PC: BEAU + CALEB

[headmt]

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[headmt]

[He hands you those. Hold onto them like nametags. While y'all having this sad conversation, Molly is just sorting through the rest of his cards, but he seems a little more ... active, now? The mumbling of empty continues.]

[disreguarded]

[she just looks down at the rumor card, almost confused. why do I hate these so much...]

I remember my brother. [she says absently.] Or - that I have one.

There's a couple people that I don't remember that I don't have very extensive notes on. Seems - weird. To me. If I cared about them I would've written something down, right?

[katzepaw]

[He tucks his Magician card into the pocket of his button down, peeking out so you can see the writing and the image of the red-headed man with the dancing lights.

He glances to Molly and gives him a little smile. What are you doing there? What's coming back? But then turns back to Beau.]

I. . . couldn't say, unless you told me who. Perhaps you thought you wouldn't want to remember just yet?

[headmt]

[He stops what he’s doing in the shuffling after a second, putting a few cards down in a fan shape, looking back up a them after he hears those thoughts.]





Well if you hate them, give it back.

[Oh.]

[disreguarded]

There's the Tsuyukusa guy, and then... Caiman? [she says, to caleb first. except then molly speaks, and immediately:] No.

[holds the card close, not letting go of it. a beat.]

Wait. You're talking.

[katzepaw]

Ah. [Hmm. The ones who took someone from you.] They're both gone, now. I think . . . it would have been hard to know how to write about them. And not important to remember right now.

[But then Molly starts talking, and he turns and looks at him.]

. . . Mollymauk? Mollymauk Tealeaf?

[headmt]

That sounds right.

[He blinks and shakes his head for a second. What are you talking about?]

Yeah—- Sorry. Hangover.

[...]

Hi.

[disreguarded]

[ones who took someone from you - she frowns, but. doesn't reply to it. instead she just keeps her eyes on molly.]

... Do you remember everything? [she sounds sort of envious.]

[katzepaw]

Do you know who she is? Who I am?

[He suspects the answer is no still - some of the emptiness just wore off.]

[headmt]

[Mollymauk. Mollymauk? Weird name. I don’t know. I dont think I like it. What’s a better one ... ]

[Pausing, and then shaking his head at the questions though. But he reaches over to tap the card in Caleb’s chest pocket.]

Magician?

[disreguarded]

[you stop that right now

beau just gives caleb a concerned look.]

[katzepaw]

It is Caleb. But Magician is okay.

[You wanted to remember. Mollymauk. A little strange, but so are you.

He looks at Beau, gives her a little reassuring smile.]

[headmt]

Well that’s rude, calling me strange in your head.

[disreguarded]

[absently she just reaches over to rest a hand on caleb's arm, looking down at her notes.]

Could just call you strange to your face. [flips through the pages...] Or a dickhead. Apparently.

[katzepaw]

It is a good strange. [He says it in a light, mildly joking way, but his expression twists a little, uncomfortable.] We, uhm, are your friends. You cannot remember for the moment, but. . .

[headmt]

Oh. Dickhead seems right.

[He doesn’t seem THAT surprised by this. Unfortunately.]

Sorry, that happens to me sometimes. Sure it’ll come back to me soon.

[disreguarded]

At least I know I'm accurate with my notes. [she's a little amused by this.

she also sort of just. zones out for a second, staring down at said notes. poor caleb, he really is babysitting.]

[katzepaw]

[He really, really is. He keeps forgetting Beau is also headfucked for brief moments because she seems fairly normal.]

It will come back to both of you soon enough.

[headmt]

Well, sure, takes one to know one.

[WOW. This truly is babysitting. It’s going to devolve into baby fights. Anyway, it’s a little awkward because it’s sort of like being at a party with someone who’s sort of an acquaintance, but you don’t exactly know them. So you’re just kinda quiet for a bit.]

... Good friends?

[disreguarded]

[her thoughts are just scribbles, for a second here.]

[katzepaw]

[Looking between both of them, frowning.

This isn't going to go well. This isn't going to work for you.]

. . . Well. To me, you are. And. . . I imagine you would also say so.

[These people don't know you.]

[headmt]

[Wow. Admiring the scribble thoughts! Exciting. And then he sort of perks up for a second, reaching over to poke Caleb in the chest.]

So, what, you both in the Carnival or something? Don't exactly look like Carnival people.

[disreguarded]

Absolutely the fuck not. You're the only clown here. [she says, absently, her thoughts clearing just a little.

a flicker: caleb. bren? no. caleb. molly. not lucien.]

[katzepaw]

[He actually flinches a little at that thought. He's only heard that name in Beau's voice once.]

Not the carnival. Though maybe it is good that you remember the carnival. Do you remember, um. . . traveling on the road without the carnival? Zadash, Alfield, Hupperdook?

[headmt]

[He thinks. And then keeps thinking. The thoughts are sorta like. ????????? so. That's not a GREAT sign.]

Um. Yeah, sure-- obviously. After I left the Carnival and all. Bit of adventuring and all. [He sniffs.] And then of course ending up here in the murder school. Got all that!