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I suppose I should be glad my house, it was still here, when I got out of the infernal case. And I suppose I should be glad that I have no pets, because they would have starved.

But mostly, I am glad that I was not missed. This, it means that when you all leave, because you will, or you all are stuck in sand, which you will, or when you are killed, I do not have to miss you, hm? A great burden, that takes off. Yes.

So. Not that anyone cares, nor do I expect them to, but I am no longer stuck. Housekeeping, do be sure to clean up the sand, yes? I would like to have my little house tidy.

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Who says you weren't missed?

Me. See the writing? That is mine.

But there is dust on the floor, and everything is in order. I am lead to think that no one came by or noticed, hm? Do you say differently?

I missed you.

But, you know how it is. You can not see a person for several weeks and then suddenly run into them again. You could have been worried and they'd simply laugh and say, "oh yeah, I got like five new jobs and decided not to say anything about it over the journals."

Blame the flippant people, I say.

That, I did not expect.

The flippant, yes. It is good to have someone to blame, no? Very good.

Myself, I have been trapped for however long it was. And you? What have you been doing?

It is the eighth day of the month called July. I'm not sure how long that makes it; I was busy, and then you were trapped.

I've been working. I got lost in the Wilderness, but then came back. And some people died of Tree. And some other people came back, but no one I know well. And there are fireflies.

And I found a pretty flower.

July? I do not know. These earther months, they are confusing, no? It has been a time.

Yes. I see the fireflies. I cannot help but see the fireflies. They are... multitudes.

A flower?

Really? I don't have any. It's kind of odd.

Just a flower. It happens.

[ Lol, that was just kind of his way of saying, 'and a partridge in a pear tree.' He'll draw a picture for you, though. ]

None? Mine, you can have some, hm? Hordes, they are.

If it is just a flower why would you write about it? Flowers are flowers. They grow, they are picked, they die.

[He'd not be familiar with that saying even in its original, hee.]

That would be lovely!

Because it's pretty?

[ Keywords relevant. Congrats, you cheered up the emo kid. ]

Yes, yes, come, get your fireflies. Put them in jars or whatever you would do.

That is all flowers are. Pretty. Step outside, and you will see a great many. It does not take finding. But enjoy your flower.

[Aw. Yay.]

That's one way of looking at things.

Yes. Yes it is. That is why they are being looked at like that, no?

I thought I hadn't seen you come by in an awfully long while. I'm glad to see that you're all right.

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No, you had not.

But perhaps I was a little hasty. A little. Only a smudge. It is good to see that you are as well.

Maybe just a bit.

Were you asleep in your house? Wouldn't Housekeeping have noticed, in the very least?

I'll make sure to call on you a bit more often from now on, though.

Perhaps they did, and thought nothing of it, hm?

This, I will appreciate.

Even Stellaris?

Oh, but she's asleep in a cocoon, too. She's been there for a long time now.

I'll be sure to ask you for directions next time you come by the bar. You will come soon, right?

I'm glad you're okay, my one and only brother! I actually got out of the Clinic recently. Some monster thingie gave quite a fight a week or so ago and... oh! I should give you the full details in person! That'd be a super idea!

Let me clean that up. Can I keep the sand, actually? I think I'll bring a jar.

[Long pause of thought.]

...Yes. You can keep the sand, and you can come tell me the details. Fighting, I know little of, but do come over.

You got it! You'll love this story! It's heroic, daring, dangerous, and it involves saving a lady! I get chills just thinking about that day, ooh!

I'm coming over now, if that's okay!

Saving a lady as well, hm? And did she reward you for this?

Yes, yes. The sooner the sand is gone, the better.

I am rather afraid I did not realize you were missing; but I only just returned myself after being away for, I am given to understand, an entire month.

I hope you were not adversely affected by your experience. Waking in a pile of sand is never pleasant.

Fred. You know, it could be said that I did not miss you. But that is only because I think that what I saw, it was yours.

