Canon AU Event Log

[lucetimods]

Who: You! And you! And you! But uh, not you.
What: Event shenanigans.
When: Today until the end of the event (April 8th)
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
Summary: It's all right in here
Rating: I want to see a nice clean game. Keep your naughty stuff in the penalty box!

Same deal as always. React to the event! Do things! Have fun! Be excellent to each other.

And remember to correctly tag your characters to the post.

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[herd_effect]

[Well, he's never heard of that one.]

Don't think of it that way. Think of it as...just getting integrated back into the rest of your mind. I'm sure the Malnosso didn't make up your entire personality from scratch. Aspects of you will still remain.

[Which sounds awfully trippy to him, but he thinks that's how this would work, with what little knowledge of psychology he has.]

[fleurdesel]

The Malnosso did not create me. They moved me. I lived an entire thirty seven years in a world, a galaxy apparently not my own. I fought, bled, loved- lost. So much.

[She dips her head, voice low. Shaken.]

I don't want aspects to remain. I want to remain. It isn't fair to give this life back to her- it belongs to me now-

Her name. What is her name? Is she happy at all?

[herd_effect]

None of that existed. I'm sorry to say it, but they invented that.

[He gets up, approaching her in spite of himself and resting a hand against her shoulder. Standard procedure for comforting upset patients or family members, that's all.]

Your name is Adele LeBlanc, and yes, you are happy. You're a remarkably talented surgeon with a lot of friends that care about you. I have...so much respect for you, myself.

[fleurdesel]

They couldn't have- not everything. The world was there before- Luke. Red. Ani- they came from there as well. They cannot all be falsehoods created by the Malnosso.

[Her voice cracks a little, here. Pained and thick with fear. This. This had to be true. She doesn't want to be anyone else. LeBlanc was cold. Distant. And afraid of so much for different reasons.]

But none for me. For her. For LeBlanc. I am...nothing.

[herd_effect]

Then they must have worked off a template.

You are Adele. And when you're back to normal you might very well be able to remember the way you're acting and thinking now. This won't all be gone.

[fleurdesel]

I am Adele Levarre of Naboo. I am a duelist, not as surgeon. A Jedi- in training if not in truth. Not. Whatever it is LeBlanc lives. I am not her. I do not want to be her.

Does she feel what others do as I am able? Does she let herself laugh? Does she love anyone here or in her own world? What is there for her to return to?

[herd_effect]

You have a great, fulfilling life. You don't need to be afraid of going back to it. Just think of this--having this identity for a while--as being something that can enrich it. Consider it a chance the Malnosso are giving you to explore other sides of yourself.

I'd be rather upset too, in your position. Having your mind off in some direction it's not supposed to be is a scary thing. But trust me--it'll be better for you to live as you truly are, with your real memories.

[fleurdesel]

You. You don't understand. This isn't just the past three months Rett. This is my entire life. I've lived. I have real memories. This is real for me. I know nothing of that woman. Only what she has written in her time here before me. As far as I am concerned? I am as I truly should be- I.

[Blast it- She wipes at her eyes and turns her head.]

I don't want to go.

[herd_effect]

I know you think that.

[He lets his other hand fall on her other shoulder, frowning.]

You just have to trust me about this. Don't be afraid.

[fleurdesel]

I don't think that Rett, I know it to be true. With every fiber of my being, every last thread of the Force I am certain that this. This is how I should be.

[She rests her head on his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut. Crying, just a little. A small weakness. It is all she will allow herself.]

I'm dead at the end of the week. How can I not be afraid?

[herd_effect]

[That movement tugs at his heartstrings. He tilts his head, resting it against hers, shifting so that he has his arms about her loosely.] You're not going to die. You'll still be here.

[fleurdesel]

I'll be gone. LeBlanc will be here. I am not her. I have not lived her life, I do not think the way she thinks, I do not feel the way she feels. About anything- about anyone.

[She hiccups. It's mortifying, but better than a sob. Feeling like this- she hates it. She needs something to ground herself and Rett. Rett's here. She curls her arms around his waist and nestles close. Brushes her mind against his, tentatively.]

[herd_effect]

[He shouldn't. He shouldn't, but he has to, to satisfy his own gnawing curiosity.]

...How do you feel about me?

[And no, he doesn't recoil this time.]

[fleurdesel]

[She huffs a soft, watery laugh.]

Let me show you?

[The nudge of her mind against his becomes a little more insistent. Present. She knows it is difficult for those not accustomed to it to notice when she reaches out. But she must be certain. She doesn't want to upset him again.]

[herd_effect]

[His brow furrows as he becomes aware of that. That...odd thing that he's still equating to healing magic, for lack of a better explanation.]

What are you doing now?

[fleurdesel]

Letting you feel what I feel. For you.

[It hovers at the edge, waiting for a yes or no. It was. Easier to show than it was to tell anyone anything. For her, at least.]

But. I need your permission.

[herd_effect]

[He blinks, kind of weirded out by it, but if this is how she wants to do things...]

Um, go ahead.

[fleurdesel]

[His mind is unfamiliar, but brilliant. Not a blazing nova like Luke- not a comfortable flame like Ben's. Definitely not the spitting blaze of Ani's. Something smaller, cooler, but no less light. Crackling with intelligence- with knowledge. Outdated to her by far, yes, but useful. Pertinent. Part of why she respects him so much.

Odd sparks here and there- flares of emotion she cannot ignore. A slight, anxious surge. He's not entirely comfortable with this- low. Slightly acidic. Pity. She's half tempted to pull away at that but- he meant well. means well. She can't fault him for it. Under all of it? A familiar warmth. One she reciprocates. Untrained as his consciousness is her distress will be apparent at least in the peripheral- but mostly?

He will feel that same warmth, that fondness. That bone deep affection for him that he felt for her.]

[herd_effect]

[The sensation is so strange, so potent that he stares, his expression shifting from unease to confusion to wonder before giving way to a smile and a light, disbelieving laugh. She has feelings for him--this version, this aspect of her anyway. Some part of her has feelings for him.

And before he can stop himself he's nudging her head up, pressing his palm to her cheek and just keeping it there, regarding her happily.]

You're--you're great, Adele.

[fleurdesel]

Only great?

[Her eyes stay closed, but she does tilt her head into his palm. Leaning into it much like a cat. Much of the distress vanishes, this. She may be gone in a week. But until then? This life was hers. And for now she's content to wrap that warmth and affection around the bright joy in Rett's mind and cradle it. Bask in it's glow.]

I'm losing my touch, then.

[herd_effect]

More than great. I'm terrible at describing these things.

[He hesitates for a moment, then leans forward and kisses her quickly, shyly on the lips. Perhaps that's a better descriptor.]

[fleurdesel]

[Better. Just a little better. It's a surprise all the same, and too quick to enjoy. She huffs a laugh, and then a pout.]

That's not a kiss, Rett.

[Her palms slide up his back, resting against his shoulder blades. And she leans up on her toes, pressing her lips against his in something slower. Sweeter. With more warmth and movement.]

[herd_effect]

[He locks up a little at first, then finds himself kissing her back, stroking her cheek with his thumb. His other arm winds more tightly around her, pulling her a bit closer.]

[fleurdesel]

[Soft and sweet- terribly old fashioned. She can't help but want a little more from the kiss. Step closer and tilt her head, part her lips for the lightest touch of her tongue against his.]

[herd_effect]

[He snaps back immediately, looking at her as though she just bit him or something. Ick. Oh God. Why was she putting her tongue--]

...Don't do that.