[[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.

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[forgethertoo]

Ugh, Aornis thinks. Not Lancelot. He was such an annoying bore to talk to the first time and she doesn't have the fortitude to deal with that a second time around. She looks at him, making eye contact for a long moment -- then knocks back half her drink and gives him a thin smile.

"Hello."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I don't believe we've met. I am Lancelot." He moves toward the bar, as if to demonstrate that it's not his intent to interrupt or disturb her.

[forgethertoo]

"Oh, I know," is all she says, crossing her legs and taking another sip of her drink.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He casts her a quick glance -- that usually means someone has heard stories, and although he feels it less intensely than he once did, it still sets him on edge. "If you are new here, I am happy to assist," he offers instead.

[forgethertoo]

She gives him a sharp glance of her own. "What do you mean? We've met already."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He frowns a little, looking at her a little more squarely. He does not typically forget a person, but she is definitely not familiar.

After a moment all he says is, "Hm."

[forgethertoo]

"I'm just kidding," she tells him. "I haven't been here for too long and I've been mostly keeping to myself -- but I do know Susan."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah," brightening a little at the mention of Susan. "Well-- welcome. If you know Susan, you probably have all of the knowledge you need at hand."

[forgethertoo]

"I definitely have better knowledge of the bar," Aornis says. Her words don't have as much bite to them as they did at the start but she's clearly not creating much of an opening to continue the conversation.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot finally turns his attention to making his own drink. To Aornis he says, "That's a fine enough diversion."

[forgethertoo]

"Though apparently a dwindling one," Aornis says pointedly, meaning the effects of Dark.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye-- thus I am being sparing. That's caused no small anxiety, I think. For this place to have changed its behavior."

[forgethertoo]

Aornis carefully turns her glass in her hands. "What do you think is causing it?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I am sure I could not say," simply. "We know not why the monthly events happen. Perhaps it is just natural, here. Just the seasons."

[forgethertoo]

"Just the wind, blowing us into different bodies?" Aornis asks, lightly.

[lanselos_du_lac]

His mouth quirks downward, "My lady, I am no expert in magicks."

[forgethertoo]

"Me neither," Aornis says, with a shrug. She finishes her drink and stands up.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot gives her a considering look, and then -- he doesn't quite shrug, but he does say simply, "Good day."

Then he turns his attention back to his task.

[forgethertoo]

Without a second glance, Aornis leaves the room.