On dusting off the muse

[allthecoolgear]

 Ah, hello! Been a while since you dragged me out, eh? What's it been, three years? Or two? 

Yeah, two.

I don't know why you're bothering, to be honest. You haven't got the time to put me in a game anymore. Wasn't it just a couple of hours ago, you were complaining about all the reading you had to do for school?

Still, might be fun, eh? Like old times. 

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[shieldofrohan]

Homework, illness, family...

All fair concerns, 'tis true, but none of mine, and I would sooner they dealt with their issues than held me here as entertainment in the meantime.

[allthecoolgear]

Ah, sometimes it's not as cut and dry as just 'dealing with it'...

I feel the sentiment, though. I do get quite bored.

[shieldofrohan]

I know it well. And I should gladly be sympathetic, but 'tis hard to feel for one who keeps me so encaged.

Boredom may be a blessing, to judge by what I have seen of those in games.

[allthecoolgear]

Don't I know it. I used to be in a game, a while back. All... post-apocalyptic-y. Very drab.

Still I found it a very interesting experience, though some of the... side effects left much to be desired.

[shieldofrohan]

Side effects?

[allthecoolgear]

Yes. All those... 'events', they were called. Once, I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed, and I got my languages all mixed up. Kept speaking Cantonese when I was trying to speak English. And once, I fell down a hole in the ground, got stuck there for twelve hours, and came back out body swapped with a young woman I was acquainted with.

And don't even get me started on that microchip they planted in us. Made me feel awful most of the time.

That's not to say -everything- was horrible, of course, but I could've done without the constant illness.

[shieldofrohan]

Ah.

I fear those others in my mundane's head have experienced similar things. It seems a vile form of entertainment. [One of my other muses is her husband. So... yeah]

[allthecoolgear]

Yeah, sad to say I'm not the only one either. In fact, I don't even think I'm the worst one off.

[shieldofrohan]

It grieves me to hear it, sir.

...Forgive me, but I do not yet know your name.

[allthecoolgear]

Oh! Sorry, I'm The Doctor. Nice to meet you, Miss...?

[shieldofrohan]

Eowyn. Lady of Emyn Arnen, daughter of Eomund, sister to Eomer King. [She smiles a little, wryly] And bride to Faramir. I fear I am no "Miss" any longer.

[allthecoolgear]

Madam Eowyn, then. (He chuckles.) It's a pleasure to meet you.

[shieldofrohan]

[She laughs] Just Eowyn is fine.

[allthecoolgear]

Eowyn it is, then!

[shieldofrohan]

And... Doctor. A name or a title, if I may be so bold?

[allthecoolgear]

Mmm... Both, I suppose. Everyone just calls me the Doctor. I do have a doctorate, in several subjects, but they came after.

[shieldofrohan]

[Well, that's strange, but not really stranger than most things here. She nods]

Well met, Doctor.