[[half interlude/half open post + entropy manipulation: a fatalistic warning]]

[forgethertoo]

FOR EVERYONE

Aornis is mildly irritated. For all everyone in this place talks about fresh starts and second chances, she doles out some measly nightmares and eradicates a few non-essential memories and all of a sudden, everyone is acting as though they've discovered a grand villainous conspiracy. It's irritating because she should feel flattered that she's caused this much trouble with so little action. After all, she can sense it. Every mention, every ping.

The problem is, the current situation doesn't feel evil enough. Would her brother Acheron be proud of her for what she's done so far? No. It's not quite as bad as her brother Styx's "evil deeds" but it all feels rather pathetic. She's well aware that she's the villain of this place, in terms of the narrative. That particular narrative intent is so strong, it's nearly hitting her over the head with it. Although she can't tell who the hero is supposed to be, it is perhaps time to fully step into that role. She is a Hades, after all.

At the moment, she's debating her options. She could just wipe everyone's memory and start fresh. That would be the easiest way to handle this situation. It's a distinct possibility. There's a slight issue with that plan... but she's taking care of it. Aornis is currently rolling over these issues with a Moscow mule somewhere public, if anybody would like to speak with her...


FOR SOMEONE IN PARTICULAR

It's a small coincidence. Very small in the grand scheme of things. In a hallway off to the side of the main area of the mansion, a sheet of paper sits on the floor, undiscovered and unnoticed up until now. Perhaps it was dropped by Susan and Lancelot when they were moving the boxes of papers inside. It's an application for a library card; very nondescript in nature. Name (William Jones), DOB (January 13th), Sex (M), City and State (Boston, MA). The rest is blank as if whoever started filling it out had been interrupted.

Comments

[timebethine]

"I haven't, but I will. Did he offer thee any remedies?"

[forgethertoo]

"He gave me a warning."

[timebethine]

"What warning?"

[forgethertoo]

"He mentioned another resident that I should be wary of... but I don't want to be one to spread rumors."

[timebethine]

"I think I know whom thou meanest," says Laertes, and a dark frown clouds his face. He seems to struggle for a moment, his own discretion warring with a desire for answers--but discretion loses the fight. "Hast thou met him? Does he--thou art a constable; thou wouldst have a sense of ill intent. Does he seem the kind of man who would trouble dreams for sport?"

[forgethertoo]

“I’ve spoken with him a few times. Let’s just say that every narrative has a villain and leave it at that,” Aornis says brusquely, though her tone immediately lifts. “—but I’m taking up your time with nonsense and suspicions. If you came here with a particular task in mind, I’d hate to keep you from it.”

[timebethine]

"I was only returning some books," says Laertes, gesturing to the cart. But he smiles, recognizing a dismissal when he hears one, and says, "It was a pleasure to meet thee, Aornis,¹ although I fear I've turned our conversation toward darker matters. I hope that our next conversation will be happier." And with that, he turns to go.

¹ Ping?

[forgethertoo]

"A pleasure, Laertes. I'll see you around."

[timebethine]

And with that, Laertes departs the library, hoping to any god who's listening that Claudius, Nightingale, and SecUnit have found some sort of useful information.