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Who: Jane Doe, Kurt Weller (closed) + an open section for YOU
Where: Around Genosha
When: Throughout the event
Rating: Ranging probably, will update as needed with any TWs.
Summary: Jane is a mutant, able to erase memories.
The Story:

first t w o d a y s - open

[Jane Doe is called such out of irony, really. She makes people forget, makes them the Janes and John Does of the world who know nothing of what happened to them, the secrets they've heard, the things they've done.

At least, that's how she's been told she should act. Eliminate human memories, take away everything until they're weak husks with no way to function on their own. Every now and then, to keep up appearances, she has to, she has no choice. But she hates it, she hates it every time, especially when there's an audience. She's supposed to feel superior, and instead, she feels like some twisted executioner, every time. And then, she went and fell in love with a human, making her life full of color against the dark shadows whenever they're together. They have to be careful, so careful. If they're ever caught together by anyone other than a human sympathizer, they'll both be killed.

During her days, she keeps to her own kind,the ones who bask in being a mutant, but at night, she finds the human sympathizers for a few hours before it's so late, she can sneak off to find Kurt without being noticed At least, she hopes.]

end of second day/beginning of t h i r d d a y - closed to Kurt Weller

[Jane remembers something tiny at first, something about...FBI. Something about a place called Wonderland. At first it's wisps of fragments of memories, and after being reunited with Kurt where he lives in Genosha, she tries to tell him, asks if he knows, if he remembers something that isn't supposed to be. She remembers a place not here, a dress, dancing with him, stolen kisses. But then she remembers a place that's even different from that; mirrors that mocked them somehow, a homecoming together on the floor of a gym.

She tries to tell him what she knows as they hold onto each other, clinging to every moment they have because one day, eventually, their meetings will become less as people get more violent. So, she shifts focus at times to simply kiss him, be with him, revel in his touch while she can.]

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I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's...I don't have a choice.

[She says that so low, looking around to be sure someone didn't over hear. She's never argued her orders, but that doesn't mean she enjoys them. At least she can reassure him, now.]

It doesn't hurt. It never hurts. It's like blinking and suddenly everything you know is gone, and it's confusing, but it isn't painful. I promise.

N--no, it's.. It had to be done. I know that.

[He smiles sadly, though his bottom lip quivers.]

I told him he was going to get himself in trouble if he didn't stop. That's -- it's why we need people like you to maintain discipline.

Maybe he'll find peace now.

I don't want...

[Jane wets her lips and looks down, taking a deep breath as she swallows heavily. She's going to get herself taken away if she isn't careful.]

Your friend will be reconditioned into whatever's needed.

[Trained to do a job, whatever the one in charge wants. That's beyond her tasking.

But it's clear, she was going to say she doesn't want to be someone who maintains discipline.]/small>

That'll be nice. He'll probably be able to focus better now that he's not troubled with terrible thoughts anymore.

[He dares to look up at her, taking in her face at length.]

Why don't you want to? It isn't painful for you, is it?

[Some mutants find their powers quite taxing. She's probably making a noble sacrifice for the greater good. Mutants are absolutely incredible that way.]

[Jane doesn't even answer his question, she just look at him the way he's looking at her.]

You're fascinated with us, aren't you? With the mutants.

[She doesn't feel afraid of him at all, she just think he's curious, and he hasn't looked disgusted by what she does, by what she can do.]

[His cheeks flush at that, and he pulls his jacket (perhaps unseasonably warm for the summertime) around him more tightly.]

I -- I work at a research facility. It's stunning to read about everyone's findings. I can't begin to grasp what it must be like.

[He imagines that she's entertaining him now the way he might regard a stray dog. She's lowering herself to his level, probably using smaller words so he can keep up.]

[It's not that at all. She's just as fascinated with humans.]

Would you understand it, if I told you I hated what I am? That I hate being the one who has to take everything that people are, away from them?

[He blinks, all but gaping at the very idea of a self-hating mutant.]

... But. But Ma'am... You aren't taking anything away from them at all. You're giving them a new life. You give damaged humans second chances.

[He scrambles to rattle off scientific data, findings that are perfect and absolute and not at all biased or misleading.]

There's -- You see, a part of the human brain is susceptible to illness. It's not unlike rabies -- highly contagious if left unchecked. It makes us act out, usually violently. You rescue humans suffering from it. You're amazing.

[No one's ever spoken to her this way before - no human anyway.]

