Thinking about apping her at multiversal.

[quiescence]

Hey you. Yeah, you. It's me, Felicia, the girl that's been rattling around in your brain for the last couple months. I'm glad you finally settled down on my story especially since you had my face since forever. Good job. Can't say you aren't capable of doing anything now.

One problem, though. You want to send me where? There? Really? And on my birthday too? What did I ever do to you? And don't tell me it's no different than my world just because we have witches and monsters and shit like that. There's a difference between there and Brooklyn. Real big difference.

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[thethingsidoforlove]

You know much of the city to which you are promised?

[quiescence]

I just know the little bit the other people in her head told me. And from what they say, I don't think 'promised' is the word you want to use.

[thethingsidoforlove]

You talk to them.

[ He hasn't had the pleasure, personally. ]

What word would you choose?

[quiescence]

What else could I do while I was being developed? I wouldn't want some chick staring at me while she was waiting on a name.

[This might be a good thing for him, yes?]

There are a lot of words I would pick instead, but the majority of them will have my Momma washing out my mouth with soap after she kicks my ass. Let's go with 'thrown into' though.

[thethingsidoforlove]

That seems the most common description.

[ yyyyy. ]

It appears to be a place quite different from anyone's home.

[quiescence]

I think that's the point, really. Not that I like it, but it's what she's laughing over. Tee hee.

[thethingsidoforlove]

Mine persists in mentioning a clash of culture, and yet I have seen near every corner of the Seven Kingdoms, from the Wall to the Dornish Marshes. I believe these mundanes underestimate us all.

[ And his armor sure is shiny. ]

[quiescence]

As long as they speak English, I can deal. But the part about not being able to go home when I feel like it kills everything else. I have a job to go to, you know.

[Do you shine it every morning, Jaime?]

[thethingsidoforlove]

[ Not personally. <.< ]

And I have my own duties. So it is a prison; for what crimes, I wonder, apart from proving to be entertaining.

[quiescence]

[Wouldn't we all want our own servant who just comes and shines our shit everyday?]

For existing, probably. And shits and giggles. All that.

[thethingsidoforlove]

[ Considers this turn of phrase, and does not disapprove, necessarily. ]

Then I hope to be a most poor jester and released in good time.

[quiescence]

I get the feeling that by saying that out loud, you just screwed yourself. Congrats?

[thethingsidoforlove]

Screwed. I see. And what does that make you, my lady?

[quiescence]

Screwed was one of the other words I would have used to describe what I'm going into myself.