Event Log: January, Return to Dorchacht

[faileas]

Event Log: January, Return to Dorchacht

I. A Tarnished Reality The teleporter to Dorchacht becomes operational by the 4th and the ambassadors return to their city with the first open, ceremonial operation of the device - along with any Mirrorbound who wish to join them, and Theodore Rosethorne and Sowilo, who make the trip as representatives of the Coven to ensure that all is well. Those who missed the first teleportation, never fear! Now that both waypoints are functional, Mirrorbound and others may travel freely between Aefenglom and Dorchacht at any point they choose to. Notably absent from the group, though - most of the Dorchacht refugees originally smuggled into Aefenglom. Only three or four are going back with the ambassadors, and they're primarily Witches. The rest have chosen to stay. Upon return to Dorchacht, it's obvious that some major changes have been made with the new regime. The sky is overcast, but it's merely fault of the weather at this time of year - the oppressive fog that used to hang over the Black City is gone, along with its effects on the natural lunar cycle. The auction blocks, damaged in the fires of the event the locals now call "The Rising", have been fully torn down, not a trace of them left to sully the streets. Where the triple stars of the Resistance used to be worn in secret, a majority of citizens now bear them openly (and in many cases, proudly) on pins and on clothing. In fact, any Witches who do not display the triple stars on their person somewhere, are generally regarded with suspicion, disgust, or fear unless they're recognized as Mirrorbound Witches - careful not to be mistaken for a Drummond sympathizer. The Monster citizens won't be outwardly cruel to any Witches, but will be somewhat fearful, hurrying their children along or crossing the street to get away. Recognizable Mirrorbound, those who were there during The Rising and before, are treated a bit like celebrities on the streets, though any Mirrorbound are given a warm welcome, albeit a little less warm for Witches. Storytellers share tales of how diplomats treating one another, Witches and Monsters alike, as equals so publicly and openly within Dorchacht gave them hope that such a life is attainable, or how a band of Mirrorbound snuck into the city under the cover of darkness and helped give their Resistance a leg up in the good fight against Drummond's extremists. Others share stories of being rescued from burning buildings or cruel Witches during The Rising by brave heroes. Many of these tales are shared in the form of song, as homage to those Mirrorbound who brought hopeful music to Dorchacht through the radio, which is still operational and playing a selection of music with a little more variety. Still a bit soft, their speakers and songs are, but as time passes, they grow a little more experimental, branching out from the lullabies that used to be played. Overall, the Black City is much less black these days, a little greener and brighter from the plants left by Mirrorbound before. Where the old Dorchacht could take your breath away with its feeling of barred oppression, many of those barricaded windows have been opened, reinforcements on the doors broken down. Though things are never perfect after a revolution, and it's clear that the work continues. Armed Resistance guards patrol the streets in trios, normally two Monsters and a Witch, to keep the peace. Their first priority is the protection of Monsters, many of whom still seem anxious and scared as they go about their days - not of the guards themselves, who they often greet with smiles, but of the Witches and humans they pass on the streets. In some cases, keeping the peace means breaking up fights between their own and those humans and Witches who do not want to accept Monsters as their equals, and in some cases it means putting Drummond sympathizers in their places with intimidation and force. While they do their best to keep skirmishes out of Mirrorbound sight, it's clear that despite the improvements, Dorchacht is still no utopia, and the road to a true peace is fraught with speedbumps. As noted, characters are free to travel between Aefenglom and Dorchacht by teleporter as often as they'd like! The waypoints will remain open even after this month and travel will be unrestricted; we will note if this situation changes in the future. Dorchacht quests are also now available ICly!