If you could choose to be this way, would you? Would you do something to yourself if it meant you could become a human? Or do you only think I'm doing good for the human mind?

[She can't believe he thinks that of her, that she's doing good.]

Oh -- oh, I'm certain that's not a choice I'm capable of making. [He's happy to speak highly about mutantkind. Why wouldn't he? Only the sick ones ignore the natural order of everything.]

That's why I'm so happy that you help humans. ...You probably don't have you. You could let us stew in our illness until we all go crazed and tear one another to shreds. I wouldn't know how to begin thanking you.

[She's never going to get him to see that she hates it. That she wishes she didn't have to do anything to anyone.]

You've done enough.

[Jane smiles softly at him.]

What's your name?

[He returns the smile, relieved that she's cast aside whatever it was that had her so tense in the first place.]

Leopold Fitz, Ma'am.

[He doesn't dare ask for hers in return. That would be uncouth.]

And you...like the mutants? Want to understand them? But not study us in any negative way, you don't want to hurt us.

[Jane's watching him closely, tilting her head to the side.]

Why? Is it just the science?

[He squints a bit, struggling with her questions.]

I... do apologize if I'm not grasping your meaning, Ma'am. I'm sure it's because your kind thinks on a higher plane than mine. But... why would I ever want to hurt you? I've not yet gone mad -- and I make sure to consult heavily with mutants at the lab to be sure that I'm not yet displaying symptoms.

Is it strange to be interested in your affairs?

[Is he being tested? He thinks this might be a test.]

[She has to adapt to where he's at. He...appreciates mutants. And it's nice, she supposes A change from the humans who hate her based on what she is.]

I don't think it's strange. I just...I haven't met a human who doesn't want to hurt me.

[Well, she has. She loves one, in fact, but she's too afraid to admit that out loud to anyone - mutant or human.]

[His expression softens.]

I'm so sorry... that must be terrible. In your line of work, you must only ever see the worst of us.

[He's ashamed of his kind, mostly. They embarrass him.]

If I could change things, I would. I don't hate humans at all. I wish...I wish all of you could be like...well. Like you.

[She knows there's no malfunction with most of them. They just hate the mutants because they can. Fitz and Kurt and Sarah are all proof that humans can get along with mutants. It doesn't have to be this way.]

Being like ourselves is troublesome, Ma'am. We need people like you. I know it must be taxing... But please, keep heart.

You are changing things, for the better.

[Jane's hands scrub over her face, trying not to cry, to keep her emotions in check.]

I'm so...tired...

[She takes a deep breath to try and compose herself, swallowing hard.]

I've taken away memories of people falling in love, celebrating holidays, being with people they care about, all because...because they're...

[Her shoulders slump, defeated. It's because they acted out. Not all of them, some of them are innocent, she knows.]

Something has to give.

[He hesitates, then sets a tentative hand on her upper arm. It's not usually acceptable to touch a mutant, but maybe...]

You suffer so much just so the world can be better. I'm so sorry you've been made to feel these things.

[Jane doesn't shrug him away at all, and in fact, at the touch, she crumbles a little more, crying about it more than she should, probably before pulling herself together, sniffling and wiping at her eyes.]

It has to change someday, right? One day, we won't all hate each other?

[She needs something. She needs hope.]

[She's weeping, and that absolutely breaks his heart. He'll maintain the contact as long as she seems to need it, shifting his touch until he rubs her back softly. It's strange to him that she isn't pulling away or calling him dirty.]

It's the humans' fault it's gotten this bad in the first place. Sooner or later, we'll fix everything. And -- and then you won't have to hurt anymore.

[Jane just nods and finally pulls back, taking a deep breath. His shirt has tear marks on it, and she swallows, wiping at her eyes and gesturing.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...I don't usually cry like that. Sometimes it's just all...too much.

[She's depended upon, heavily at times. Every now and then, she breaks, but usually it's in Kurt's arms, not a stranger.]

I know that feeling. [He nods his understanding.]

It's... We're living in a really hard time. But it'll settle down eventually. Things can't stay like this forever.

[Jane nods, and decides silently, right then and there, that if things go to hell, he's a human she wants to try and protect. She'll keep him safe and make sure nothing happens to him.

It's only too bad that before the end of the event, she'll be dead.]

I should go, but um. But you should know that I think...I think you're a good one. A good human. And I don't think good humans go bad. I think they're just good.

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