[Open post] Further down the literary rabbit hole

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia's been dealing with everything, the way she always does: completely ignoring reality.  She's managed to find herself a collection of terrible romances, and will part with them like her father did his own library, with depression and possible madness.

While she's managed to avoid anything about shades of grey (though she did make her way

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[eight_livesleft]

Here is an older woman who might look very odd to Fuchsia, because she has barely any hair on her head, and isn't wearing the headscarf, for once.

Carol can kick any walker's ass on any given day, but she's still, well, Carol, and meak, and gentle.

She used to be into books, though, before the apocalypse, and she might blink a little bit at the book this young woman is reading.

She's not sure how to get involved, though, so she finally settles on dropping something in Fuchsia's vicinity, and making noise.

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

[eight_livesleft]

“Like a dog? Don't dragons have scales?”

It sounds like some Asian dragon, perhaps - but Carol isn't much of a mythology buff.

“... In the attic, you say?”

[drownedfuchsia]

"Falcor didn't. He had -- fur? I guess I should call it fur."

And Fuchsia's going to try to bond here, "I used to think all dragons had scales, but Falcor taught me not to judge dragons."

She nods her head enthusiastically to the question about the attic.

[eight_livesleft]

What Fuchsia doesn't know is that Falkor has since moved to the Pavillion Bobby Ray and Hisoka had built for Iskierka...

“Well,” Carol says, “would you like to show me? I haven't seen the attic yet.”

Loonies, all loonies. After Dancy, Fuchsia. Oh dear.

[drownedfuchsia]

Now that will be a blow to Fuchsia's already uncertain sense of reality.

"There are plenty of interesting things in the attic." Fuchsia all but pops up out of the chair to take the other woman on an exciting adventure to meet a dragon.

"Do you want to go right now?"

[eight_livesleft]

“Well,” Carol replies gently, “there's no time like the present, is there?”

If the girl is as delusional as she thinks, she'll take her to visit the local shrink.

If there's a dragon in the attic... well... that'll be something.

I'm thinking, he won't be there, but sometime later, after a whole hullaballoo happens, Fyoosh can be vindicated?

[drownedfuchsia]

Is there a shrink alive who could effectively deal with Fuchsia? That would be one very impressive doctor.

"No, no time. And he's lovely. You'll like him."

Oh yes! Do we want to play out not finding him here, or -- well, whichever you'd like.

[eight_livesleft]

We can't speak for the one in headspace, but she's willing to give it a try. Then again, she's also trying to help Aramat. One does need projects, when living at the Mansion.

“Well, lead the way,” Carol replies, ready to be shown... whatever.

How about we handwave the trek and the door opens on, well, a normal attic? ^^

[drownedfuchsia]

we can totally do that. One depressed Fuchsia, right here.

[eight_livesleft]

It takes a little while to get up there, Carol following Fuchsia, as she does not know the way. The attic door is ajar, and after a hesitant peek, it’s opened.

“So? Where is the dragon?”

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia walks right into the now empty attic. Sure, there is stuff all over the place, and plenty of places to hide, but now completely dragon-free.

"Falkor?"

Does she hope he's hiding under a settee?

[eight_livesleft]

Carol sighs, looks around, mostly pretending so that Fuchsia isn't upset more than she needs to be.

“No dragon,” she says, aware that she's stating the obvious.

Given his constitution, though, a scale or a long white hair might be located. If you think Fuchsia might see it, don't hesitate? If not, would you like Carol to spot one?

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia isn't going to give up so easily. Falkor's not one to play tricks, so she turns to the disbeliever with a very reasonable excuse.

"He's not home."

[Carol spotting one would be good. Fuchsia's not known for her observant nature.]

[eight_livesleft]

"I see that," Carol replies, and maybe out of pity, she'll look around, hoping to find evidence that no dragon has been sleeping up there.

Instead, though, she comes across a long, white hair.

"... heh. Guess Rapunzel might have been 'round," she says, not expecting one bit that this might be dragon hair.

[drownedfuchsia]

The long white hair brings about some excitement from Fushcia.

"That's Falkor's!" She claps her hands twice. "It's his colour!"

[eight_livesleft]

Carol looks suitably bemused. "That's hair," she points out.

Dragons don't have hair, do they?