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[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

It has certainly been a while, has it not? I would be surprised if any of you even remembered me, but I would not mind it at all if you still do. You may call me Miss Lalonde, I will be an instructor of Ballroom Dancing as well as Psychology. It is a pleasure to be back and I am sure it will be lovely to see you all in my classes.

~

[ If you go outside to the gardens, you might find this classy lady walking around, admiring everything and reminiscing back to the time when she used to be a student. Don't ask her how long ago that was though. You don't want to do that. She's also holding a flask of... unknown liquids. Don't ask her about that either (she will tell you it's 100% legal).

Why don't you go over and say hi? ]

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[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

[ Mom is just going to admire her surroundings for a long moment until she spins around, lips quirked into a knowing smirk as she calmly walks closer to Bro. She takes a moment to look at him, until she laughs, then smiles, then grins at him. ]

Hello, Ambrose.

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[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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Hey, it's Bro. How many times I gotta say it?

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Prolly at least ten more, right? How you been?

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[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Might be playing the air bass while she's walking through the gardens, too caught up in what she's composing to notice until she's right in front of Ms. Lalonde that oh my shit it's Ms. Lalonde. That's David's Mom and she is standing in front of her, hands awkwardly reaching for a high note.

Slowly. Backing away now. ]

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[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

[ Too late little miss Strider, Mom has spotted you and will proceed accordingly. ]

Ah, you must be the girl. Hello, Jade. I'm not certain whether you know me or not, but I'm miss Lalonde. It is a pleasure to meet you at last.

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[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ CAUGHT! She straightens up into her normal, horrible posture, putting her hands in her pockets. ]

Yeah, I, uh-- I've heard about you, from Dave. [ She pauses, then amends. ] Er. David. Not Dave Strider.

[ God this is so awkward she feels the subconscious desire to run screaming from any and all Lalondes rise up. ]

You too, mamaci-- uh. Older Lalonde.

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[tortileghostwriter]

[...wait.

Is that.

Could it really.

Mother?


He's. Not sure what to do. It's her, she's alive, but with the way this place works... going to keep a distance for now, but with an eye in her direction. Part of him wants to approach and embrace, part of him seriously doubts it's his version of her, another part is already falling back into the natural urge for passive-aggression, which is tempting but inappropriate.

Just trying to focus on his chain work.]

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[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

[ too late david, mom has already spotted you and-- wow when did she get close enough to embrace you? who knows. but you're in a tight embrace, and there's no escape. none. ]

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[tortileghostwriter]

[SUDDEN INSTINCTIVE INDIGNATION]

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[tortileghostwriter]

[wait lalonde this is your mother and she was dead and you can't let her have the passive-aggression points fuck that shit]

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[tortileghostwriter]

[OKAY COME ON YOU CAN DO THIS

RETURN THE HUG

DON'T FLAIL

PASS OFF GENUINE RELIEF AS PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE FAUX AFFECTION]

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[tortileghostwriter]

[his arms go around her in return. snugly. GOING TO PASS THIS OFF AS FACETIOUSNESS COME ON LET'S GO.]

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[laughafterme]

[Of course, Pinkie knows all the instructors...]

Hi! I remember you! Do you remember me?! Pinkie Pie? It's good that you're back!

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[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

[ darling, she doesn't remember anything prior to this morning. but that's not going to stop her. ]

[BBS]

[laughafterme]

We should totally catch up! I bet you have lotsa neat stories! I just got back and BOY have things changed, but not really!

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[At a respectable distance there is a barefoot elf in spiky armor.

He is examining the classy lady and, notably, her mysterious flask quite thoughtfully.]

[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

[ she spots the gentleman and turns to him, smiling slightly. she calls over to him. ]

Hello, sir. Are you looking for something?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

No. I was...observing.

[He glances around.]

You seem pleased to be here.

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[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[no, she will not go over and say hi. Rose say that post on the BBS. oh, yes she did. there was a small part of her hoping against hope that maybe this was David's version of Mother and she was technically off the hook.

but the post had mentioned Psych, and oh that would be just like her to teach something like that to stick it to her. Rose has a bad feeling that her luck has run out. so she'll just. glare daggers at her from behind the safety of the tree trunk

it's hard to be broken up about her apparent future death when it hasn't happened to you, she's here and living now, and you've pledged to destroy the timeline that had that event in it anyway]

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[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

[ Turning a bit around, she stares at the tree trunk. Was that her imagination, or was it the booze? ]

Rose..?

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[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[BLUUUUUUH THIS WAS HER MOM

and she's been caught, damn. time to face the music. Rose steps out from around the tree, face still as glass and posture even more rigidly perfect than usual]

Mother. I'd thought that was you.

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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

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[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]

[batmansphoenix.livejournal.com]

[...Wow, pink.]

[martinigirl2.livejournal.com]