open } she's had her fill of destinies and that's why she flew away

[choosetruth]

Who: Georgia Mason, YOU
Where: the Kindergarten
When: June 23 - 27
Rating: PG-13ish probably
Summary: Georgia's a Dhampir Oracle. Goodie. Just like she's never dreamed. At least she has spells that make people tell the truth.
The Story:

[Starters in the comments! There's one party starter available for people if they want to get stuck in the zone of truth for threads.]

Comments

[beatupgrass]

[her little air walk adventure has not gone unnoticed, though the observer is currently hidden in the shadows of one of the exit holes, but, you know, dark vision trumps those shadows, so it's very clear that outline is human, though unrecognizable.

the voice, however, is unmistakable.]

Y'know, Georgie, when I say you tend to float above it all, this ain't what I meant.

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[The voice and the nickname tip her off, so it's not too hard a connection for her to make (wis 14). She raises an eyebrow over her pale, washed out eyes, then walks up to him as casually as if there was actually a staircase to climb.]

Rocket. You're... taller than usual.

[Nice way of putting it.]

[beatupgrass]

[Despite being human, he does have disconcertingly reddish brown eyes, which means the look of utter disdain he gives her would also give him away.]

Shit. Am I? I sorta got overwhelmed by the bein' hairless thing and couldn't get past it. What the hell are you supposed to be?

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A... dhampir. [Whatever the fuck that is.] Look on the bright side. No one shoved you in a dress.

[beatupgrass]

[yeah, he has no idea what that is, and anyway, he has better concerns.]

I would take the frilliest, pinkest dress over havin' my body fucked with this much. And I'd make it look good, too.

[he's not even being sarcastic, which is the sad thing. it's not unexpected- Rocket has a lot of issues with his body, in general, without Wonderland pulling this shit.]

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[She sobers, despite the admittedly hilarious mental image of Rocket in a frilly pink dress. For her, the thought of being something else for an event is... well, not pleasant, but not the same kind of horrified that Rocket seems to be experiencing. But despite the similarities in her and Rocket's experiences, she knows there are differences. That Rocket's left him with scars she doesn't have is not unexpected.]

Shaun's a druid. He might have spells that could change you into something else. Probably not into yourself, but maybe into a normal raccoon or something. I... don't know if that would be better. I also don't know if it'd be a permanent or temporary thing.

[beatupgrass]

[his voice is almost pained when he starts speaking:] I'm not a-

[and then he just cuts himself off, because of the utter futility of arguing what he is or isn't when he looks like this.] It wouldn't be better. It'd just be weird in a different way.

[probably a worse way. he got a taste of what it was like without his augmentations in the True Lab. it's not something he wants to repeat.

lacking anything to say to that, he scratches under his chin the same way he'd be doing if he were still shorter and furrier.] That, uh... Dhampir whatsit. Does that come with any bonuses? Maybe like a strength boost or...

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I know you're not.

[But he's closer to a raccoon than to a human. She had to offer, even knowing it wasn't going to be the same.

A topic change. Well, she can roll with it.]

I can see in the dark. But the light hurts my eyes. [So basically, she's back to normal. Except for the whole grey skin and a sword thing.]

[beatupgrass]

Okay, so what I'm trying to get at here is...

[DAMMIT GEORGE DON'T MAKE HIM SAY IT. okay fine, he'll say it, but he's gonna be huffy about it.]

...I got up here and I can't get back down.

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[Oh my god Rocket.] ....I can't carry you. It's weird when you're human.

[beatupgrass]

[RUDE] Oh that's cold, Georgia.

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You know it would be weird, and I'm not even sure I'm capable. You're big.

[She sighs, then shakes her head, casting a spell with a flourish of her hand.] There, now you can walk on air too. Don't get stuck again when it ends.

[beatupgrass]

[HE KNOWS BUT HE WAS WILLING TO DEAL WITH IT FOR THE SAKE OF NOT BEING STUCK AGAIN.

Now excuse him while he sidles towards the opening and tests his feet on the air, looking about like a human-shaped cat sticking its paws in water and being surprised that it's wet.] Oh that ain't natural at all.

[he cringes and then steps all the way out. yep. this is happening.]

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Of course not. It's fucking magic. [She rolls her eyes, waving a hand.] What about this place is natural?

[beatupgrass]

The rock formations that ain't shaped like people?

[he grumbles and tries to figure out how to return to the ground. does he just step down? let's see... oh fuck, yep. that's what you do. it's like watching a fucking cat try to climb down stairs for the first time.] I hate magic.

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At least we remember who we are this time.

[Rocket has his thing, George has hers. In this case, hers is that she really fucking hates having her mind messed with. It's a lie, made all the worse because she can't do anything but believe it.]

We might be wrong, but at least we know it.

[beatupgrass]

Tell me about it. There was this one event- years ago. They made us think we were different people livin' in this little town. And made us just different enough that we'd do things that we would never do otherwise.

[he growls under his breath, though it's not quite as effective without the fangs to back it up. it just kinda looks stupid.] Still the worst frickin' event I've ever went through- even the lab one.

[choosetruth]

[She raises an eyebrow, walking down on air next to him easily since she has practiced a bit.]

What did you do?

[beatupgrass]

[he shoots her a look like a deer in the headlights, tripping over himself as he promptly gets tongue-tied.] What? What makes you think I did anything? I didn't do anything. I was talking in general.

[he lied terribly to a person who hates lies.]

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If you don't want to talk about it you can just say that. [Don't lie to her, Rocket, she hates lies.]

But obviously you did something. You might not like being human, but it still wouldn't be the worst event if something didn't happen.

[beatupgrass]

I could, but that wouldn't encapsulate how bad I don't wanna talk about it. [Except you know, now they're here and it's going to hang in the air and goddammit why did he even say anything.] I dunno. I'm of the opinion that being ripped apart and unmade and remade makes me a little vulnerable to things that remake me.

[But he's also standing here in all his hairless glory, so that doesn't hold water. He scowls.] Look, there was a girl, and-and.. Shit. [he drags a hand down his face.]

[choosetruth]

Ah. [Shaun is very, very bad at picking up any signs of romantic interest. Georgia's learned to compensate. There was a girl and shit tells her more than enough to pick out the important details. There was a girl. Presumably a human one. And Wonderland shoved feelings and maybe even actions that Rocket would never have taken onto him and this poor girl. As usual, Wonderland takes away any semblance of consent and it makes her stomach turn.

If it could happen to Rocket, it could happen to anyone. It could happen to her.]

That's really fucked up.

[beatupgrass]

No shit. [He scratches his neck awkwardly and begins to descend with a bit more haste now, as if he's trying to outrun the memory.] Wonderland's bad on its best day, but that was cruel and unusual.

[choosetruth]

I know this place sucks, but that's a whole other level.

[She shakes her head, trying to banish the mental image of her or Shaun being interested in someone else even for a weekend.]

The events where we forget who we are are the worst ones. Even when they're harmless in other ways... I don't like that Wonderland can get in my mind like that.

[STILL LOOKING AT YOU, HOGWARTS.]

[beatupgrass]

I knew the mind thing from the jump. [he lets out a relieved sigh when he sets foot on solid ground finally.] They tell you when you get here this place takes memories from you, but I didn't know it could take your whole freakin' identity. We don't even know what's controlling this- what's stopping it from malfunctioning and leaving us like that?

[Okay, maybe he has some built up rage from three years of consecutive bullshit.]