[Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....

[ooeeooahah]

AU Information: Ilsa and her sister were kidnapped at a young age, and taken from the human dimension where they were born, to the dimension her father is from. The political opponents who arranged the attack were found and the girls rescued in Ilsa's timeline, but not every rescue is successful. In the alternate timeline, she and her sister were raised as cubi, by a clan that taught that all others were cattle to be driven as the clan willed. She is not a doctor, not a chef, and definitely not a nice girl, this weekend.

[ Friday Morning, 1490 Kramden Road, Master bedroom ]

[ Ilsa is slow to wake, stretching languorously against the one they assigned to her. For all his lack of external emotion, he was good for a steady diet of frustration, embarrassment and confusion.

Breakfast, as they say, was served. ]

[ Friday afternoon, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Drones didn't provide sustenance - there were no emotions, no energy about them. She went to work to keep from being one of them, and after her morning, wasn't really interested in feeding, just pretending to work, looking busy enough for the drones there to leave her alone.

That doesn't mean her aware co-workers were safe. ]

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ The drones are as unpalatable to her as their food is to those that require it.

However, the aware prisoners provide her a smorgasbord of despair, turmoil, frustration and fear.

Delicious. ]

Comments

[rebelcommunion]

[The man who now thinks he's Pushan, doesn't know the meaning of fear or despair. Everything is an adventure, and there's fun to be had no matter what. Even in death, he believes there will be a new adventure waiting.

But he is a little frustrated. All of those kids in the clutches of adults. And they even made him think he was one! But it's fleeting, because he knows he can gather them all together and have fun and show those adults how to really do things!

Speaking of adults, there's one now. He crouches down behind a tree, and then grins and starts throwing stones. He's not throwing them hard enough to hurt, just enough to be a nuisance. Because annoying adults is fun.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ So nice to have a volunteer. Ilsa circles around the target on an inbound spiral. ]

Innnnnteresting....

[ Annoying things that look like adults can be dangerous. ]

[rebelcommunion]

[He spins to keep facing her, but he's laughing and still throwing pebbles at her face.]

I'm the most interesting! Too bad you're not!

[Yeah, he did that all in sing-song like the biggest brat.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She's not moving to intercept the stones, but they are dropping about a foot from her. ]

Skipping stones should be kept to the proper target, little man.

[ Circling in closer, more and more predatory. ]

[Saturday around town]

[fifthtimearound]

[Caroline's not quite the friendly young lady that the original Ilsa befriended. Rather than accepting her new status when her abilities woke up, she rebelled. It's for the best that her abilities haven't been regained. She's now bitter and frustrated, angry at the second universe that seems out to get her.

She's stopped by the bakery after work, picking up something to go with dinner since her worthless drone husband won't do anything to help around the house.]

Re: [Saturday around town]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Bitter black souls have such a sweet aroma, like strong Cuban coffee... Ilsa pauses at the simile, confused that she knows that. It gives Caroline time to get out the door of the bakery.

Ilsa falls in step with her about a block away, and she tests the edges of Caroline's defenses. ]

Something sweet to balance the week, hm?

Re: [Saturday around town]

[fifthtimearound]

[Caroline turns her head slightly to watch the other woman. She has no real defenses to mention, but she does have a healthy dose of paranoia.]

That's the plan. Finish it off with a dry martini and maybe we can pretend this week just never happened.

1490 Kramden Road, master bedroom

[dr_spengler]

[Egon's grown quite used to waking up beside Ilsa, and particularly familiar with the way she likes to wrap herself around him. He's even stopped feeling awkward about it. One might even say he enjoys it. Maybe.

He blinks his eyes awake and slowly turns his head, raising his eyebrows at Ilsa.]

I gather something was reset again. Not that I'm complaining.

Re: 1490 Kramden Road, master bedroom

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa isn't waking up any faster than usual, but she is wrapping closer than usual... and Egon may not be getting enough sleep, considering how tired he may feel. ]

[dr_spengler]

[Egon is no stranger to not getting enough sleep but the suddenness with which it hits him is highly unusual. He doesn't notice it at first and just brushes it off as too many sleepless nights in the lab in a row. He smirks at Ilsa and shifts just a bit, wondering if the movement will cause her to wake up.]

If Tarvek is downstairs he might come looking for you soon.

[ Saturday, early evening, around town ]

[emperor_cowboy]

[Oh, he recognized that face... thought nothing of it and the fellow paused. Oddly much more happy than their previous visit. Not that he knew that... after all, he was always looking on the bright side of things. Long as they fell in his favor. Hol offered a friendly wave and simply walked right on over.

Personal space, what was that?]

Hey, how's it goin'?

Re: [ Saturday, early evening, around town ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Oh, Hol - a succubus with personal space issues? Not likely. Ilsa slides her arm around his waist and purrs. ]

Not a bad night, at all.

[ She's fed well so far today, so she isn't bleeding his emotional energy off right away. ]

Re: [ Saturday, early evening, around town ]

[emperor_cowboy]

[He wasn't... expecting that. Not complaining though! In fact, he goes ahead and wraps her into a hug.]

No? Well, ain't that just wonderful news!

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[shadowflashkick]

-This one, was having a bit of an issue... and it was clearly written on his face. He should have recognized Ilsa and offered her a good day... but as it was, he outright ignored her. To him, at the moment, she wasn't worth the time.-

Re: [ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ The scent of a troubled soul draws her as surely as blood in the water draws a shark. As he passed, her head comes up, with a grin.

Mayfield has been such a fruitful hunting ground, with so many delicious treats.

She follows at a few paces behind, throwing a thread of energy ahead, beginning to sample his emotions. ]

Re: [ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[shadowflashkick]

-He seems oblivious to the fact he's being followed. There was a small stumble in his step and he caught himself. Putting a hand to his head, he struggled to maintain some manner of control.

Poor Charlie was... "malfunctioning"... drifting in and out of his own personality.-

Saturday Afternoon

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[The Captain is patrolling around town in that spandex costume.

He lands and offers her a smile and a wave. There's always sadness in his eyes though that his smile doesn't quite reach.]

How's it going today?

Re: Saturday Afternoon

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa's smile is friendly enough... maybe too friendly? ]

Hey there! Good day just got better.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Glad to be of some help, then.

I've heard people have been acting strange today, though, so you might want to keep an eye out just in case.

[If he notices, he doesn't think anything of it. Or he's oblivious, like usual.]

[gezellig]

Hallo, Ilsa.

[He's polite enough; a friend of Canada's is hopefully his friend, unless it's France or England so. . . he'll wave as he's just leaving the hardware store.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa smiles and falls in step with him. ]

Hey, Holland - working on the Honey Do list today?

[gezellig]

[. . . could be awkward, but. . .]

I just need to fix some locks in the house.

Saturday

[nyanpire]

[Well. Recruiting for the revolution didn't go as well as he had hoped. He was hungry and cranky and just plain having a bad-bad go of it. Who to turn to for comfort? Ilsa. Even in his chopped-up and spat-out memories, Ilsa was nice-nice and yummy-yummy and one of his few favorite people in this town.

So he's just padding around the windowsills of 1490 Kramden, scratching at the glass.]

Ilsa! Ilsaaa! Nyaaaaaaaaa!

Re: Saturday

[ooeeooahah]

[ A cat coming to her? That was odd. She opened the window a crack, not quite enough for the kitten, ]

What is it, cat?

[nyanpire]

Ilsa! It's meow! Nyanpire!

[He's sticking a paw under the windowsill, as if it may possibly encourage her to let him in.]

I wanna eat and I wanna get snuggles and yesterday was BAD and I wanna spend time with Ilsa, nyaa!