II. A Few Alterations a. The Coven Major changes are still underway. One of the biggest that Mirrorbound will notice is that the new administration of Dorchacht have moved the Coven. The old building is in a state of disrepair right now, doors and windows wide open, the interior stripped of trappings. The library has shed its books to somewhere else. The basement where so many horrors took place is abandoned. Instead, a sign has been erected outside it, stating that this center of Drummond's operations will be turned into a museum to remember their unpleasant history, and to memorialize those who lost their lives fighting for freedom. It's still a work in progress, and not high on the priority list when survival and care of the citizens have to take precedence, but inside, characters may still find small shrines set up in various places to Resistance members who died there. Instead, Dorchacht's new Coven is currently based inside an old manor located just a handful of blocks from the town square, and it's a much more informal affair. Magic lessons have continued with Resistance Witches, though the subject matter has changed instead. They experiment with different types of magic based on their own interests, but many are studying plant magic, medicine, and defensive spells that can be used out in the Wilde. Anything that will prove to be practical going forward. Lessons are also open to Monsters now, so they can see what their magical brethren are learning (and know that the compulsion and control spells that Morgana loved so much are no longer being taught). With the Coven being moved, visitors from Aefenglom are offered places to stay either within the manor of the new Coven, or in various empty houses around the city. Stay as long as you'd like, they say, and apologize that the accommodations aren't nicer - reconstruction is still obviously ongoing all over the city, repairing damages from The Rising and the fighting that happened afterward. They don't really have anywhere as nice as the rooms their ambassadors were given in Aefenglom. b. The Walls One of the biggest on-going projects in Dorchacht right now is removing the Monster control spells from the set of enchantments on their city walls. High on the list of priorities is making sure that Monsters can feel safe again, secure in their own minds and bodies. As the spells are made visible, particular sets of runes have to be ground down and smoothed over. A spell is either cast or provided to soften the stone temporarily, and then it's basically going at it with magitech-powered sanders created by Hilda. The particular runes that need to be gotten rid of will be provided on reference sheets - please don't touch the others, they chide! Those are to protect from the Cwyld, and are still very important. While help is welcomed with open arms and enthusiasm at most sections of the walls, those guards posted at one particular small district, guarded with trios of Resistance members at each entrance and warded with alarm magic to warn of escape, turn Mirrorbound away; these runes are being altered, not removed, to help contain unruly Drummond loyalists, they say. The people who now live in that guarded district are all human, whether they're Witches or no, and all refuse to bear the triple stars. "Troublemakers," the guards will explain grimly. "We have to contain them for now. It isn't a perfect solution, but they've hurt people, or tried to hurt people, since Drummond was run out of town." c. Bond Lessons Bonding is a bit of a tricky subject in the new Dorchacht. Many Monsters are afraid of the idea, as it was once used as one of the collars around their necks, but the Circle of Three recognize it as an important way to wean citizens off the lullabies and calming draughts that prevent going feral during full moons. As part of encouraging others to form Bonds, partnerships at the very least the way most Resistance members describe theirs, there are demonstrations and public seminars that pop up around Dorchacht on the regular. They may be as informal as a circle in what's going to be a park or as official-seeming as a talk held inside a shop or lecture hall, but they have one thing in common. Many of the citizens are keen on getting Mirrorbound in on it -- mostly by dragging them in, asking if they have a Bonded, and if they do, they tell the Mirrorbound to talk about their Bonded. They're interested in the ups and downs (but mostly ups) of having one in order to show that if the Mirrorbound are into it, you should be too! They accept all stories but prefer the happy ones - the aim is to encourage their Monster citizens and help them be less afraid of taking that step with Witches. And for those who aren't in a Bond, or decline to talk -- well, they get what amounts to a "flour sack baby" in the form of a Dorchacht citizen of the opposite role of their own (a Monster would receive a human/Witch, a Witch would receive a Monster) that they must hang with for a day, ensuring no harm comes to them, bound by one of the temporary Bonding potions so popular in the Wilders' ranks. (As a note, for the second option, you have free reign of the NPC; do the personalities you find fun, be they cooperative or mischievous, shy or loud, abrasive to your character or someone they can genuinely get along with. They are all willing - no one is being forced into this. No Fae or Dragons allowed for Monster NPCs, unfortunately, as they are still very much not about.)

