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[Homeless] Suddenly a new muse with an active voice.
So what you're saying is that I'm stuck here? Inside the head of young-adult, for the purposes of roleplay. And that my daughter is here somewhere? And the Other Jones'. Lord knows, I need a holiday.
[She sighs] Listen... I've got deadlines to hit and a family that need me to function properly. I haven't got time for these games, so if you'd just put me back home, then... yeah. Work to do.
And he needs to stop staring at me. He's not my husband, just some impostor. And his eyes are starting to creep me out.
[She sighs] Listen... I've got deadlines to hit and a family that need me to function properly. I haven't got time for these games, so if you'd just put me back home, then... yeah. Work to do.
And he needs to stop staring at me. He's not my husband, just some impostor. And his eyes are starting to creep me out.
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If anything, I would count on schadenfreude over sympathy.
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So they don't listen to anything we say? Mm-hmm. Just what I need, another kid.
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[He pauses for a moment, then raises a hand.]
Pardon, I speak out of t-t-turn. While I myself feel a sense of pessimism toward my fate at the hands of this...juvenile 'm-master', I nonetheless recognize that he is but one such being. You may have the blessing of a kinder 'master' than I.
[The tale-tell grimace plastered on his face as he speaks betrays the irritation he feels toward what he would freely state to be a most degrading fate, and in the moment of awkward silence that follows his words he quickly reaches up to adjust the monocle covering his eye.]
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The fact that he brought up her motherly skills though? That is no-man's land, Mr Monocle.]
Regret the decision to bear child- what- she can be annoying, but she's still my daughter.
[She's a little surprised and disgusted by the idea of it, as well as the fact that a stranger is trying to hit her parental pride; you just don't do that.]
My 'Master' has me in a place with the button-eyed pumpkin double of my husband, as well as his creepy, evil twin or something. I'd like to see you do better.
[She thinks that's the worst it can get. Ha. Ha ha ha. No, Mel; I haven't thrown you in a game yet.]
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Agnus momentarily recoils from her rebuttal and shifts on his feet while he considers how best to remedy the faux pas.]
Ah, forgive me if I have offended. "The course of love never did run true", of this I am full aware. But you wear your weariness well apparent, miss, and an unmistakably haggard air is about you.
[Whoa, wait a minute. Did she say 'pumpkin double'? What.]
...Pumpkin double? I wasn't aware the fairy godmother made doppelgangers in her spare time.
[He grins slightly wider, amused by the thought.]
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And now he's quoting things.]
Haggard? Now you listen here- the Shakespeare festival is one season, so you can cut all that royal crap out. I'm a full-time mom and full-time author; I'm going to be worn out.
[This is a woman who's been pregnant for nine months, given birth to something the size of a small football, raised said (loved) child, dealt with said child's crap, cleaned up after said child, and god knows what else. She isn't ready to deal with a strange, deluded man's crap.
Her voice settles to reply to the next bit, warning having been given out.]
Some fairy Other Mother, apparently.
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Ah, but there she goes and mentions Other Father as well... How quaint. No wonder Coraline was such a brat, she inherited it from such an annoying mother.
But oh, what a surprise to be had now.]
No time for games? [She frowns.] All work and no play leaves no time for Coraline. But don't worry. If you won't give her the real attention she needs, I most certainly can.
Oh jeez this is a beautiful muse-up. ;u;
That didn't stop it from being a shock.]
You're-
[Another me, the one with buttons for eyes, the evil witch that trapped them? (If this was real, then maybe Coraline was telling the truth about that, too.) More importantly, she's the one that tried to hurt her daughter.
'Hostility in the air' would be an understatement right now.]
Coraline is not your concern. I'm her real mother, and that's what she needs. Not some button-eyed impostor that tried to eat her.
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Well, she's definitely not showing any fear. Her family and her pride as a mother is at stake.]
Great, another one. Are you the Other Other Mother, or-?
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[Taps one of her button eyes apparently thinking that's amusing]
And really there's no need to be so confrontational. I know how it is. You work so hard all the time and are never appreciated for it. Your husband means well but he needs you to keep him in line or he slacks off. Your daughter is always in your hair when you need to work and if she's not in your hair she's causing more work for you later.
