Entry 549; Day 1134

[misterblackbird]

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So we're being inundated with these 'tourists' again, it seems. I suppose it has been rather quiet of late.

It's rather unexpected, though--so far as I can tell. Generally, there's some 'occasion' for such an event, whether a holiday or some ordeal. I suppose surviving the ordeals of the City are cause enough for celebration.

I believe the last time we had such a visitation we had just chased a peculiar lady who called herself the 'Mother Monster' and her apparent nemesis by the name of 'Captain Space' out of the City. Granted, that wasn't entirely as it seemed--was there another such surge of visitors some time after that? Still, it almost never fails, you know. We endure some catastrophe in the City and, shortly thereafter, we are inundated with visitors. It's almost as though it's some sort of necessary process to restore balance in the City. I'm told that the Animal Trinity had recently concluded their work in the City when I arrived and, very shortly thereafter, I had my first such encounter with these sorts of tourists and visitors.

But this time, though, it seems there's been no ordeal at all. Indeed, as everyone noted, the first part of January was distinctly quiet with no curses to speak of. Perhaps we ought to be on our guard. First such quiet and now something such as this. I'd be cautious.

And I'm not addressing the visitors in that regard, though they would do well to be careful.

I never manage to do as I say--to keep to myself, well inside, away from the windows and the Network, and all the rest. It never seems to work entirely, if only because it's rather difficult to keep away from all windows and it does become rather tedious. To say nothing of the fact that there are a few people who seem quite capable of coming into the opera house as they please, despite all our efforts to the contrary. And I don't think warning them about He-Who-Kills will do any good either.

I shall, however, keep a close watch for Merry. I haven't much hope or wish for anyone else from my world to pay me a call. And I needn't watch for Riff this time, which is a mercy unto itself.

Although, there are yet others who seem to come into the City on days like this whom I should still like to see, even if I may not quite hope for it as I did with Riff and now with Merry so long ago and so often.

The little clutch of girls is back under my window, as I knew they would be. I think I'd be rather disappointed if they weren't there. It's rather flattering. I shall be tossing them letters thsi time, and I do hope they see this on the Network so that they'll be able to catch them. It would be a shame to have them fall to the ground unheeded.

It's quite time I tried something a little different in all this madness. And I've seen all of this more times that I think many have. As I said, I wasn't here in the City for a week before it happened to me for the first time.

And, yes, exciting as it always is at first, I know I'll be quite exhausted after a few moments of it. But these tourists certainly won't mind or care. They really can be rather like insects in the way they can find their way into anywhere or anything.

So I think I shall be a fool today and show my face after all. But at least I'm quite aware of my own foolishness. And perhaps there's something clever in that.

Welcome to the City, I suppose.

Though why anyone would visit the City, I shall never understand.

~C.
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[ooc: Yes, Cain's code has failed so everyone can see his post and where he is and all the rest. Hit him. Hit him hard. Hit him with everything you've got. Anything that really unsettles him will either be written off as the ravings of a lunatic or fade from memory after the curse. (And, just as a side note, so everyone knows what I mean by that, Cain is from Volume 5 [North American numbering] of Godchild.) However, I think I'd prefer it if he not get completely spoiled on his own ending, but he can easily just forget what anyone tells him. Have at him!]

Comments

The kitchen is a perfectly sensible place for summoning demons okay.

[fauxfawkes]

Like I said, I grew into it. It suits me better now than my real one does, I think.

Only because clean-up is easier there :|

[misterblackbird]

If you prefer it, I suppose it must.

Well, yes, it keeps the blood sigils off the carpets.

[fauxfawkes]

Do you recall, the last time we visited, I asked permission to ask you a rather odd question? I wonder if you'll indulge me another, for this time around.

Mercifully... Maybe you need a demon butler after all...

[misterblackbird]

Yes, I do recall that. I suppose I could.

:3c

[fauxfawkes]

Did you meet a queen today?

[misterblackbird]

Yes, I believe I did. Are you acquainted with her, perhaps?

[fauxfawkes]

It's not common to be acquainted with people so far above one's station, is it?

[Which technically is not in any way an answer to the question.]

[misterblackbird]

Is she above your station, then? How curious you should know of her all the same.

[fauxfawkes]

Well, seeing as I'm neither an emperor nor a king, it's only to be expected that she would be.

I hope she manages to find what she's looking for. She's too pretty to look so sad.

[misterblackbird]

I suppose that is true. But you still knew that I'd met her, which is a little unusual.

She may yet, but I wonder if what she'll find is precisely what she's looking for.

[fauxfawkes]

It's not unusual if you consider the possibility that I'm following her.

Son. Are you stalking your grandmother/my mother-in-law???

[misterblackbird]

Are you? I'd be careful in that. She is a queen, after all.

And may I ask why you're following her?

This is a DANGEROUS PLACE. He is LOOKING OUT for his GRANDMA. JEEZ.

[fauxfawkes]

To make very certain that no one--not your residents, not your visitors, and especially not your deities--lays a finger on her.

SURE HE IS.

[misterblackbird]

I see.

...AMONG OTHER THINGS

[fauxfawkes]

At the risk of sounding needlessly cryptic, you'd do the same if you were me.

DO NOT STEAL MY EYELINER.

[misterblackbird]

If I were you, I'd know your reasoning, so I suppose I would do the same as you. But, of course, this leaves me, as myself, wondering about your reasoning.

Oh come on you're not even USING it.

[fauxfawkes]

You've enough pieces of the riddle to make a fair guess at it. You might even get it right.

Only because I don't NEED it. But it's the principle of the thing.

[misterblackbird]

I think it's rather obvious that you and she are somehow acquainted and, though she may not yet be aware of your presence here, you feel somehow obligated to mind her in such a place as this. I can't say I entirely blame you for that.

Man, Crehador was right about you making a really sassy girl.

[fauxfawkes]

That's certainly close enough to warrant an affirmation. And if I told you one thing more, you'd have the answers to the whys you're missing.

I make such a better girl than either you or he ever could

[misterblackbird]

And will you tell me this one thing more?

Is that really something you want to be proud of

[fauxfawkes]

It's simply this:

I have my mother's eyes.

....................Yes.

[misterblackbird]

And what, exactly, does that mean?

Oh well okay then enjoy those four-inch blue velvet wedges I guess.

[fauxfawkes]

Precisely what it sounds like.

You're just jealous because I can work them better than you.

[misterblackbird]

I see.

No. ..............maybe.

[fauxfawkes]

You don't.

If you did, you'd have more to say to me.