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Again mun, really? I know it's a little rich of me to suggest that you wait to find out the rest of the story...considering my circumstances and recent events but it's not a bad idea.

Somehow 'City' sounds even sillier than 'Storybrooke' doesn't it?

Mun, listen to me. Take this time, think it over some more, and prioritize. You'll get nothing done if you're too busy feeling guilty about your studies and we both know it.

Besides, I just...we just found each other again. You're not an unkind person. You wouldn't...

...would you?

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You really think one of them wouldn't? Really?

She seems sweet. So, no. Separating us...it's not the kind of behavior I'd expect from her. It would be cruel.

Just a word of friendly advice. Maybe yours is the exception but some of them are downright scary.

Says the man getting his alternative happy ending. Maybe.

Says the man who kidnapped two women and threatened both with a gun.

[ Though she doesn't sound upset so much as matter-of-fact about it; she did kick him out a window and well...she's not discounting that. ]

Anyway...alternative ending?

Which you would think might be a hint of warning for you. I'm that kind of man and still they worry me. The whole lot of them.

They tend towards that. New ideas and such. In this case, I've found Grace's mother and mostly get to be happy with her. ... Or did until this week.

Unpredictable. I guess I'll be on my guard, but if I have no faith in her that would be the same as giving up ahead of time.

Well, new ideas are good. New possibilities.

[ She pauses. ]

What changed in the last week?

No, it means expecting the worst and fighting for the best. What I've been doing for the past twenty-eight years while some played school teacher.

[He looked less cranky and saddened.]

The curse lifted and magic came to Storybrooke and they now have months until they find out just what is happening. As I've been told, have to fill the time somehow.

Be that as it may, just because it was your curse to remember, doesn't give you the right to judge any of the others who didn't - no, who couldn't remember. It wasn't our choice any more than it was yours.

[ having noted the sadness, she tries to temper her own defensiveness; if she thinks of Emma whenever she saw her facing the potentiality of being separated from Henry for good, or even herself from David - no, James, Charming - then it's not difficult to channel some empathy...even all things considered. ]

Ah. I thought you meant something outside of our realm...well, not our realm. The one we were trapped in, that is.

I do know my mun feels similarly about using the time in-between. Exactly how isn't...entirely clear to me yet.

Oh I judge most for other things though I reserve a lot of it for Regina and Gold. For the others though... mostly that they're blessed with not remembering.

[Because at least they had that luxury, choice or not. The same one he had asked for and been denied. Day in and day out of remembering would have taken its toll on anyone and he hadn't come to Storybrooke entirely of the right mind to begin with..]

Don't encourage her. She's thought of one of those, sending me to a place where I'm separated from Grace permanently. I'm sure that will do wonders for my mind.

[Bitter? Jefferson? Maybe a little.]

It's a lot of months for minds to think and plot.

Blessed, maybe. Probably. [ Going by what seems to have happened to Jefferson at any rate, she supposes. She certainly doesn't envy his lot in the curse. It was hard enough that she could see on James, making decisions almost as literally someone else even while his true self stayed half-asleep behind the same familiar eyes. Madness seems an inevitability for two complete realities - or in the case of Jefferson and his daughter, incomplete. ] Our other option is just to wander through their minds during that time. I don't know how that's much better except we're not trapped elsewhere.

Even then I would have to believe there's as much a way out as there would be in.

Trust me. You were all blessed despite her seeing it as a curse. [There were days he'd wondered just what he'd done to cope with what they hadn't. The true pain of loss. None of them had known what was lost until that ripple in time through Storybrooke.] Feels like near everything is trapped in one way or another, just here or there, wherever they might decide.

Has yours mentioned the games then? That come up yet?

[ She can't and won't claim to being able to imagine the personal nightmare Jefferson endured. But it does take her a moment to gather her thoughts on the shared matter at hand, the ordeal of facing another Unknown, and while it may not be one and the same shared - neither was the curse the same for them in Storybrooke either, so she supposes that may be par for the course. ]

She's mentioned it, one in particular even. I keep getting the feeling there could be worse places or better but she doesn't tell me everything.

Getting used to that though.

Does yours have their eye on anything specific?

[To Jefferson they were all hellish, worse than Storybrooke. If only in that most, if not all, meant no Grace.]

Oh? Aliens? Islands? I've been told to avoid islands.

No. Not one in specific, though I think I was saved one that involved being married with kids. As if that wouldn't be a slap in the face.

A bizarre location seems...preferable to living another life that isn't mine - or for you, that isn't yours.

I haven't gotten the same warning about islands. Actually I haven't heard about islands at all - just a place called 'City'. Maybe it's an island too for all I know.

One thing I've noticed, these muns tend to have so many voices and stories running through their heads that nothing really has time to settle. Even plans, so far, it seems.

It may not have been the life you wanted, but it is still your life. Unless you want to discount things like helping Henry and waking your Charming.

Huh. Wonder which City that is. I know of one but I suspect I'm going to benefit from those multiple voices you mentioned. With our lives as messed up as they are, I think sending me anywhere would be counterproductive.

No...no of course I wouldn't... Poor choice of words, I suppose. Choice or not.

Fair point. I might. It's hard to say right now. Whenever she lets me out I only have access to some of her notions and other times it's as if I don't even know I'm here.

She keeps tossing around jargon I'm unfamiliar with - PSL and MEME are the most common ones so far.

Not that I like it, but you're right on that. Sometimes it is just like being under the curse with the things in their heads and what we do and don't see.

What I get from it is ways of throwing us to the wolves. Different kinds of stories to put us in the middle of.

They do seem to like their stories, and I wouldn't have as much of a problem with it if it didn't keep us from what we need to be dealing with.

[ She frowns, hands worried together. ]

Or if the stories so many seem to favor are so unclear. Either way I'd like more songbirds and less wolves.

The lives we should be leading don't seem to be as much of a priority. I assume because they don't know where they're going, so they guess and create their own. Makes my insanity seem like child's play.

I'd like my daughter and a cottage. I don't think I'm getting that either. [He shook his head and sighed.] I doubt that giving us what we want is going to happen.

Certainly they lack commitment. I'm sure that has something to do with the numbers of voices too, not that that's an excuse.

[ Stopping again, she watched him carefully. It didn't take any effort to feel bad for him; bad enough to be separated and only subconsciously know, but to live the those 28 years and know... She repressed a shudder. While she wouldn't call herself a coward, she did not envy his position, and anyway as it seemed to have turned out, they now found themselves in similar straits. Crossing her arms, she looked away. ]

If they have no intention of listening to us whatsoever, I don't understand what the point of bringing us out like this is.

It is a positive in my book. [Saying it that way made him smirk.] Means eventually they'll let me, us even, get back to the things we should be doing and not playing around in whatever little silly ideas possess them for them moment.

[It was definitely a desire for him to be let to just deal with the things he needed to do, even if he'd gotten Alice back. For the time being. It was that thought running through his head that always held him up for just being joyful for what he had.]

Enjoyment. Paper dolls without the paper. Who knows what goes on in their minds.

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