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In the basement, Sunshine is sleeping in the pool, her tentacles rippling now and again, as if she were caught in the throes of a particularly disturbing dream.

Drusilla is upstairs in her office, arranging her papers and humming softly to herself. She seems excited, her eyes gleaming in anticipation, and suddenly she lifts her head as if hearing a sound. "They're coming to tea," she says. "What shall we do if we run low on biscuits?"

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"Naughty boy," said Drusilla, waving an admonishing finger at him. "To be in your mind. Do you want me there? Do you think you can trust me?"

"Uh, no, I don't know if I can trust you at all. I mean, I hear things about you. Things about squids and people running from your classes."

John shuffles nervously, thinking this might be a bad idea.

"Will it hurt?"

"Do you want it to hurt?" she asks. "I could make it hurt if you wanted. But you don't like things that hurt, do you?"

She drums her fingernails on the table, each black-clad, white-tipped nail pounding loudly. "Trust me or not, no one else has those memories but me." The look in her eyes is almost concerned. Almost. "And who knows how much I remember of the one you love? Who loves you in return?"

(OOC: Okay, I've decided what will happen if you let Dru in. It's gonna be a mindfrell, but as a sappy Aeryn/John 'shipper, it won't--directly--touch the 'ship. I'll drop you an email if you decide to go along with it and let you know what's going on. I don't want to describe it here, because a) it's not obvious and b) it doesn't take effect now because we're sort of backtracking here since this took place before the place became Zombie Central.)

John scowls. "No, I don't want it to hurt. I prefer things not hurting. It makes my life that much easier, you know."

At the mention of 'the one you love,' John frowns. "The one I love? That's in there too? Okay, hurt or not, I want them back."

[OOC: Dru can do whatever she'd like to Johnny. I'm game for it. The email address is whitedeathpod @ gmail . com if it's not in profile and I'm usually checking gmail most of the day.]

Drusilla nods to the chair at her table. "Sit down," she says. "Unless you want your knees to buckle as you fall."

When he's seated, she meets his eyes and leans forward, drawn by the fear she sees hidden behind determination and will. She holds up two fingers and points from his eyes to hers. "Look at me," she says slowly, enunciating every syllable. "Be...in...me." When he's completely under her spell, she smiles and begins.

Without words, she sends images into his mind, thoughts of Aeryn, of Cameron, of his friends at school and events from his childhood, of his father. They fill his brain, moving too fast for him to see or process, and John hears soft whispering at the edges of his hearing before everything slows and he finally comes back to himself with a raging headache.

OOC: I hope you don't mind I did a bit of NPCing of you here. It would have been hard to describe otherwise. Let me know if it's a problem and I'll delete/repost.

"Ow. Ow, dammit. You didn't lie, that hurt like a sonofabith. Damn, I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer."

John rubs his eyes and shakes his head to clear the cobwebs.

"So, that's it? You put everything back? That's wasn't so bad, I guess. I appreciate it in a weird sort of way."

John stands and prepares to leave, still rubbing at his head.

[OOC: Don't mind at all. It was very good! My poor John boy.]

"Mmm, sledgehammers," says Drusilla. "They make the prettiest sounds when you hit with them." Her giggle is definitely eerie in the gloom of her office. "It's all back now. Everything's in its place."

Drusilla's good mood is back, and she even looks almost like a normal woman as she waves goodbye to John. "Come and visit any time." A sly look enters her eyes. "You can help me feed Sunshine."

(OOC: Cool. Glad you liked! And having it hurt like that explains partly why Cam got thrown for such a loop when she whammied him too. I love retconning. And fyi, on an ooc level, she rummaged like hell through your heads while she did all that.)

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