[It is not until the man's face shifts to a second, and then to the more familiar third that Cesare recognizes why the man seemed familiar. Ezio? Not Ezio, but related, and related to the second face. Just as interesting was the seeming object of the dream, the golden sphere.
Cesare has watched several dreams now but usually never comments on any of them, finding them of passing little interest by and large. But this one he has to ask about.]
[Confusion gives way to wariness; what sort of phone is this? And just who the hell is talking to her? Lucy stares at the screen, nonplussed. But the job instinct kicks in - damage control, always. And when in doubt, answer a question with a question.]
[Okay, now she knows she's still hallucinating. Because there's no way in hell he just said his name was Cesare Borgia. No way at all. She stares at the phone, trying to school her features into bland confusion.]
[Shaun's alias; thank God. That more than anything else thus far reassures here that this isn't a dream; that this is real; not necessarily true, but tangible. At least for the time being.]
Tim? Oh. We've worked together a few times. [Protocol, Lucy. Stick to protocol. Do not compromise the team.]
Forgive me, signore, but...what is this place? Somehow, I feel...quite ill and don't really remember how I came to be here.
[ v i d e o ]unholydecreeAugust 12 2011, 07:15:11 UTC
This world is called Hypnosia, and you are in a city named Somarium. There is a record of this in your Dreamberry- the device you are using.
[His eyes lower and it's obvious he is pushing some buttons on the phone, she should be getting a copy of the records sent out a few days ago to everyone.
Now he has been ever-so helpful, Cesare is ready for some answers of his own.]
So then, what was your dream about? [And for good measure] Are you well?
[Lucy blinks. Hypnosia? Somarium? Oh dear God, had that cursed Apple transported them all to another world? Panic grips her for a moment, but she resolutely swallows it and forces a modicum of calm.
The phone pings and she realizes it's received a file, one she'd be damned sure to check later. When this current impossibility had passed.]
Dream? Oh, you mean that horrible nightmare? I'm...really not sure. [Cue her best and most persuasive puzzled frown.] It seemed so real somehow... [Breathless girlish wonder usually worked on males.] Frightening.
[As did small shy smiles.] But I'm okay now. [And a soft blush.] Grazie, signore.
[Never mind that she was having this conversation with CESARE BORGIA, of all the twists of fate! But damage control, damage control.]
[ v i d e o ]unholydecreeAugust 13 2011, 09:42:47 UTC
[These feminine wiles do work on Cesare to some extent. Despite his callous nature he is not completely cold-hearted and he really does have a soft spot for blondes thanks to Lucrezia. His smile turns more genuine.
But he is not fooled for more than a moment.]
You are welcome.
Tell me of the men in your dream, I recognized a few. This was more than a simple nightmare, hm?
Hm? Oh! Well, I'm not really sure. I work at the library, specializing in historical events and timelines. I think they were from figures I'd been reading about during my research.
The third...[She shrugged.] He's the night janitor at the library. [And a grimace.] I think he might have a crush on me or something. He's always following me around.
[ v i d e o ]unholydecreeAugust 13 2011, 10:29:23 UTC
[What kind of fool did this woman take him for. Cesare loses the genuine smile but his expression is neutral, not closed-off but not exactly warm either. He listens passively, replaying the dream he saw in his mind and wondering just what she is trying to hide. It indicates to him there is far more going on here than she, obviously, wants him to know. But why?]
Indeed well it is not difficult to see why he would be enamored of you, my Lady.
[How to approach this situation? Cesare considers carefully, affecting a more warm expression again.]
It just strikes me as most peculiar he looks exactly like a few other men here, the men in your dream.
Yeah? [She purses her lips a bit, then brightens as if something just occurred to her.] You don't think...I was projecting that creep into my studies, do you? Sorta making him "fit" into different times and stuff? I read about that in a magazine once. "Stream of consciousness" and all that mojo.
[Then "Tamara" narrows her eyes playfully.] Waaait a minute. If you're that Cesare Borgia, then...how are you here? It's the year twenty-twelve. And you lived back in the late fourteen hundreds.
[ v i d e o ] ooh new icons <3unholydecreeAugust 14 2011, 19:07:16 UTC
[Ego-stroking? Now that Cesare can get distracted by. He smiles slowly, looking more interested in the conversation than he had before.]
Hm. You have heard of me? Why yes, I am that Cesare Borgia. [Totally assuming he is the one and only by that name important enough to make his mark on history.]
[ v i d e o ] omg, had to. THERE AREN'T ENOUGH FROM THE GAME! <33juno_57August 16 2011, 01:54:08 UTC
Oh, of course I have. [Dude, you have no idea.] You're one of the principle figures of that era, actually. What I don't understand, though, is how I'm talking to you right now.
Back in "my world"-- [She rolls her eyes, assuming the pose of a completely ditzy blond.]-- you've actually been dead for quite a number of years.
Cesare has watched several dreams now but usually never comments on any of them, finding them of passing little interest by and large. But this one he has to ask about.]
What was that sphere?
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...who are you?
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Cardinal Cesare Borgia at your service, my Lady. And your name?
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--I'm sorry, I didn't hear...?
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Cesare gives a slow smile and leans closer to the Dreamberry, rolling his own name across his lips again with an Italian flair to his accent.]
Borgia. Cesare Borgia.
Did you catch it that time?
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So she smiles, as winsomely as she can under the circumstances.]
I did yes. Grazie, signore.
My name is Tamara. Tamara Pearson.
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[He assumes that he is putting her at ease and continues, not getting back to that gold object of his attention just yet.]
I recognized Timmy the historian in your dream. Are you two friends? I spoke briefly with him some days ago.
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Tim? Oh. We've worked together a few times. [Protocol, Lucy. Stick to protocol. Do not compromise the team.]
Forgive me, signore, but...what is this place? Somehow, I feel...quite ill and don't really remember how I came to be here.
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[His eyes lower and it's obvious he is pushing some buttons on the phone, she should be getting a copy of the records sent out a few days ago to everyone.
Now he has been ever-so helpful, Cesare is ready for some answers of his own.]
So then, what was your dream about? [And for good measure] Are you well?
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The phone pings and she realizes it's received a file, one she'd be damned sure to check later. When this current impossibility had passed.]
Dream? Oh, you mean that horrible nightmare? I'm...really not sure. [Cue her best and most persuasive puzzled frown.] It seemed so real somehow... [Breathless girlish wonder usually worked on males.] Frightening.
[As did small shy smiles.] But I'm okay now. [And a soft blush.] Grazie, signore.
[Never mind that she was having this conversation with CESARE BORGIA, of all the twists of fate! But damage control, damage control.]
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But he is not fooled for more than a moment.]
You are welcome.
Tell me of the men in your dream, I recognized a few. This was more than a simple nightmare, hm?
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The third...[She shrugged.] He's the night janitor at the library. [And a grimace.] I think he might have a crush on me or something. He's always following me around.
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Indeed well it is not difficult to see why he would be enamored of you, my Lady.
[How to approach this situation? Cesare considers carefully, affecting a more warm expression again.]
It just strikes me as most peculiar he looks exactly like a few other men here, the men in your dream.
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[Then "Tamara" narrows her eyes playfully.] Waaait a minute. If you're that Cesare Borgia, then...how are you here? It's the year twenty-twelve. And you lived back in the late fourteen hundreds.
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Hm. You have heard of me? Why yes, I am that Cesare Borgia. [Totally assuming he is the one and only by that name important enough to make his mark on history.]
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Back in "my world"-- [She rolls her eyes, assuming the pose of a completely ditzy blond.]-- you've actually been dead for quite a number of years.
Sooo...see my problem?
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