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--ather will be so pleas...ed

[the little girl stops in her tracks, the ice skates she's holding falling to the 'ground' with a clatter as she stares at her surroundings. she was quite certain she'd just been in London -- and this doesn't look a thing like London. this doesn't even look a thing like Blackpool, which she's always been told loves this sort of thing.

spinning around, she is surprised to see the little shoppe she'd been visiting is gone, replaced by more of these absolutely impossible stars. and if there's no shoppe, there's no way home.

in a very unladylike fashion, the little girl plops down beside her skates, taking deep breaths. she's British -- there must be a very good explanation for this, and if there isn't, she'll just pretend there is and go about like nothing happened. as soon as she starts breathing properly, of course. her father is going to be so upset.

speaking of, the girl looks down at the skates, tugging a lace]

I suppose we won't be going skating after all...

[ooc; Experiment start!]

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Really? [looks around, then steps a little closer to him, beckoning him to lean over] Do you think I could do that, too?

[crouches a bit beside his ickle wife]

Only the strong-willed can.

Well, I think I could do it! I like doing things other people don't. Does that count?

It's a good sign for early-onset social deviance. But yes, it counts. Live by your own rules and make everyone else listen to them.

That's what I try to do! Father doesn't like it so he always tells me what to do, but that's okay, because I want to please him. I love him, after all. But the girls at Academy never listen.

I wish I could just make them go away.

[grins] I'd suggest you do that right now, but there's the matter of covering up evidence.

But if they disappear, what is there to cover up? [pouts a little] Sometimes, though, I almost want someone to find them. Then no one will pick on me anymore. They'll be afraid and I'll get whatever I want and everyone will know who I am.

There is always covering up to be done, except when there isn't. You only get to do whatever the hell you want when you've ensured that no one can stop you.

How could I do that, then? Because I definitely want to do whatever I want. I want people to listen to me and love me and do what I say.

By God, you really are Lucy. Well, here's a suggestion: if you marry a man with an archenemy, don't do anything with the archenemy.

[blinks, a mite confused] Of course I'm Lucy. Why wouldn't I be? [though she does start looking around. maybe she has a secret twin here, like John does?]

Oh, well, I'm going to marry a prince. He's going to be brilliant and very handsome and the most important person in the world, so don't worry. I wouldn't want to do anything with his enemy. He'd probably be boring, anyway.

Quite right you are that he's boring. Really, just stick with the prince. He's all you need in the world.

You seem very sure about that. [gives him a look, sort of uncertain] You probably don't believe me, huh? Father doesn't, either. He says I'll never be good enough for a prince.

I know you're right. I know the future.

The future? You do? [yeah, you're the coolest person ever, now] So I get to marry a prince, then? What's he like? Is he amazing? I won't settle for anything less than amazing, you know. And do I get to be famous? I want so badly to be famous.

Your prince is from the stars, and he is the greatest of all the princes in the world. He'll give you power and happiness as no one else can. You, dear Lucy, will not simply be known across Britain or Earth, but throughout the universe.

The whole universe... [her eyes get really wide and she has this beatific smile on her face] Yes. That's definitely what I want. Oh, I want to meet him. I'm sure he's splendid. How much longer do I have to wait?

Until your mid-thirties, unfortunately.

But that's forever away! I don't want to wait that long.

It's not forever. What he'll give you is forever. That time is half of a breath compared to eternity.

Eternity, really? Oh, I do so want that! It sounds so wonderful, being with my prince. It'll just be hard to wait. I want to meet him now! Though ... I guess it's probably best I don't, huh? I don't much look like a princess right now.

[pauses then realises she's forgotten something] I'm terribly sorry, but I didn't ask your name. Please don't tell Father I was so rude.

I won't tell him a word.

Thank you very much. [curtsies!] I still don't know your name, though. And since you know mine, it'll be dreadfully awkward if I see you here again and don't know what to properly call you.

Oh, I think 'Harold' will do.

[grins broadly] It's very nice to meet you, Harold.