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[Alfie greets and makes nice with newcomers when he comes across them, but he doesn't go out of his way to seek them out. He's not interested in being part of any de facto welcome wagon, especially not now that more and more people are filtering their way in, either to use the Meadous as a waypoint or to settle down and stay; that can be a job for people like Meulin and Harley. He does, however, notice new houses as he passes them by, and today there's one on his regular walking route. He takes note of the name on the mailbox - Beauregard, good lord - and is all set to continue ambling onwards when a flash of movement catches his eye. Is that--

-- yes. That absolutely is his cat, leaping up onto the windowsill and slipping in through the open window.

With a sigh, he turns and heads towards the door instead, giving it a firm knock.]

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Something like that. [ she says wryly. hands... go in her pockets. ]

I saw you and Royce go off on your own straight away, so I guess you didn't talk to the - whatever, the faeries?

We decided to treat this one as a vacation.

[He admits.]

Neither of us are very inclined to mess about with things that play with emotions and memories. Gwen's a bit less sensitive to that, so it was decided that she'd go help and catch up with us later on.

[ a small nod. ]

I should've done the same fucking thing. [ a sigh. she's going to keep walking. ] They needed help with a murder trial.

[ he's smart, she knows he'll pick up on this. ]

[Oh, for fuck's sake.]

And you begged off?

[Tell him you didn't agree to help, Beau; come on.]

I didn't think it - stop, don't fuckin' look at me like that! [ she complains, kicking at the dirt. ]

Look, I - I didn't think it'd. [ she swallows hard. didn't think it'd fuck her up. ] I made it until they started asking for people to go check for evidence.

You didn't do this just to torture yourself?

[Look, it was the first thing he thought of, okay.]

[ a big frown. ]

No. I didn't know how detailed it was going to be. [ she just wanted to help ): ]

[He nods towards the bench.]

Come sit.

[ she sighs, and moves over to sit. she's full of anxious energy, though - sitting still is not what she wants to do. ]

[And he sits too, on the other end of the bench.]

What happened? Beginning to end.

The king's advisors came and asked us if we were willing to help. I said sure, what do you need.

[ she rubs at her neck. ] They said just figure out who killed our king, the group of you, and I didn't realize what that was gonna entail. I should've, judging by the whole... memory thing that Zephyr mentioned.

I didn't really think about it. I just wanted to help.

And this trial fucked about with your memories?

[He'd heard and heeded Zephyr's warning, of course, but as he and Royce had headed off on their own very soon after arrival, he'd missed all the context and reasoning for it. But that said--

-- He thinks, suddenly, of the Libra Station, and something clicks.]

They put the memories of the crime in you. Have I got it right? They thought that that was the best and most accurate way to gather the evidence they needed.

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