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[cold_dry_pieces]

I think I've been here for half a dozen of these, now... and only one or two worth my while. Hn. I've been here far too long.

As always I'd appreciate it if you could point me on my way back home.



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[video]

[just_rosey]

Hello, deary.

[video] SCREAM omg! :D I don't think he's seen her since he was restarted T_T /misses this CR!

[cold_dry_pieces]

Hello, there.

[video] I miss it too ;-;

[just_rosey]

Oh my, do you not remember me?

[video]

[cold_dry_pieces]

I'm sorry, I don't.

It's been a while since anyone was surprised to hear that. I've been here a while, but as I understand it I was here before, too.

[video] I miss everyone

[just_rosey]

Yes, you were. Though Shall we start again from the top? At lest for the short time I am able to visit. My name is Grace Hawkins.

[video] bawww well i am glad you could come visit at least! 8D

[cold_dry_pieces]

Rudy Cooper. Though presumably you know that, Ms. Hawkins.

[If he looks puzzled, it's only because he's trying to figure out why he might have made a habit of talking to an old lady.]

voice;

[twentiethcenturyfox]

Funny, I think we could be asking you the same thing.

voice;

[cold_dry_pieces]

[There's a moment-- a long moment-- before he replies, because he knows that voice. No matter how much time has passed, how much has changed, how little resemblances can mean in the City, it stops him cold. He knows that voice. And though nearly nothing does, it shakes him.]

That's not how it works.

voice;

[twentiethcenturyfox]

[If only she knew... but she doesn't.]

Guess it doesn't work the other way around either, hon. Believe me, if I knew a way out, I wouldn't be here to tell you about it.

voice;

[cold_dry_pieces]

[She couldn't begin to know-- even if she knew who he was, he's sure she couldn't guess what this is doing to him.]

Where would you be?

voice;

[twentiethcenturyfox]

Home, where I ought to be. I've got two little boys to take care of, I can't afford to stick around here.

[dragondreaming]

Hey-ho, hep cat, how would I point you home when I can't find mine?

[cold_dry_pieces]

[Good god, do people really talk like that?]

You probably can't. Some people seem to have a clue, though. I was hoping they'd share it.

[dragondreaming]

There's a path I remember, but I don't know if it's still there.

[cold_dry_pieces]

It might be worth a shot.

A path to where?

[dragondreaming]

My world. Might not take you where you want to go.

[sepal]

Oh. [ Tulip is a tiny, startled thing with doe eyes and a beestung mouth. Or at least, that's what she makes herself out to be. What she truly is is something else entirely. ]

And where is home?

[cold_dry_pieces]

Florida.

[He's having a rough day, or perhaps he'd be a little friendlier. On the other hand that terseness is a sign of rare vulnerability.]

[sepal]

[ Tulip has handled much rougher men than you, Brian Moser, and that is certainly saying something, isn't it? Her demeanor softens, though she makes sure not to cloy. ]

Such a very long way's off.

[cold_dry_pieces]

[Ah, but he's never rough, not even a little, until the end.]

Not further than any other world, from here.

[Video]

[dark_passenger]

You might be better off here.

[Video]

[cold_dry_pieces]

[No question that this is what he's been waiting for.]

I've been here too long. It bores me.

[Video]

[dark_passenger]

I can see why.

[Video]

[cold_dry_pieces]

It's nice of you to visit, Dexter.

[Bitter? Never.

...Maybe a little.]

[Video]

[dark_passenger]

Anytime, Brian.

...You look well.