[Homeless] Suddenly a new muse with an active voice.

[mulchlove]

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.

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[tickleironysjudgment]

Such a turn of phrase ill suits you, if you don't mind my say. If I might venture the...assumption, I take you to be a mother frequently under the duress of care-taking for your children? Your language gives the impression that you may even regret the d-d-d-decision to bear child.

[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.]

[mulchlove]

[Oh, and he has a stutter. She's not sure whether she wants to hear him try and say s-s-s-Shakespeare.

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.]

[tickleironysjudgment]

[Oh, Mel bb, you are dealing with a man who wanted to watch the world fall to pieces just so people would learn to appreciate god and laughed as all hell literally broke loose. Sweetheart, abandon all hope.

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.]

[mulchlove]

[She's just going to stand here, cross-armed, one eyebrow so high it could reach the heavens. Watch your step.

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.