Margot Sullivan [OC] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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mayfield_rpg2012-10-23 04:15 am
allwehad) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-10-23 04:15 am
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[phone]
[The only thing Margot has left is the eyepatch and the scars beneath it. Her magic is gone, the duster, the necklace... Everything.
Margot has always been a strong person with everything she’s been through and can tell that something is wrong. None of this is right. There are conflicting memories battling for her attention in her head, things that don’t add up, a feeling of being displaced.
There is a part of her that needs affirmation and she turns to the phone lines, not sure who or what to trust in this situation. From an earlier conversation, though, she knows that she’s not alone in this feeling and maybe someone else out there can help.
She sounds like she’s in a lot of pain as she speaks through gritted teeth, but she wants answers and she wants them now.]
My name is Margot Gumshoe -- no. No, that’s not right. Sullivan. I-I never married, but I am here. Here in Mayfield, but not at -- at home. This isn’t home.
I have a sister, but she’s dead. She died near five months ago, but I saw her just yesterday at the grocery store. How is that... how is that possible?
[The headache is so severe here she feels like she’s going to vomit and has to stop for a few moments. Mayfield is wonderful, you love it here, you don’t want to leave, you can’t leave, you’re all trapped, TRAPPED.]
I’m fighting in a war, but it’s been over for a few years now, hasn’t it? The World War? But that’s not -- they're not the same ones.
[There’s a frustrated noise.]
This headache won’t go away... Is this what going crazy feels like? Like you’re being torn in two?
I don’t know what’s real anymore.
Margot has always been a strong person with everything she’s been through and can tell that something is wrong. None of this is right. There are conflicting memories battling for her attention in her head, things that don’t add up, a feeling of being displaced.
There is a part of her that needs affirmation and she turns to the phone lines, not sure who or what to trust in this situation. From an earlier conversation, though, she knows that she’s not alone in this feeling and maybe someone else out there can help.
She sounds like she’s in a lot of pain as she speaks through gritted teeth, but she wants answers and she wants them now.]
My name is Margot Gumshoe -- no. No, that’s not right. Sullivan. I-I never married, but I am here. Here in Mayfield, but not at -- at home. This isn’t home.
I have a sister, but she’s dead. She died near five months ago, but I saw her just yesterday at the grocery store. How is that... how is that possible?
[The headache is so severe here she feels like she’s going to vomit and has to stop for a few moments. Mayfield is wonderful, you love it here, you don’t want to leave, you can’t leave, you’re all trapped, TRAPPED.]
I’m fighting in a war, but it’s been over for a few years now, hasn’t it? The World War? But that’s not -- they're not the same ones.
[There’s a frustrated noise.]
This headache won’t go away... Is this what going crazy feels like? Like you’re being torn in two?
I don’t know what’s real anymore.
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Number 1? Number 2?
....Number 3? (God, I hope not, but that could be useful info to have...)
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But this one was -- was different.
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Call me when you shoot lightning out of a hammer.
...What...? I'm... Sorry, I seem to be having these curious slips of the tongue lately. I don't even know what that meant.
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[Sarcasm what is sarcasm.]
No, no... It's fine. I seem to be doing the same thing myself. Talking about saints and all sorts of strange things.
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Ahem. Are... Are you all right? You seem disoriented and sad.
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Pies are... pretty great, yeah. [Weirdo.]
No, no, I'm fine, it's just... I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be here. Like, this isn't my --
[She abruptly stops as she vanishes. Literally. The phone clatters loudly to the floor.]
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Geez, how rude.]
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Mayfield sure is swell.
[End call]
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[A familiar voice speaks up over the phone, anxiety in its tone.]
Is everything OK? You sound like you're ill...
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Oh! Honey, of course I'm fine. It's probably just... You know what? It's probably just stress from work. Cold and flu season, you know, so we've been a bit busy.
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...A few people from school were in them, but not you.
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[And her head already feels so much better giving into that explanation, too. She sounds much more calm now.]
Hell of a nightmare, though, huh? Dragons and wars and everything...
What did you dream about?
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I had a different family. One of them was a boy from school, but he... died. My mother, too. There was a war going on, just like in your dream, and it turns out that everything was started by another boy from school. And then things went sort of bad at the end.
