Reserved at Mayfield

[lettertomyfutureself]

So Mun...

This place you're taking me. It sounds like a welcome walk in the park compared to where I was. But I still don't understand why. I was getting closer. Closer to Claudia, to finding out the truth. So why the interruption? What's so important in Mayfield?

... Oh. HE'S gonna be there. Just great. Looks like my life's gonna become a dumb sitcom here for awhile. Yanno, both you and that other mun have a terrible sense of humor. Look at me not laughing.

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[closerthanheaven]

I can only guess you're referring to me. I'm hurt...Treating me like I'm some kind of pest. I'm only trying to help you out.

[lettertomyfutureself]

You've got a weird way of doing that.

[closerthanheaven]

They say God works in mysterious ways...Since I'm a servant of Her, it only makes sense that I do the same.

[lettertomyfutureself]

I don't really care about God, so that excuse won't work on me.

[closerthanheaven]

However you see it, the answer is still the same. Handing you the answer isn't... [He motions with his hands, like he's struggling the find the right word.] fair to you. It's better if you figure things out on your own.

[lettertomyfutureself]

This feels familiar. It's always the same thing with you.

-She gives her worst impression of Vincent, complete with sweeping gestures.- "Oh here's this super vague clue, har har, I'm a jackass"

[closerthanheaven]

[He looks irritated for a moment before regaining his composure.] Come on, Heather, is that really the best you can do? I could be much worse...At least I'm helping you at all.

[fonewearl]

I wouldn't be laughing either if I had to deal with anybody I'd rather not be around.

At least in my case there's practically no way I'll see any of them, which I guess is both good and bad; good because I don't have to put up with them, bad because I'll never get a chance to ask them what the hell their problem with me is.

[lettertomyfutureself]

I've got someone like that... but it isn't this guy. Seriously, the less I deal with him, the better. He's a complete nutcase.

... Well, I mean, so was she, but she's the nutcase I give a damn about. This guy's just creepy.

[fonewearl]

Can't say I've had to deal with any nutcases, myself. [Not recently, anyway, but this isn't her past she's talking about. Also, for Victoria's sake she's neglecting to mention that creepy guy they ran into on Planck.] Unless you count that talking dolphin, but he's not exactly a bad guy, just really weird.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Whoa whoa whoa...

Talking dolphin?

[fonewearl]

[As if this is not a big deal at all:] Uh, yeah. Talking dolphin. They don't talk where you're from or something?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Definitely not.

[fuckyobancouch]

That's somethin' most'f us don' do much of in here- laughin', that is.

[lettertomyfutureself]

And the muns are a regular comedy club. What a load.

[fuckyobancouch]

Cynical, but succinct- spoken like someone's who's been part a' this song an' dance way longer than she'd like ta be.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Not... really. I just notice things, is all. I'm actually brand new to this mun.

[fuckyobancouch]

That so? Well, hate ta be the one to tell ya that it don' get much better than this, buuuut... yeah. Don' get much better than this.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Great... Just fantastic.

Feel free to ignore if this isn't okay XD I could not resist

[heathermason]

Trust me, muns don't care if you're in the middle of something. They're just gonna keep throwing you into whatever game they feel like and...

[oh my god who is that?]

... hold on.

The hell's going on here?

[lettertomyfutureself]

-Man, be glad she's from before the Memory of Alessa battle, or her first instinct would be to just start shooting.-

... Now I've seen everything.

[heathermason]

[she just stares for a while. She's been in a game with Alessa before, but this is sure something new]

I dunno about everything, but it's pretty close I think.

[oh man, the things post-game-you could tell you about, Heather]

... is this seriously happening, or what?

[lettertomyfutureself]

I dunno. I'm halfway expecting you to turn bloody and gross like the mirror in the hospital...

[heathermason]

I was kinda... worrying about the same thing.

Man this is... wow. You really are me, aren't you?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Guess so... Crazy.