[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.]

[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.]

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.

[ 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'?

[ 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.-

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?

[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.]

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!