed it.

String? I haven't heard about any of those... Can you tell me about them? Were they safe?

Latin string. Silly language.

And they were safe, so long as you stuck to the roads and kept out of the sewers. But that's just common sense when you travel into the wild, isn't it?