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[mctrillian]

It's the same old place, really.

Always kind of big, and totally nebulous, and Trillian hates when this happens.

It might also be the Rebubula stuck in her head that's irritating her.

Since it is a dream, and kind of big, and totally nebulous, she focuses on chair, and finds herself sitting in it.

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[notsoharmless]

After a moment, there's another form curled up against her, partially asleep.

[mctrillian]

And Trillian is so glad to see her safe, it almost hurts -- but then again, this is a dream.

And yet again, it's one of those dreams that's meant as communication.

She hates those, too.

So she ruffles her daughter's hair, silently.

[notsoharmless]

When the girl looks up, it's clear she's gotten older.

This shouldn't be strange.

Considering Trillian is used to the rapidly changing ages, it's no matter to the dream's manufacturer, or its presence, or whichever she may like.

"Mum," whispers Random Frequent Flyer Dent, called Lyrae, titled Astoreth, "where's my bird?"

[mctrillian]

Trillian laughs, and Nevermore comes swooping over, landing on the chairback.

There is no possible way to be correctly calibrated in this location, he emits sharply. How am I to act?

[notsoharmless]

"You're not," she giggles, suddenly acting like a little girl. "Just be quiet. Both of you be quiet and just look."

[mctrillian]

And when Trillian looks forward, looks out, there it is --

( it's all that she ever wanted to be )

-- that beautiful oceanside view.

"Oh, I see it, aur. I see your wonder."

[notsoharmless]

Quietly,

( it's her thrill it's her way home )

"I don't."

( it's right where she always wanted to be )

"Sometimes I miss you."

[mctrillian]

"Only sometimes?"

( you're right where you always wanted to be )

Trillian ruffles her hair, again.

( you can't change )

[notsoharmless]

And Astoreth stiffens.

( it's my thrill it's my wonder )

"Only sometimes."

( it's right where I've always wanted to be )

"You are," she says, more firmly, "my mother."

( I can't change )

"But I'm more."

( you monkey you left me )

And if Trillian reaches for her again --

[mctrillian]

-- which, very cautiously, tenuously

( and I know that you miss me by the way you resist me )

she does --

[notsoharmless]

-- it would be a terrible mistake --

-- and it is, the younger girl not so much younger now sparking irritably, power at her fingertips.

"Don't. Touch. Me."

She stands and glares, quite sharply.

"Ever. Don't touch me ever!"

[mctrillian]

That was too realistic for a dream.

( she can't change )

Much too realistic.

"Aur," Trillian begs, "where are you?"

[notsoharmless]

And the question makes her crumple.

She's still herself, mad and all.

"A long, long way from home," she whispers, manically, the way everyone's always used to her talking, "the answers come and go and I don't ask won't ask, a long long way from home, don't ask me --"

Curling into a ball.

"Frightened and alone --"

And then, looking up, confidently, bits of blue flame at the tips of her fingers,

"I'm everywhere."

[mctrillian]

"Random."

Her tone's sharp.

"You're frightening me."

[notsoharmless]

"Over again look where I've been feel me try feel the sky feel that you're able -- That's not my name."

Isn't it obvious, isn't it easy?

Trillian doesn't think so, but she does.

"My name is Astoreth and I'm not yours and I'm not here or there or anywhere and I love you and I hate you so don't talk to me!"

The entire dreamscape is burning.

[mctrillian]

"Please, just the one thing."

She's seen this sort of outburst before.

"The one thing. I just want to know that."