III. Ahoy Mateys! With Dorchacht opening up again after the last few months of closed off internal fighting, plenty of trading ships' Captains are ready and raring to go build business relations with the new regime and find a new market for some of their wares. There has been increased interest in finding a shorter route to Dorchacht by sea - the teleporter is useful for small groups of people, sure, but it can't handle much cargo. The only problem? Ships are being turned back, barely halfway there, with significant damage to their hulls. Brave individuals looking for a seafaring adventure are asked to come aboard and help the crew navigate tumultuous waters, hopefully figuring out along the way what's causing the damage to previous ships. It's a three day trip to Dorchacht if the waters are kind, and characters can simply teleport back home once there. On board the various ships brave enough to return to the sea, Mirrorbound find the problem halfway through the trip: a colossal squid that's made it home at this point, thrashing ships that come too close to its den. While uninfected, it does have injuries on its body, which may be the source of its lashing out. The ships are able to bring themselves close enough for longer ranged attacks, and the Harpy on board are careful not to be captured by the churning waves caused by the thrashing, but there's others who want to seek a less violent mean to end this surf and turf conflict. Killing, healing, subduing, or relocating it are all valid options, but getting in close to do any of those will be difficult, as it has a tendency to ink up the waters around it and reduce visibility to nothing. Be careful of any creatures swimming around that are interested in the weakened squid as well, such as various carnivorous fish, sea-plants, and things that appear alike to Merrow, but rely only on instinct. The Merrow cannot be spoken to, nor are they infected; the Captains of the ships will explain that they're "wild", and refer to them as distant cousins to the Merrow that sparsely populate Aefenglom itself.

IV. Back At Home Back in Aefenglom, the stir caused by the Circle of Three's arrival takes time to calm. It's the talk of the town for days - many seem happy about Morgana Drummond's apparent demise. "Good for them," is the general sentiment in the residential areas more populated by Monsters and the Harbor District. They're glad to know that things are on the way up there. Others think this is a boon; should anything happen, now Aefenglom has an ally city to stand with them, one in their debt. Others still don't really care either way, and go about their lives as if nothing's happened. The refugees, in their neighborhoods on the far reaches of the Haven, seem happy to hear news from home and find The Dragon/Starlight/Fafnir freed, and while a few of them choose to return to Dorchacht, having never put down roots in Aefenglom, more still don't wish to leave the homes and families they've formed here, or the Mirrorbound who have helped them so much over the months. Some even doubt that things are as good as they say, and choose to remain for that reason - slavery and ill treatment from the upper class in Aefenglom instilled in them a sense of (well-earned) paranoia regarding the intentions of Witches, especially those back home. They hear that things have changed, but don't necessarily want to find out for themselves. Even still, the mood is upbeat, with a general consensus that if Morgana is really gone, that's at least a solid step in the right direction. In the Aristocratic District, though, the atmosphere is sour. The general sentiment is that they wish the refugees would have left with those ambassadors. The kinder ones think Aefenglom should focus on its own citizens - the people from the Outer City brought in to weather the blizzard have never left, after all, still living in the neighborhoods with the refugees. Those who are more vocally outspoken about the Mirrorbounds' presence in the city think they should have all left to Dorchacht. Let another city shoulder all the misfortune they bring with them! Many of the people grumbling about that are ones who were directly affected by the Mists back in October, either through temporary changes themselves or through being attacked by ferals. Some of the more hot-headed young people try to spread this message - through graffiti, on homes and businesses in the Haven and the refugees' district, though if caught, they're quick to run away and not willing to enter into a confrontation. The graffiti is wholly mundane and not particularly difficult to remove, just unpleasant, telling Mirrorbound and refugees alike to "go home" or "go back to Dorchacht", in so much colorful language. Seems there's still some work to do at home, as well.

Welcome to your establishing post for the current situation in Dorchacht! This log takes place through the entire month; characters can come and go as they please. As always, you can direct all your questions HERE. This month we're also putting up a City Tracker for PC actions, both in Aefenglom's plot later on and Dorchacht's log here. Let us know what your character is doing, good or bad! The cut-off for the tracker is February 3rd.

