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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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[roseblooms]

It's nothing to do with being happy, I'm afraid. We just think he's likely to have some leads on the whereabouts of a murdered dame.

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[originallutece]

[There's a bit of a pause.]

I'm sorry, did you wander onto the set of a Dick Tracy film? Are you currently narrating your actions as you smoke a cigarette, staring at a woman's legs and contemplate on how they're a metaphor for the city?

[originallutece]

And "gumshoe" would be the preferred term, thank you; despite your high opinion of my intelligence, I don't know everything, particularly outdated American slang.

[roseblooms]

...

Believe it or not, you've described my current circumstances almost exactly. Save for the part about staring at a woman's legs, since you're a bit far away for that right now.

[originallutece]

An activity for later, then.

Are you really smoking?

[#priorities]

[roseblooms]

I ended up with a cigarette in my mouth without any input on my behalf. Majima took it from me instead.

[originallutece]

There's a pity. Though I'm endeared you didn't refute the claim you're narrating what you do as you do it.

Do be careful. From what I remember, there's typically a part where the gumshoe gets roughed up in an attempt to get him off the case.

[roseblooms]

We're not the gumshoes, rest assured. A man named Hardy Boil (I know) is.

[originallutece]

Ah. And you're helping him in his inquiries?

You still ought to order whiskey and demand the bartender leave the bottle.

[roseblooms]

I was thinking of asking the pianist to play "As Time Goes By", while I was at it.

[originallutece]

Of all the reality tears in all the groups in all the city, you had to walk into this one.

[roseblooms]

I wish you were walking into mine.

[originallutece]

With what I've had to deal with this week, believe me, the feeling is mutual on several levels.

I bought the dress.

[roseblooms]

That's a fine turn of events. I'm wearing a suit right now.

Do you like the dress?

[originallutece]

Oh, yes. I think you will too. Champagne colored, elegant without being overly formal. Perfect for an evening of dinner and dancing.

[roseblooms]

How will you do your hair, with it?

[originallutece]

Oh, pinned up, of course. I don't allow people to see me with my hair down as a rule. But I thought to sweep it back with a comb, so I can remove it easily when I want to.

[roseblooms]

Oh. And are you the only one who can remove it?

[originallutece]

Generally, yes. But I think if someone were very good, I might allow an exception.

[roseblooms]

That'd make the person in question fairly exceptional, wouldn't it?

[originallutece]

Oh, yes. He'd have to prove himself first, of course; I don't just allow any man near me, and I'd hardly want some braggart who couldn't follow up.

[roseblooms]

You allow the ones with ears and tails near you, I've noticed.

[originallutece]

They're not necessarily a turn-off, believe me. Though I think I prefer red hair to white.

And you'll notice I didn't let him play with my hair-- though I admit, the circumstances weren't ideal.

[roseblooms]

I keep catching myself wondering, you know, if it's still right to call that a "him", instead of a "me".

There's a lot I don't understand about what I'm becoming. But...we both feel that way, don't we? You with your memories of before, and me with the kitsune.

[originallutece]

I should say I'm a bit more afraid of my other self than you are of yours right now, if you want the truth.