[closed] It's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity

[ssmisery]

Who: Lapis and Peridot
Where: Their room and beyond
When: 8/9, i.e. after the event
Rating: Still can't imagine why this would go over PG
Summary: Just the barn girls hanging out.
The Story:

Lapis, as usual, wakes slowly. In this case, sleeping through the end of the event was all but guaranteed since everyone was human last night. And waking slowly would be a good idea even if she usually didn't, since it's kind of a process when you're a different person today than yesterday.

It's a lot like remembering a dream. Just more of it, more detailed, more coherent, more vivid. The remnants of it twist inside her like foreign objects lodged within the hard light, though she's not inclined to any existential crises. Having been altered a few times by Wonderland, it's always startling afterwards to find how much she prefers being herself; it so rarely seems like a good thing.

Peridot is still asleep, which can't possibly last long. She's less known for waking slowly and more likely to launch without pause into hysterics, at least in Lapis's estimation. Lapis watches her briefly. Then she takes a moment to locate Claude -- where does he go during these things, anyway, did he have a zombieworld kitten backstory -- and give him a greeting face scratch. Then she jumps out the window and goes for a fly. It's easier to think, alone in endless empty sky, and sort everything out and pick an answer.

Still, it doesn't take too long for her to hop back in. How's the hysterics?

Comments

[ssmisery]

Specific parameters, eh. That's not something Lapis has heard, and quietly she has her doubts. But, then, she was the one making the point that Peridot hasn't forgotten anything major yet, so she's not inclined to debate the details.

Waterdot rubs its chin. What would it even be like to forget all the words for everything? Would you forget how to really think, then? Like being unconscious, dreaming out impulses with no ability to process them first? But memories are far, far more than words. If that was all it was, you still wouldn't be forgetting the really important parts.

"And now you're going to remember this," she says, a little smug again. It's still part of the point, trust her. "I'm pretty sure I knocked your shirts off. So there's one more it has to get through."

[slapfight]

The thought that there might be something she's forgotten that even Lapis doesn't know about does occur to her, but she's pretty sure she's told Lapis of nearly every minute detail that seemed important to talk about.

But they'll figure this out somehow. "That might be the answer we need." She raises a hand for the Waterdot to... awkwardly slap her five. "We'll just make so many ridiculous memories that it would be impossible to forget and hope Wonderland just gets tired."

It's a nice thought. Not entirely feasible, but... Nice.

[ssmisery]

As if by rote, Waterdot completes the high five, mainly because it's just wrong to leave a bro hanging. Its hand is wet and squishy, and it holds it there, palm against palm, still more pensive than victorious.

"It doesn't make sense," it says. "We're already making memories faster than we're losing them. If it just wants to steal everything we knew before we came here..." Lapis wasn't here for Ewaymas, with its visions of that sort of amnesia, and has only heard passing allusions to it, but something like that seems to fit more. It might be a more interesting topic next time it comes up.

"...Then we'll decide what to remember." Lapis's voice from the water is strong and stubborn, but the silhouette begins to melt away against Peridot's hand. Memories are something they make, which means they get a say in what's in them. If Wonderland takes her memories, Lapis knows she won't know to hate it as much as she does, but so help her she intends to hold on to the hate itself anyway. That's exactly the sort of thing she's good at.

Waterdot becomes a puddle on the floor, making the last flourish of a little good-bye wave on its way down. Lapis, who has been hunching over even more in her concentration, slumps with the release of tension.