Comments

[onamissile]

[Mello has never had anyone, let alone two people, show such concern for him. His initial reaction is a frown: he's offended to the nth degree. Doesn't understand why it was necessary for one of them to come in here, let alone both. So he's sick. So he needs a shower. This doesn't require assistance.]

[And, well. Alex has never seen him so vulnerable. It throws his pride off-kilter; doesn't matter that she's older. Mello is a fucking warrior; he doesn't require assistance. But "I'm fine' has already been thrown out there, and neither of them are listening.]

[So he'll play the game. Just to get this over with.]

I told you that I was fine.

[Bitter. Still, he takes her hand. It's comforting, honestly. Sinks down to sit beneath the shower's cold assault, and it's so nice, knocking him out of an overheated, nauseous state. Even as he accepts her offer, he looks to L. L doesn't need to see this. Mello is supposed to be taking care of him.]

[One knee, then the other. Slips his legs out to sit. He'll have an excuse for this later, he's sure. There's nothing solid left in his stomach to vomit; M will just get through this situation as it comes. No one here means him any harm.]

L.

[Linden. Fuck. His mind isn't where it should be, right now. All the same, it can just be a nickname for the false name L has taken on, here.]

You know I'm okay; you have the medical education.

[Or at least he assumes L does. He looks at his mentor with pleading eyes as the freezing water pelts his bare flesh.]

Tell her I'm not in danger; she worries.

[Yes, he realizes that he's speaking about Alex as though she isn't even there.]

[hearthebell]

[There's some kind of impasse, here, and possibly not the one that Mello is primarily concerned with. Just being perceived as "not OK" would be humiliating, but this is a situation where, to Alex's knowledge at least, drugs and alcohol could be to blame, or something far more serious. Given the budding relationship between the two of them, her concern is extremely justified, and assuaging it would mean coming clean about the pills and opening a new can of worms.

Which is worse? She already knows about the alcohol, and so telling about the pills wouldn't be such a stretch in theory... but at the same time, that would open up an entirely new can of worms. Serious drug use is less of an explanation and more of an alarm bell.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, self-soothing because no one else is going to put his mind at ease in these harried moments.]

He's not in danger. He overindulged.

[L should have been the one to test those pills, whatever the effect. The fact that Mello actually did seems practically predatory, and even though Alex basically dragged him in here, he recognizes after the fact that it's probably appropriate that he is here. Considering.]

If you want to stay where you are, just now, it's alright, but we're not going.

[There's a lot about those pills they don't know, after all.]

It would go a long way toward assuaging worry.

[sing_for_me]

[ The touch of his wet hand brings out the black scales on her own. She helps lower him down, only letting go once he’s situated.

Fine? Bullshit. But M was proud, she knew that. He’d probably rather pass out and crack his head open than admit to needing assistance. That part of him frustrated her.

She hears Linden’s explanation. She knows the translation. Alex knew drunks, she lived and cared for one for years. This was more than that. ]

What else did you take?

[ Her voice was a little firmer, backing up Linden’s statement of not leaving M alone. ]

[onamissile]

[The look he throws L is enough to set buildings aflame; he knows Mello will be fine, because Mello's always been fine. He was fine when L up and fucking died, when he took off on his own, when he entered an underworld that was way over his head, when he integrated, when he survived and became something of an issue, himself.]

[This? Is trivial.]

[He presses his forehead against his knees shortly thereafter, exhaling a long, slow, breath.]

If the two of you want to stare at me naked in the tub, you could've asked before now, [he mumbles into one knee; he doesn't have the mental fortitude to keep debating the seriousness of this with either of them.]

[And Alex, oh. Curious, intuitive thing; Mello will lie to her over time — has probably lied to her in the past — but right now, what's the point? The girl's not stupid. Unfortunately. He peels his head up just long enough to look her in the eye, and she'll find his barely focused. Dull.]

Something to help me sleep. [An understatement.] Something for pain.

[He's not revealing the why of it; let her think he made the decision to get high. No one needs to know any more about L than they already do.]

