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. . .
[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.]
[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?
[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!
You are remembering now, Beauregard? [Sigh. Then maybe it is worth pushing after all.] We know you from that time, after the carnival. We traveled together.
Not really? Fight or something. These things happen.
[He just seems to sort of genially accept these things, in contrast to the freakouts happening. Can't have been that big of a deal if he doesn't remember at all, right?]
I - I think... [she just looks sort of angry, which isn't new. but she's so sick of being fucked with and being unable to reach her own godsdamned memories that it's practically leaking out of her.]
You weren't. You were with us. [she says, frowning. she holds at the edge of caleb's coat, gears turning in her head.] It was Nott and Caleb, and me and Jester and Fjord, and you and Yasha.
[rubs at her eyes with her free hand. yeah, she's remembering.]
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[You wanted to remember. Mollymauk. A little strange, but so are you.
He looks at Beau, gives her a little reassuring smile.]
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Could just call you strange to your face. [flips through the pages...] Or a dickhead. Apparently.
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[He doesn’t seem THAT surprised by this. Unfortunately.]
Sorry, that happens to me sometimes. Sure it’ll come back to me soon.
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she also sort of just. zones out for a second, staring down at said notes. poor caleb, he really is babysitting.]
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It will come back to both of you soon enough.
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[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?
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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.]
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So, what, you both in the Carnival or something? Don't exactly look like Carnival people.
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a flicker: caleb. bren? no. caleb. molly. not lucien.]
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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?
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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!
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He can't remember us. Any of us. [a little absently, running her finger over the rumor card.] ... Do you remember why you left the Carnival?
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[. . .]
You are remembering now, Beauregard? [Sigh. Then maybe it is worth pushing after all.] We know you from that time, after the carnival. We traveled together.
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[He just seems to sort of genially accept these things, in contrast to the freakouts happening. Can't have been that big of a deal if he doesn't remember at all, right?]
You sure? Pretty sure I was alone.
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You weren't. You were with us. [she says, frowning. she holds at the edge of caleb's coat, gears turning in her head.] It was Nott and Caleb, and me and Jester and Fjord, and you and Yasha.
[rubs at her eyes with her free hand. yeah, she's remembering.]
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That's right.
[And Caduceus, but maybe that's enough for now. Instead, he'll think of an image of Yasha.]
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[That's his only thought about that!]
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there's recognition in her expression, now. just like when she looks at caleb, tiredly.]
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[Looking back and forth at both of them, a little sad, but smiling anyway.]
Maybe we get some sleep, see if it's better in the morning? I was going to stay out here in the tent, maybe.