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It's not that she hasn't been to the Nexus, it is that she can't remember. Or maybe she can remember except she doesn't care. Or maybe she does care and nothing matters except the fact that she has a very very pretty dress and a tea set. A lovely large tea set made for two. High backed white chairs and even little cakes. She won't eat the cakes.
Today she feels only a little mad, and for Drusilla it means she's insane enough to burn an orphanage not end the world. If she ended the world she couldn't have a tea party, and if she couldn't have a tea party, then why was she here in the bloody first place?
Silly Nexus.
"Oh. I think I have forgotten how this works. Or maybe I never knew at all. Odd things, pathways." Her spoon clinked against the china of her cup a few times before she spoke again, "How do I know when the tea party is all over? Is it when the tea's gone or the guests are dead?"
Today she feels only a little mad, and for Drusilla it means she's insane enough to burn an orphanage not end the world. If she ended the world she couldn't have a tea party, and if she couldn't have a tea party, then why was she here in the bloody first place?
Silly Nexus.
"Oh. I think I have forgotten how this works. Or maybe I never knew at all. Odd things, pathways." Her spoon clinked against the china of her cup a few times before she spoke again, "How do I know when the tea party is all over? Is it when the tea's gone or the guests are dead?"