[hearthebell]

[Daggers and armageddon sear through the tepid water; Mello can glare when he has a mind, and even L isn't immune to just how fearsome the effect is. His peripheral vision catches a glimpse of Alex's black scales, and she's canny, reading between the lines in a way even L didn't anticipate.

Most people would assume that he'd meant alcohol when he'd used the word "overindulged." Alex's soft, simple intonation is infused with her life experience, the things she's witnessed, the unpalatable truths that run beneath the rot.

It's rot that L put there, he's inclined to think. Mello should have just passed the pills off to him, but no; someone caring for his wellbeing has resulted in them getting hurt. Why did he let Mello as close as he did? Even now Mello's trying to protect him, losing face in front of a girl he's interested in, and L sighs. This is exhausting and painful.]

They were intended for me. He tried them to make sure they were safe.

[It's sounds dull and flat, but honest. Not screwing this up for Mello probably means not allowing his girlfriend to think that he's some reckless junkie who wants a shortcut to oblivion.]

[sing_for_me]

[ Alex chooses to ignore M's comment for now, not really the time to be flustered nor was it anything she wasn't used to. Her concern is with what he said about sleep and pain, and before she can ask him about it more, Linden gives a different explanation.

She turns to him this time, a little surprised by what he said. It sounded like those stories of people who would taste test the food of kings to make sure there wasn't poison in them. Was this really the level of reverence M had for Linden? He was willing to do something so risky, then even try to frame it like it was some brash mistake?

But really, how could she fault something that came out of caring for someone else? ]

Probably not with alcohol...

[ Though she suspects they know that. Sometimes knowing doesn't really stop one from doing certain things. ]

You should go lie down after this. Both of you.

[ She won't rub it in this time, their reasons for doing so not being something she feels she had a right to tread upon. But that didn't mean she was going to leave them to their own devices. ]

Is the water helping?

[onamissile]

[Really, Mello would prefer to shower and vomit alone; this level of attention isn't the type he would seek out under any circumstances. L is watching him being doted on by a female; Alex is seeing him at his weakest. Neither of these things are going to do much for his image, are they?]

[So he'll take control, because that's what he does. Even in his most fickle moments, Mello takes pride in bending situations to his liking. He's silent as he seals the plug, switches the water over from a rainshower to a steady stream to fill the bath. He'd prefer to be in here, because, well.]

It's helping, yea.

[Whether L wants to stick around for this or not is entirely up to him. Sometimes, Mello is spiteful. Now is one of them.]

I'll lie down when I'm ready. [He cranes his neck a bit.] Linden, don't ever do that again. If I wanted her to know what they were for, I would have told her.

[Ass.]

[When he looks back at Alex, his eyes soften.] You like the water.

[Of course she does.]

Come in?

[hearthebell]

[A rare blink interrupts L's pale features at Mello's words. Otherwise, he's guarded, their Bond closed and blunted by the imbalance of power and how it got that way. People who are allies cover for each other when they're trying to save face; it had been L's aim, but it had backfired, and while he may have been in the wrong, he believes it all hinged on Mello underestimating Alex's ability to sniff out the truth. Confronted by two children with chocolate on their faces claiming that the cookie jar emptied itself, he's rescued Mello from insulting her intelligence further, hasn't he?]

She'd have found out.

[He says so quietly, almost carelessly, as he turns to go collect his pills. Before he does, though, he glances back and pointedly addresses Alex.]

Will you be alright, alone?

[sing_for_me]

[ There was something in the way that M spoke to Linden that didn't sit right to her, especially when he could speak so nicely to her. All Linden did was explain things to her. ]

And you didn't want to tell me. So someone had to.

[ Her brow furrows, starting to feel a little frustrated. Especially when he offers a seat in the tub. A body of water like that was like putting alcohol in front of an addict--- But she shakes her head, fighting off the urge to jump in. ]

Neither of you should be alone right now.

[ She stands to open the door, giving her a good view of the living room. ]

Linden, stay on the couch for now. When M is done, we'll get you both to a room.
.

