young Jazzy ready for....hell. let's be blunt.

[prettyfool]

[Jazzy's blubbering and whimpering, looking pretty distraught, shaking her little fists at her mundane.]

Buh-buh-but!! It's just not fair! Y-y-you listen here, missy!

Mister Ryan's already done so much for me and if he wants me to go down to that Rapture place and be with him and--and be a star! Then...well, I'm gonna go!

[Yeaaaaaa, not happening, sweetie.]

Oh!! You are so cruel!

[Sweetie, trust me. What's awaiting you in that cesspool ain't stardom.]

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[best_intel]

Sorry to say your mun is actually being kind.

[make_me_a_star]

Trust me, sweetheart, you don't wanna go down there.

Take it from me. You. Aw, heck, this is confusing.

[prettyfool]

No she's not!

[prettyfool]

Aw-- [Wait...you look familiar.]

What's goin' on?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Oh, god.] You really don't want to be down there.

[prettyfool]

[Well, Jack. THis is the only time you will be older than your mother.]

But why?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Considering he's only four actual years old himself, that still isn't likely.]

It... It's a horrible place. [And the only thing waiting for her down there...] Just trust me on this, please.

[prettyfool]

[You know the really sad part is, young Jazzy would love the idea of a little baby to call her own. Her own little star. She hasn't been corrupted by Rapture just yet.]

That's what some people are sayin'. You sayin' it, too?

[wouldnotkindly]

I am. [And he really doesn't want to begin to go into the reasons why.] It's nowhere near as great as...as Mr. Ryan probably made it out to be.

[prettyfool]

Uhm...

[Jazzy needs to think. THINK!]

Why do ya' think that?

[wouldnotkindly]

I've been there. [He's seen what becomes of her.]

[prettyfool]

Oh. Oh.

[A little knot of doubt starts to grow in her head. But...Mr. Ryan's charming, pleasing voice returns to negate Jazzy's thoughts.]

Are you...sure? 'Cause sometimes you gotta really look more than once to see something.

[make_me_a_star]

Yeah, you're, um...

[She shakes her head.]

You're me? A long time ago.

[prettyfool]

[That makes Jazzy worried.]

Buh--but...you look so unhappy.

[make_me_a_star]

I am. I'm miserable. And you will be, too, if you go down there.

[prettyfool]

But...but Mr. Ryan said it'd be paradise....

[make_me_a_star]

It's not. And Mr. Ryan's a damn liar. Don't... don't listen to him!

[prettyfool]

Well if me--I mean you, uhhm! If you're telling me that...

[ she's frightened and confused ]

Mr. Ryan's done so much for me, though. Why'd he lie?

[make_me_a_star]

Because as soon as you get there, he's not gonna do anything for you. You're gonne be stuck, and you're never gonna be a star.

[prettyfool]

Never?

[make_me_a_star]

Never.

Unless you call dancin' at that... that place bein' a star.

[prettyfool]

What...what place?

[make_me_a_star]

It's called Eve's Garden. Oh, Mr. Ryan'll come visit you there, but...

[She sighs.]

Look, maybe I shouldn't tell you this. This isn't... this isn't the kinda stuff I woulda wanted to hear.

[prettyfool]

[ Jazzy's not the brightest bulb in the bunch, but she can put two and two together.]

I'm just a strumpet down there, ain't I?

[make_me_a_star]

[A pause, then a slow nod.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's... pretty much it. And Mr. Ryan doesn't... well, he has other interests.