Then again, you cannot miss anyone when you are not thinking, hm? So I did not miss anyone.

[Pentaps.] I see. Perhaps you could tell me what you thought of it, at some point.

I suppose not. Have you any notion of how long were you asleep?

The first thought, it is easy to say. It was nice to see a world that was not so Earther-like. But more, yes, it can wait.

No. The days, they go by.

[Slight pause.] It had red grass, and an orange sky?

I suppose time does not have much meaning here in any case.

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Yes, yes. And your name was said. This is how I knew it was yours.

Sometimes I think it does not.

I would be most interested to hear your thoughts on the matter, if ever you should find yourself with a few spare minutes.

And other times?

As you can see, there are not many demands on my time, hm? Do come by, bring something to drink.

Othertimes I do not know.

Something stronger than tea, I imagine? Perhaps I will do.

The stronger, the better. That is the way to deal with things, I believe.

Very well. Later today?

[Quicklog?]

Yes. I shall put out the best glasses.

[And so he does, tidying up the place a small bit. He didn't tend to leave stuff all over the place, but there were a few shoes and jackets and things that accumulated. Soon they were all tossed behind the couch and he was ready for company.]

[It hadn't taken Fred long to get ready for her meeting with Ambassador--a clean, if somewhat plain, dress, a quick brush through her hair. And then, since they didn't keep any sort of alcohol in the house to her knowledge, a quick pop down to the Bazaar was in order.

She had picked something entirely by random, paying more attention to the rather attractive shape of the bottle than whatever was in it. Taking her purchase, she made her way back to his house.

Shifting the bag so she held it in the crook of her left arm, she knocked on the door.]

[Londo opens the door and gestures her in.]

Ah, and you did not forget, my good friend. Come in, come in.

[He takes the bottle, cheerfully opening it, sniffing, and then pouring for them both.]

The couch, it is good?

I hope that bottle is acceptable. I know little about liquors and strong spirits.

[She followed him in, as he took the bottle, and apparently deemed it to be quite acceptable.]

It will do nicely, thank you.

When there is no label, you can tell with your nose.

[He holds out a glass, taking a seat on the couch.]

It is fruity and sweet, the scent, but the warmth, you can feel it as well. That is how you know. And now you are here, and now I have seen what is yours. I did not mean to, and yet I have done it. It is the Tree, no?

[She takes it, sitting nearby but not too close. Sipping at it gingerly as he spoke of the drink's properties, she nods in agreement. Yes, it's fruity and quite good... she would have to be careful. She has no desire to drink to the point of intoxication today.]

Indeed. [Lowering her glass, she regards him seriously.] Yes. That must be it, if you received my dream. Especially if you did so in a cocoon. [She pauses briefly before continuing.] I believe I know which dream you had. But if you wouldn't mind... could you perhaps tell me about it?

[Ambassador has no problem with getting intoxicated. He likes it, actually. He sips and enjoys the flavors.] With this, you have chosen well, my good friend.

[He meets her gaze, thinking back.]

All of the details, I do not remember, hm? It was a dream, and sometimes dreams, they slip away. But enough I do. The sky and ground, they were not Earth. Orange sky, silver trees, red grass. That, it was enough to say alien. I think that I prefer it to earth, though, with its endless boring blue and green and brown palette. There was running, and you were afraid, but to be afraid, it is sometimes a very healthy thing, no?

And your name. That was the telling thing.

[It was a bit strange to be called 'good friend' by this man she had barely spent any time with, really, but she had noticed he seemed to use endearments as a matter of course.

She sipped at her drink again as he described the dream--yes, the description of the sky and ground alone was enough to convince her of the fact that he had witnessed her dream.]

Yes, that would indeed be my dream.

[She rolled the cup between her hands a little, watching the liquid slosh. It seemed a little abrupt for the end of a meeting...]

...and, so. What did you think of it?

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Quicklog - I'm assuming that she mysteriously knows where he lives (ninja)

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