[onamissile]

[The way Mello's eyes narrow is both directed at his Bond and Alex. He's been on his own since he can remember; he can handle himself. Right now, he's sitting in a tub surrounded by his Bond and the girl he fancies, and.]

[It's preferable. Even through the awkward exchanges, this is. Nice. He slips a wet hand up Alex's arm without permission, sets his eyes on his mentor.]

This could go much more smoothly than it is, you know.

[He suggests it with a wolfish grin. Despite his life experience, Mello is still not even twenty, and his mind tends to wander to places they shouldn't when he doesn't have a direct enemy distracting his train of thought.]

Linden.

[He tips his head.]

You don't need to leave us alone.

[Besides, who knows how many pills L will take, given the circumstances.]

And you, [He addresses Alex with soft eyes. Quite a difference from his and L's interactions. A knee splashes in the water; he runs a thumb over her skin idly.]

You don't need to take care of me. I don't want that from you. You understand, yea?

[hearthebell]

[Oh, great. Conflicting commands, and L doesn't particularly want to obey either of them. Maybe he wants to be alone. Maybe he wants to do the opposite of what both of them want, just as a matter of principle. But that takes more energy than he has, more adamant willpower than he's possessed in weeks.]

I don't need to be present for any sort of private moment between the two of you.

[The couch is starting to seem like a preferable, compromise really. Is Mello trying to make him jealous, by lavishing attention on Alex and making sure he's there to watch? Or can all this be chalked up to drug interactions?]

I'll be nearby in case things get out of hand.

[For now. He turns to brace his hand on the door frame.]

[sing_for_me]

[ The more water comes in to contact with her skin, the more scales start to emerge. Another time this may have flustered her, or she could wave off, something...but they way this whole situation was going, how he used such a soft expression against her, was only frustrating her more.

No, M, she didn't understand. She didn't really know what it was M wanted from her. ]

I do it because you aren't...[ Because he's someone she cares about. ] And you think it's the time for this?

like M has been trying to keep in control of everything, yet all it has done was remind Alex that he really is still young. Her other hand goes over his, gently removing it from her arm. ]

I'll wait for you by the door.

[ She looks at Linden this time, no, there would not be a private moment. This way, she could also watch out for him. They wouldn't be getting rid of her, but this way she was still giving them space. ]

[onamissile]

[No, this isn't an attempt to provoke jealousy from his Bond; Mello knows better. It's pettier than he's willing to go, and besides: he doesn't think it's possible for L to feel jealousy where Mello is concerned. But he's currently more interested in the delicate, new pattern of scales which replace Alex's flesh.]

[Might be the pills, might be because Mello is a curious thing. But it's fascinating; he runs an index over the ridges of one before she ends contact, and — ]

[Mello is alone in the filling tub with water running over him; it does almost nothing to assuage his discomfort. He knows this: he's seen it in someone close to him before. He'll be high, he'll get sick, he'll refuse to eat. Sleep instead. Wake and insist he's fine when his eyes are still glassy and his focus quite off.]

[When he cranes his neck to look at the both of them, his gaze is nearly dead. Reflective of how he remembers L looking at him all of the time, and this isn't the time to feel anything.]

[This is an uncomfortable situation that shouldn't be at all.]

I'm fine.

[How many times has he said it? Never. Once. A million. He doesn't know. He rubs a soaked hand over his face, kicks the shower off with a foot. The water calms, and it will be so easy to get lost in it, really. When does Mello ever really take the time to just stop and breathe?]

I don't need nannies, yea. [He doesn't mean to offend. If anything, he's offended.] You can close the door behind you.

[He trusts that L will treat their guest with decency.]

I'll be out later.

[When? No clue.]

[hearthebell]

[It's a mess, all of it, and L feels acutely trapped here. He can't leave while Mello is potentially in danger; though his Bond with the younger man would alert him to it at once, it's growing increasingly apparent that Alex has no intentions of simply letting him walk out, though he'd prefer nothing more. He's wearily resigned, rather than childishly petulant about the fact, as he makes his shuffling way back to the couch and plants himself firmly on the cushion covering the pills Mello brought back with him.

