Not the girl next door or a girl from France (Open RP)

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

It was early in the morning, perhaps an hour or so past sunrise (two hash marks on the Fantasyland sundial), and Miss Mrs Una Persson was out looking for ... something. She'd woken up from a vivid dream with the conviction that she really needed to find a Royal Albert gent's bicycle. Of course, as the dream faded, she couldn't remember why that could possibly important. But by then, she was already halfway across the park.

Well, sod.

Nothing for it, she decided, but to get something to eat and figure out what to do with the new day.

((Any and all are welcome to chat with or bother her at any point in the day.))

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[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Riskier than being dead?" he asked, a little flatly. "Murdered, at seventeen?"

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

She had to grant him that point.

"I suppose it depends on whether or not you believe that there is a fate worse than death," she said. "And I don't say that to be flippant. People have ended up mad, lost, no memory of who they are. Alive, yes, but shattered." She hesitantly reached out a hand, but didn't quite make contact, waiting for him to permit it. "I'm not saying you're wrong to want to save her," she said. "I just want you to know what you're asking."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Lilly's a force of nature. I mean, I'm not saying it'd be great to be dumped into, like...post nuclear-apocalypse-world, or whatever, but. It's kind of...why I think I'd better talk to her about it, if there's any possibility." He looked up, and - noticing her outstretched hand - smiled a little wryly, with a bit of wobble. "Not that she'll necessarily take me seriously on the subject. She doesn't, in general. But I, I owe her anything I can do."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

She let her hand come to rest on his shoulder, very gently. "Jerry destroyed people, almost destroyed worlds to save his sister," she said. "There's always a price, Logan. And I make no promises. I don't know what I can do, if anything at all. Just ... think about what I've said, all right? And if there is anything that I truly believe I can do, I will tell you. That, I do promise."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"...How would destroying worlds even happen?" he asked, semi-diverted from old guilt for a moment. "You don't need to promise...I'm not asking for you to, like, beat anyone up for me, or for her. Or to give up your place on a lifeboat or fork over your life savings or...or anything. Maybe just, I don't know, spend a couple spare hours sometime doing 'Multiverse Travel: an Introductory Workshop for the Desperate and Overconfident.' I know there's always a price, believe me."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Anything can happen with sufficient diversion of energy," she said. It's a tasty world. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to come off so heavy-handed. It's hard not to, after all this time. I'll talk to her, if you want. After you've done. It's the least I can do."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

He nodded, then cocked his head and smiled quizzically at her. "'Least you can do'? You don't owe me anything."

Although.

Logan didn't seek out other people's secrets, unless he thought they affected him or were likely to affect someone important to him. But he wasn't unobservant, and Una hadn't been exactly as...circumspect about having some association with Logan's nearest neighbor. He didn't know what it meant, but.

If any of this showed, it was only in a faint flicker in his eyes, and the lighter tone in which he added, "Even if you did, it's not like most people care about paying off that kind of balance. I just thought it'd be something to do."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

She met the quizzical look with one of her own. "Oh, I was just speaking in terms of what I'm capable of. Although if there was something I did owe, I should certainly want to set it straight." This last said lightly, as a joke, although she did wonder if there was something specific he was getting at.