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[Hello, City, hello. Miss Carla is sitting inside a little cafe today, with a plate of cupcakes that look like this in front of her. One is peeled open and half-eaten. The rest of her little table is occupied by a sketch pad where something to this effect is slowly taking shape. If you're looking, you might notice this tattooed on the hand she's drawing with.]

How did you enjoy winding yourselves up yesterday?

[There's something a little wry to her voice in asking. She always feels like she has to wind herself up in the mornings, it was almost too funny seeing it acted out in reality.]

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Doctor Chase had said...

[And aren't you excited to hear what Robert had to say, Karl? This girl has a problem.]

When I was the city's version of dead, that I was judging the condition by my own world's standards. Different vital signs, still vital.

[She mentions it because it is perhaps a concept worth listening to, worth carrying over. That she is still herself, no matter what.]

[ So smitten it's endearing rather than embarrassing. But he keeps that to himself. The affair can't end in anything but carnage and disaster. ]

You're not dead anymore. The changes are clear. Even if they're mostly physical. What about your mind? Does it seem in a different state?

[ It's worth inquiring about. He's genuinely curious. ]

I don't... [She pauses on a mouthful of cupcake, frowning.] I don't know if it's permanent. Or if it's just the start of another circle.

[She recognizes the cycles now, honestly. That's a step, if nothing else.]

Then we'll have to wait and see. [ Not something he's good at. But in Carla's case, there isn't much else that can be done. He hesitates, then adds quietly. ] The day you left the hospital, you mentioned something to me. A core self. You were afraid you'd lost it. But... I don't think you have. I've seen you as a Reanimate. I've seen you cursed to when you were sixteen. I see you now, human. Changed -- yet not. [ His lips quirk briefly. ] You've never stopped being Carla. Not to me, at any rate.

[Oh... that's... She pushes the rest of the cupcake in her mouth, mumbling almost indecipherably through closed lips,]

I'll keep that in mind.

[Can we talk about something else now?]

[ Your discomfort is palpable, Miss Carla. WAVES OF DISCOMFORT. He takes it the message has sunk in. Also: yes. Let us segue into something new. ]

Going to attend Hatter's party?

Yeah, maybe bring a guest with me.

Anyone I know?

We'll find out.

[It'll be a surprise.]

I look forward to it, then.

[ Who doesn't like surprises? ]

Are you doing any providing to the event?

[ Food, drink, toys. Or maybe it was Karl's night off. ]

I've already had her expand the dessert menu.

I didn't offer. I'm more interested in attending for the fun of it.

[ Definitely a night off. He plans to coax Diva along. Maybe play hide and seek with a human or three in the labyrinth. ]

More candycanes and caramel apples?

Candied apples.

[ Your sweet-tooth is a thing of wonder. ]

Then you ought to like these things.

More sprinkles never hurt.

I'll keep them ready for when you visit the 'Palace'.

That name is sticking?

[Well. Whatever, she just laughs faintly.]

Yeah, I'll come by.

Goldsmith Residence won't do. There's technically only one Goldsmith living there. [ And Solomon spends most of his time sprawled motionless in bed. ]

Good. I'll keep a plaything [ victim ] handy in the basement. [ Gotta be a good host and entertain guests 8V ]

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