originallutece | (no subject)

You aren't waking me.

And yes, I am. Rather abruptly so, it seems. But yes, alive and whole and well. Did you have an enjoyable time exercising your innovative skills?

Perhaps I should chastise you for the fact that it's NOT waking you, then.

And "enjoyable" is hardly the word I would use to describe the past...duration. How long was it, even? Has it been a week?

Hush. You take care of many things for me, Fawkes, but when and if I go to bed is my own business.

It's been five days. Tonight's the first night I'm going to get to sleep in my own bed, actually.

Just don't wish me a fine day for a morning tomorrow. :)

Where have you been sleeping, if not your room?

My office, of course. Professor Dawes was kind enough to escort me home the last day, but I didn't bother to try and make the journey all the way up to my bed until I changed back.

Edited 2017-05-11 04:48 (UTC)

...That was actually one of the rare few things I enjoyed about...all of that. Scaling the furniture and whatnot. It was an interesting challenge.

[PARKOUR]

But I can see where I would be an exception in that respect.

Perhaps if I'd been allowed to change out of a dress first . . .

[Like, have you ever tried parkour in a dress, Fawkes? It's not easy.]

Did you vanquish any insects?

...Ah. I can see where that would pose a distinct problem, yes. :/

(It was of course a very flattering dress on you, however.)

I had a few run-ins with them, to be sure. Also with the flowers, which gave me considerably more trouble.

[A little pause, and then:]

Did you hear something, or rescue someone?

A little of both, I think. I first encountered them seeing someone else trying to burn one down.

Later, I couldn't resist following up. I know it was foolish, but...

Perhaps. But an understandable foolishness.

Are you all right?

I am now. Hearing what I heard was...unnerving.

But I also knew it wasn't true, so.

I can't shake mine.

I didn't go by the flowers. But I explored one of the cracks in the sidewalk, and heard voices there. It was . . . unnerving is the right word for it.

Do you want to talk about it?

[. . .]

Did you recognize your voice?

Yes. It was my mother.

I didn't mine. I knew it was male, but I didn't have any idea who it was. I was in the dark with a strange man's voice echoing in my brain, and yet I wasn't threatened, not in the least.

It's not that I wanted to be. But it's an odd lack of reaction to have.

What did it say? The voice, when it echoed?

It wasn't even a full sentence. Something about a subject struggling to create something-- memories, I think, but I could be wrong.

Oh. That sounds terribly strange. Perhaps you had one of those memory...hallucinations people seem to think come tied to this app?

Perhaps. Although if it was, it was rather a disappointment. From what I've heard, those are usually fully fleshed out memories; this wasn't even a full sentence. Never mind my not knowing who the speaker was.

Perhaps it was simply a hallucination. Heaven only knows how our biology was affected during all this time, never mind when jammed between two slabs of concrete; perhaps I was hallucinating from oxygen deprivation or something.

I suppose that would make the most sense. Perhaps the flowers are the same way, some sort of mild hallucinogen in the pollen, made more egregious by our smaller state, or...

Regardless, I'm told those "memories" tend to be triggered by similar environments and behaviors. Perhaps by spending more time around men you do know, you'll jog your memory about the strange one you don't.

Is that a general invitation to keep you in the classroom even longer grading papers? Or shall I simply start going out to dinner with Carter twice a month?

I said men, not boys.

You're going to hurt Tony's feelings, Fawkes.