He speaks up, addressing Alex.]

Whether or not you close the door... it's up to you. We're Bonded and I won't allow any harm to come to him.

[She might not have had the time to grow to trust him, but there is a somber hollowness to his words. They are the truth.]

[sing_for_me]

[ She sighs at M's comments, but doesn't add on to it, closing the door behind her but not shut, leaving it slightly cracked open so she can at least hear when M gets out.

She has half a mind to ask Linden, in that case, who's looking after him in his current state? But she doesn't, walking over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, then bring it over to him by the couch. ]

How are you feeling..?

[hearthebell]

[He glances up, seeming surprised that she's bringing him water, but more so that she's asking that particular question. It's one he doesn't hear very often.]

...tired.

[He doesn't know if he could quite sleep. But there's a soul-deep exhaustion he's been subjected to constantly lately, isn't there?]

I suppose I should thank you, for remaining as a vigilant regulatory presence.

[sing_for_me]

You're..having trouble sleeping?

[ Something had to be up if he was resorting to all of this after all. ]

I'm not...really. M still does what he wants, and I'm not always around for it.

[ It worried her sometimes, since it felt like he feared nothing.

Her gaze falls back to Linden at that thought.

Almost nothing. ]

You're...his mentor, right? Or well..he seems to look up to you a lot.

[hearthebell]

[He raises and lowers a thin shoulder in a noncommittal shrug. He always has trouble sleeping, as a committed insomniac, and it blends seamlessly into a life he's learned to live that way until he sort of just falls over, and the process repeats itself.

He lives absolutely dysfunctionally. Up until recently it never had to affect anyone else. This is really all so inconvenient.]

Does it seem that way?

[There's no real affectation of surprise. He knows that it does.]

[sing_for_me]

...That you have trouble sleeping or about M..?

[ He didn’t seem like much of a talker, so Alex could only guess. ]

You look really tired. And..It’s the way M talks about you.

[ He only spoke of him once, but it was the most emotion she’s seen him show. ]

[hearthebell]

[L had meant Mello... but it sure does say something about the way the man looks, the way chronic and constant exhaustion spanning years has carved its mark on his body. Alex can't fully take her focus away from it, seemingly, and L grinds his teeth softly as he considers whether or not he wants to know how Mello talks about him.

He doesn't, he finds. He just nods, accepting it without needing to like what it means for the way Mello still insists on viewing him after so many years and a world behind them both.]

I hope you'll give me a chance to introduce myself on my own terms. I'll afford you the same courtesy, of course.

[sing_for_me]

[ That makes her pause. He had a point. All she really knew about him was the very little M had told her about. With all the craziness that just happened, she has yet to properly get to know him. ]

I’d like that. And I am sorry for...barging in and just doing what a I wanted.

[ No matter how good her intentions, she did just start bossing them around and being nosy. ]

[hearthebell]

[He shakes his shaggy head, dismissing the apology as unnecessary.]

He mentioned to me that you came around at times. In truth, it may take some time for me to get past the feeling that I'm the one intruding.

[It might never happen, regardless of how much Mello wants him here.]

[sing_for_me]

Really..?

[ It's kind of an odd thing to hear, all things considered. They're the ones with a much deeper relationship. ]

I think I'm more of the intruder, really. I just come to check on him every now and then.

[ At least, after the whole incident with Linden before. Which Alex isn't going to say or point out. ]

I'm just nosy.

[ M had been rather patient with her when it comes to her fussing, and she can't help it. ]

I do hope that feeling passes for you though. I don't want to make you uncomfortable..

[hearthebell]

We see things differently, but... we're different people, so it's somewhat inevitable.

[Maybe not the hottest take ever, but he's tired, has a headache from drinking, and wants to sample the stash under his seat for some sweet oblivion.]

It takes a fair amount to make me uncomfortable. Should you pass that point... I'm sure you'll know.

[sing_for_me]

....You seem uncomfortable right now.

[ And while Alex had initially thought it was because of her, she has a feeling that was happening before she came through that door. ]

Or well..earlier.