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She listens to the Other Mother's words, arms crossed, one hand tapping away at her arm.
She won't admit it, and she definitely doesn't like it... but she's right, with it all. Mel knows they mean the best, but there's always so much work and it's tiring and- but no, she can't admit this, even to herself. This woman tried to eat Coraline, not to mention apparently kidnapped both herself and Charlie.
She's not to be trusted for even one second.]
And you'd know all about that, I'm sure. You obviously have the most functional family.
[Welcome to Sassfest Dear_Mun 2012.]
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I'm just looking for a little common ground. After all who better to understand you then yourself?
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[She places her fingers on the bridge of her nose and begins to massage, feeling a headache coming on.
She'd feel a lot better talking to this woman if she could just remember if they had actually encountered before. Meeting someone that looks and knows a lot about you is pretty disconcerting when you know nothing about them but the fact that they're apparently pure evil.]
You're not Me. I don't know how you made yourself look like me, but you're not.
[She's going to keep telling herself that. As much as she also doesn't want to admit, she wouldn't mind looking as refreshed as this Other her; though without the buttons is a must. And a little less... perfect. To be honest, she'd be fine with her neck recovering and the bags under her eyes leaving.]
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See I know you don't believe in magic...as much evidence as there is to the contrary, but I really am you. You made me you see?
Every time you chose responsibility over your own wants. Every time you turned away from your family because there was a deadline. Every time you tried and failed to connect with your daughter or left your husband longing for a little comfort because you had to be the "adult".
I'm the you you wish you could be. The you that you could be if only things were different.
[Flashes that perfect smile, standing close enough Mel can even smell a hint of mint on her breath like she just brushed. And the scent of Mel's favorite perfume, not too much. Just the right amount. It was the scent she wore when she first started dating her eventual husband]
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[She's panicking inside; panicking and raging. What if this woman is that? What if Coraline got the wrong end of the stick? All she knows is that this woman's stolen her face, attacked her family and now she's judging her.]
You didn't have to go nine months baring a child! You didn't have to give birth to her, or raise her, or clean up after her! You didn't have to stay up with her when she had nightmares, or put a plaster on her cuts when she fell over, or teach her what's right and wrong.
Not to mention, you didn't fall in love with my husband! You don't have to clean up after him when he does a lazy job on our work, or when he makes a mess of things. You didn't fall in love with him, with his goofy smile and his always-crooked glasses!
There is no way you could love my family, so you know what? No, I don't wish I could be you.
Anyway, if you're the 'me' that I've always wanted to be, then why did you need my daughter? Wouldn't there be another Coraline? And I'm pretty sure that thing in this 'Mundane's head isn't all Charlie 'wants to be'.
[There's a hint of smug in her voice, not to mention the small hint of a cocky smirk playing at her lips.
You know that spunky attitude that Coraline had? Where'd you think she got it from, 'sister'? Although her bravery came from both Mel and Charlie... running into bees nests and all.]
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Feel better?
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You didn't answer my question.
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And the same works for our dear husband. Only mothers can create. Father's can help but let's be honest, we both know who's in charge in this family.
Someday, god willing, there will be an Other Coraline when we're grandmothers. Won't that be lovely?
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[That eyebrow raise she's giving you is basically shouting 'bullshit' for her. She doesn't believe you one bit.]
And are all Mothers spider-witches?
[She knows about that too. From Coraline and from the weird Other, Other Charlie in the headspace with her.
She's pretty sure this'll help her get a one up on the Other her, but it might not... She's just looking for that upper-hand right now.]
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Of course not.
Some of us are rats. [totally unphased]
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Listen, I'm sorry for not believing you. And I'm proud of you for beating that evil witch.
['Bitch' would be a better word, but she's not setting that sort of an example.
She does feel really bad for not believing you though, Coraline... but come on, Other people? Not really something you expect to be real.]
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It's all right. It did sound pretty crazy. I-I'm glad to hear that you're proud of me though. When I realized what was going on I realized that what I really wanted was there the whole time.
[Oh, inside her head Coraline says the same thing..not that she would ever let her Mom know.]