[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

[gezellig]

Not Canada's.

[And that's why he's not despairing as much as he could be. Still, what if it was only a matter of time before Canada's animals were gone. . . ]

[ooeeooahah]

Ah, so she's just walkabout...

[ She seems distracted. Ilsa has not pulled on the energies from a nation personified, before. ]

[gezellig]

[While he's a nation, Holland still has a human body. The one thing Mayfield has never let him have back is his nation body. He'll give Ilsa a grim nod.]

I wouldn't want to . . . I mean, I just hope I see her again.

[Must not give feelings. . .]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is... a little disappointed at first, not finding any differences, but then he's stepping on those feelings in reaction to Canada's disappearance. Another tendril seeks out that nest, and pokes about to see what gets stirred up. ]

If her things are still here, most likely. You could see if Kumarie would help keep you company while you wait for her.

[gezellig]

She's not the best company.

[Almost a sigh. He's definitely feeling more sad about the fact that she's gone, as well as his notdaughters. A pang of sorrow sticks him when he thinks that since none of Hilda's pokemon are in the house anymore, she may be gone for good, like Hilbert.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ah, sharp sorrow! Ilsa drinks it in, savoring it like a fine dry wine. As they walk, he may be getting a bit tired. Odd, for a man who eschews the car for his bicycle so often. ]

But you are taking care of her while Meg is gone, yeah?

[gezellig]

[He does feel tired, but it isn't a new feeling. When he thinks on the drones, worrying that they may not have gone home after all, but are simply brainwashed, or trapped somehow, it's wearying. ]

It's what I can do.

. . . it's hard to tell what's happening to the town today.

[ooeeooahah]

[ A guileless smile (or as close as she can manage), ]

Something wrong today? I hadn't noticed.

[ Hmm, a little nibble of worry to go with the sorrow, delicious! ]

[gezellig]

It's pretty obvious.

[Hadn't noticed? Really? That's the smallest inkling, to Holland, that something might be wrong with her too. And that's when he moves away from the touch on his arm.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ The drain on his energy steps down just a touch when she loses physical contact with him, but it doesn't go away completely. ]

Something wrong?

[ Other than something nibbling at your emotional reactions? ]

[gezellig]

I'm fine.

[Sigh. This tiredness. ]

Are you okay? [And because he isn't someone to mince words.]

Something seems off.

[ooeeooahah]

Same as I ever was.

[ Except she was raised to have a totally different mindset. She steps forward to touch his arm again. ]

Are you feeling well?

[gezellig]

[There's plenty there for her to feed on; sadness, and now there is mistrust along with dismay and frustration towards the town for doing this to the people he thought he knew.

So when she touches him, he'll feel, tangibly, more weary, tired. And this time he's moving his arm away more purposefully, forcefully.]

Not well at all, no.

[Such a frown she gets.]

[ooeeooahah]

Maybe I should see you home?

[ Maybe he should run, morelike. ]

[gezellig]

No.

[He'll be making a little more space between them.]

I hope you get better.

[ooeeooahah]

I'm feeling... quite fine.

[ She attempts to close the distance between them. ]

[gezellig]

You're not, it's easy to see even if you can't.

[When she does, he'll make the mistake of holding out a hand, bracing it against her shoulder to keep her at a distance.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She smiles, and wraps her arm around his. This time, she isn't being cautious, and the drain is more evident with physical touch. ]

Perhaps I am right for the first time in a long while....

[ Her smile does not seem at all friendly. ]

[gezellig]

[At the sudden tiredness and dizziness Holland will pull away hard, even struggling out of her touch. He had no idea what she was doing or why, but he'd fought in Mayfield before and he'd fight again, even against those he knew.]

Don't touch me!

[ooeeooahah]

You don't look well at all, sweetie.

[ And still she advances on him, without caution. ]

[gezellig]

Because of you!

[And with that he's reaching for his bike, getting on . . . only to find that his balance is suffering a bit, still dizzy. He has to step down to stop himself from losing control of it, and ultimately he drops it and everything he bought from the hardware store. He'll turn to face Ilsa one more time.]

You need to stop!

[ooeeooahah]

If you say so...

[ She giggles, and gives him a kiss on the cheek, pulling one last surge of energy from him. ]

Take care!

[ She leaves him on the street. ]

[gezellig]

[The kiss is enough to drop him to his knees, dizzy. It's about all he can do to gather his things, pick up his bike, and walk it back home.

And then he'll sleep for a good, long, time. Ilsa, they need to have a talk about this.]