I feel like I should apologize to that person now for even thinking something like this...
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Dreams are really funny things, aren't they? You can do almost anything in them, it's rather nice...
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But don't you ever want, I don't know, more?
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I've got everything I need here, I think. Family, friends, food, clothes... I don't know if I've ever felt like that.
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What about adventure? And travelling? Seeing and discovering things no one ever has before...
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It's nice reading about that sort of thing and watching exciting television shows, isn't it? ...But I'm not sure. There was a lot of that in the dream last night, and to be honest... it was pretty tough.
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I think -- I don't want to worry you, I'm sorry -- but I think that dream was real and that this place is the dream instead.
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[Lucas's response is automatic, and from the tone of his voice when he speaks next, he's a bit surprised.]
Friends and family. Peace. Safety. That's why... we have to............
...I was dreaming for an awfully long time.
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[The headache is back and in full force, as is the terseness in her voice.]
Lucas, we have to get out of here.
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If I lived for thirteen years in a dream, then... it's over now, isn't it?
Miss Margot, there's nowhere to go to. It's gone.
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And I woke up.
Here.
[The dreamy quality of his voice sharpens slightly as he concludes.]
I can't wake up again. There's nothing to wake up to.
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Then you can come back with me. You can stay with me and -- and Sasha... You'll always have some place to go that isn't here, but don't give in to them, Lucas, you're stronger than that.
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This is... close. But... But it's not...
[He exhales slowly.]
...I can't think, Miss Margot.
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[She passes a hand across her face and has to stop as the battering in her skull intensifies.]
Lucas, honey, where are you? I'm coming over.
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Will you be OK, Miss Margot?
[phone --> action?]
I'll see you in a few minutes, yeah?
[And with that she hangs up the phone, heading over to make sure that he's okay.]
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Mayfield was... close.
It took a great amount of faith to continue to fight Mayfield when the place you were returning to, strictly, might not exist any more. But for his friends, for his family, for his future... He would see it through. ...The problem was that all his willpower was being spent deciding if it was real in the first place.
He opens the door when she knocks, a wan smile on his face.]
Hi. ...Come on in.
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There are things she wants to do, places she wants to see.
Even with Mayfield addling her brain, she knows she doesn't belong here and has to get out. Doing the whole family life thing is something she's never wanted.
Her smile is similar -- tired, stretched too tight. But she comes bearing gifts and holds up a pack of cookies as she crosses over into the living room.]
Brought you a little something.
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Oh, thanks! I'm OK, really - You didn't have to...
[He retreats into the kitchen briefly to grab a plate to put the cookies in before settling down on the couch.]
...It's easier to think about it... indirectly.
[The words are spoken slowly, almost absently - like he's using his own technique. Though the topic is abrupt, it seems like he's been pondering on this for a while.]
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Nope. I had to. That's what friends do.
[She sits down next to him and wraps him in a one armed hug.]
Yeah. Thinking about it as a dream...
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It was a nice dream, in parts.
[He speaks carefully and leans his head against her.]
There was a woman who was supposed to be my mom...... Her name was Hinawa. ...My mom....
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[That one hurt and she visibly winces.]
I don't know what they did to us, but really, we have to keep fighting or --
[That thought is never finished. One minute, Margot is sitting there, the next she is gone completely, vanished into thin air.]
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They pop open when he slams his head against the side of the couch; Lucas springs upright with a shocked exclamation.]
Wha -- What...?! Miss Margot?! Where - Ahh!
[His instinct is to scramble frantically back away from the place where she had been. Even with Mayfield's mind-control, the shock and terror is too intense to overcome.]
Miss Margot? Miss Margot! ...Ghh... Ah... ah...
Margoooot!
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Everyone will still remember Margot, but thinking too hard on her disappearance will lead to more implanted thoughts about how much you love Mayfield.]
((OOC: Margot has vanished! Feel free to finish up threads in this post, or have her vanish part of the way through these threads.]
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[He has a slight headache himself, come to think of it.]
o/
[She shakes her head, not that he can see it over the phone.]
It's just... This feels different. Like that other place is real and this place... this place isn't.
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[Denial. Nations must like to play house.]
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[Margot does not like to play house. Being married blows. :(]