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Thistle and Weeds

Who: Cosmic Indulgence, Junkyard Carnival, their friends, and YOU
What: Things have changed in recent weeks, personally and professionally. People need to meet. Things need to be discussed
When: Latter part of March
Where: All around Vista City
Warnings: Carnies, Squalo, etc. Things get wild with these guys.

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[There's no one, but a soft giggle right next to his ear.]

You really ought to save drawing attention to yourself for the stage. But I miss your old work. It was always revolutionary.

[okay that is really freaking him out right now. He bats at his ear and then covers them up so at least there's a barrier between them and whatever is trying to whisper at him. The word makes him feel queasy somehow and he's not sure why. It's like a flash of panic and desperation and something... not right, charges through his gut.]

My-- My old work? I barely got any hits on it. [just a couple of thousand really] Where are you?

[he tries not to sound as strained as he feels]

[He might notice a small petal drop from the area of his shoulder, but then again he might not. Still, that whisper manages to get between his hand and the other ear, and he'll definitely get the impression of soft lips brushing right against the lobe.]

Nearby.

[When he pulls his hand away, there'll be another flower petal, pale pink and notched at one end. It skitters away in a nonexistent breeze and disappears. But the voice speaks a little louder now, coming from somewhere above, even though there are only empty fire escapes.]

I'll watch over you until you remember.

[One last petal falls, drifting into nothingness in a forgotten corner.]

[Out on the street, a tall, shapely woman who'd paused to look in the windows of the quaint shops turns and makes her way elsewhere, passing by the entrance to the abandoned alleyway. She glances in, ostensibly checking the dark areas for danger, and meets his eyes for a brief moment, giving him a quick smile before she's made it across the road and disappears around the corner.]

[gahaha lips. What the hell. Sabo scrubs at his ear but there is nothing there. Watch over him until he remembers? Remembers what? It sounds ominous and part of him wants something to happen whole the other would be content to drown himself in practice and forget this ever happened.

He watches the petal fall and dissolve into nothingness and then looks up just in time to see the woman across the alley watching him. She's mysterious. It reminds him... of someone... but he is too paralyzed to move until she disappears out of sight.

He wants to see her and he doesn't. But come on it... this... that wasn't. What the hell was it?

Someone must have slipped something in his coffee. That was it. That had to be it. He was just having a psychotic episode.

... Great.

He wonders though if she's behind it or who in fact she is. Sabo straightens and walks out of the alley, keeping the pocket knife in his hand as he goes to follow her path, turning the corner and expecting to see her.

Hopefully she doesn't turn to butterfly hands or something]

[Now that would be patently ridiculous. She's just a woman minding her own business, looking down dark alleys and scrutinizing window displays while she listens to music through one earbud. She has a bluetooth in the other ear, so maybe she's a career woman- or just likes to be social. Whatever the case, she's got style. The latest, actually, but with a personal twist. Skirt a little too short, showing off legs that go for miles; princess cut neckline that drops a little too low, offset by a modest leather jacket and knee length boots. Natural makeup, no contouring necessary. No one would wonder why a young man would find her captivating.

She takes no immediate notice of him, however, and continues on her way, occasionally reaching out and grazing her fingertips along the glass of a window she finds particularly entertaining.]

[that makes him pause. She doesn't even acknowledge him. Was she really the one who--? Is it just his imagination? Is he still in the middle of some psychosis? It's hard to tell. He blinks. He'd follow her but then he'd feel like a stalker and if she didn't have anything to do with anything then he'd feel like a stalker and then he'd be the weird and creepy one.

So lacking anything better to do, he clears his throat to get her attention and holds up his hand, showing her the folded pocket knife]

Did you drop this?

[Robin glances at the knife, then up at Sabo, then giggles.]

Is that your idea of a pickup line? I'll give you points for originality, though you might want to swap the pocket knife for something a bit more feminine next time.

[She reaches out, her fingers glancing along his palm as she takes the proffered knife.]

You're Sabo, right? Recently signed with a new band?

That's not for you.

[he grabs her hand as she takes it, holding it firmly but not painfully so, watching her familiar eyes. He remembered something about this. A distant memory of heat and... panic. He tries to keep himself grounded though, his feet on the ground his eyes on hers]

I'm looking for the person who dropped it. If it's not yours then leave it.

[Her expression never changes, but her eyes, ever the traitors, soften just enough. She doesn't move her hand, not yet.]

Shouldn't you be thronged by groupies and bodyguards? How did you sneak away?

[what is that expression? What does it mean? Sympathy? It's strange that she should be looking at him. But mostly it annoys him that she changes the topic...

Unless of course, it's an answer. An answer without an answer. Was she hiding something? Why? He lets her have the knife, putting his hands in his pockets and eyeing her warily]

I'm not that important and I'm not that big a name either. Not yet anyway.

[She takes the knife and tucks it away in her jacket.]

You're more important than you remember. That's why they try so hard to tear you down.

[Robin turns to go, then takes another chance and glances over her shoulder. He may not think he has bodyguards or spies around, but even so, he probably does. It's an ill advised risk, but she wants to be clear.]

Thanks for bringing it back to me.

[important? He straightens. What does she mean? Why does he feel it's true? He knows it's not... at least not in the way he means it. But for some reason it reminds him of something precious that he wants to hold between his hands.

But more importantly, she was the one. The one who had made the coffee and left the note. She was so mysterious. But there something else. He couldn't figure it out. She's thanking him while he's trying to puzzle so he adds absently:]

Yeah... No problem.

[but then as she's about to leave, something makes him say]

Wait!

[Robin pauses, turning back once again.]

What is it?

[he hesitates because it sounds stupid and in the end just mutters.]

Stay away from lava...

[and turns on his heel to walk away, hands in his pockets and shaken]

[Robin blinks a few times. Is he talking about the dream, or something else? But she smiles all the same.]

I will, I promise.

[There's nothing in her tone to suggest she's making fun of him. She's touched by his concern. She turns on her heels and makes her way along the street, furtively watching him go from an ojo fleur sprouted just below the light on a lamp post.]

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