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[ Who's that girl using her tablet as a mirror? None other than Saint Kitten, who is currently fussing over the state of her blonde curls and humming softly. The more observant ones can probably notice the Adam's Apple, but after a few blinks of wide, blue eyes she realizes that she has, somewhere along the line, pressed transmit. ]

Oh fiddley boodles.

[ That's what you get for being from the 60s. She brightens up anyway: all Irish accent and husky voice and smiles. ] Is this my best side, darlings?

Hello, my fellow captives, it appears I'm back again. I hope to get a flood of beautiful faces weeping with joy at seeing me here once more to brighten up their day.

Do tell fill me in on what's been happening, hnn?

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[Christian pretty much knows he's way out of his league with everything. He doesn't even really know how to use the stupid device that's been given to him, he just knows it talks to him all the time and everything's confusing and-

Well, this is different. The person's different, at least. And okay, maybe Christian needs to get himself out of the hole he's dug himself into and try to introduce himself to someone which is why, sitting on his bed, he's frowning at his tablet, pushing buttons until something works and he can see a small square of his own reflection on the screen.]

Oh! This is so strange. Er, well. Hello.

[He clears his throat and wonders if he looks as confused and dumb-founded as he thinks he probably does. Then removes his hat because he's a gentleman and he's obviously talking to a lady. Even if she does talk funny.]

I don't know about anything else that's happened but I do know that I've just arrived, er. Here. And my name is Christian.

Welcome back, love.

Who are you, again?

Demons, really, that's what's been on everyone's mind. I'd say welcome back, except I'm not quite sure it's appropriate.

[oh]

...You actually came back? [He's trying for flippantly impressed but no, he's definitely got some of that "OH MY GOD I WAS REALLY SAD YOU LEFT WHY DID YOU GO THANK GOD YOU'RE BACK THERE'S THIS GUY HITTING ON ME BUT AS A JOKE AND THAT HURTS MY FEELINGS AND THERE'S ALSO THE FACT I GOT IN A FIGHT WITH JACK AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANY MORE AND AND AND"... whatever that is, in it. His tone has emotions.]

[ Justin's seen plenty of lovely drag queens and transexuals in his time on Liberty Avenue, so yes, he sees the Adam's apple, and just gives her a pleasant smile. Also 'fiddley boodles', why are you wonderful. ]

We'd have to get a good look at both sides. Will you give us a twirl? [ /chinhands ]

[ Aragorn is observant and hence incredibly confused because the Adam's apple doesn't seem to mesh with the pretty feature. The voice seems more masculine than feminine either- and then Aragorn does a small shrug and tells himself to just wait and see. ]

How did you leave?

Oh, they're such finnicky things, these devices. Can never get used to them. Tut, tut, tut.

[ But there's a bit of a smile. It's the English accent and clueless expression, and those adorable eyes that have Kitten leaning in, quirking an eyebrow. ]

You can call me Kitten, darling. Pleasure to meet you in this big ol' hunk of space.

Kitten, darling. Saint Kitten.

Oh, it's fine. [ She's going to continue with primping her hair, taking a deep breath and sighing dramatically. ]

At least I escaped the dreaded claws of Beelzebub. Heaven knows what he'd do.

[ Oh yes, Eridan. Oh yes. And don't think for a MOMENT Kitten doesn't know exactly what you're feeling, she's an expert on this kind of stuff. She rolls her eyes but her smile widens considerably. ]

I couldn't just leave you wallowing in ice cream, now, could I, darling?

Absolutely not. Besides, I need to check up on how you're doing making friends.

Saints are martyrs, if I'm not mistaken, and your head seems very firmly attached to your neck.

[ And Adam's apple. He sees you there, you naughty little thing. ]

Unless that's your stage name, in which case, you might need to have a look around.

[And of course he immediately turns on his video because yes, he is okay and not in trouble with Kitten even if she's practically trying to scold him. Fuck you, he'll eat all the ice cream he wants.

Aaand he may or may not have some bruising on his face, and maybe his glasses look a little ill-balanced. But he doesn't seem to even remember them, because he just looks kind of plaintively pouty.]

I wwasn't fuckin' wwallowwin', it wwas a moment'a... wweakness, is all. An' I'm doin' [so badly] fine makin' friends an' acquaintances an' wwhatnot.

[ You? Just made her night. She does as she's told, face lighting up. ]

Aren't you a charmer? The name's Kitten, darling. [ And she doesn't give her name out first to just anyone. ]

So determined you're heading down there? Or was that not metaphorical.

[Darling. As strange as she is - and he knows there's something very strange, because she's definitely not your typical woman - she sort of warms his heart. And maybe that's not so difficult to do but he's had a cold heart for a year.

It feels nice to have it thawed a bit.]

Hello, Kitten. Everyone keeps saying we're in space, and it hasn't gotten any easier to understand. I'm terribly confused.

[He sighs.]

But you said you're back. You've been here before?

[ He watches her spin and just beams, as she reminds him so much of home and all he loves about Liberty Avenue. When she's done he squishes his lips to the side and considers. ] I thiiink... the right. Your hair's pulled back and it shows off your features better.

I try my best. [ He smiles at the name ] I'm Justin - pleasure to meet you.

Wish that I remembered, mysterious voice, wish that I remembered.

[ A shrug. For someone who's seen Tranquility's horrors, she seems fairly nonplussed. ]

You're a new one.

Why, you're right! Kitten isn't my real name. It appears I've been caught!

[ An obvious flair for dramatics, this one. Doesn't stop Kitten from matching him, snapping her compact shut. ]

But what self-respecting woman gives her name to strangers that poke their noses into business that's not theirs?

You do realize you made your little broadcast public? if you didn't want curious strangers, you should have kept it private.

Kitten's fine by me, darling. Whatever floats your boat. It's more the 'Saint' bit that I was commenting on. It's a hefty title to swing around. Surely any self-respecting person would be skeptical.

Back again?

As in-- You left and came back? You went home?

[ A little amused. ] I am.

[ Pauuuuse. ]

Were your memories taken, or were you unconscious?

Tears are shed easily enough. Joy is a bit harder to come by.

['My fellow captives'. Hello.]

Maybe later. [beat. She sounds fishy. Too nice, you know. Falsely so.] I think I missed the memo about you, though. What makes you so special?

[ oh god oh god oh god

please please please ]

...Kitten?

I'm far too much of a fragile soul to be possessed, you see. [ But she's smiling, amused and maybe making fun of the entire situation. It's just what she does. ]

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