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[circumitus]

[The last thing Rey wants to do is show her face for all to see, but after meeting Peter, it feels bizarrely necessary.]

"Would seem some people here recognize each other from worlds different from their own -- this current one as well." [Pause.] "Just to put it out there: Am not that same person, even if we share the same face."

[She then makes a face when a croaky meow can be heard in the background. Rey adjusts the position of the device to reveal a three-legged cyclopean cat, sitting on a table at the bar, his spindly tail whipping happily back and forth while salivating some weird pale green drool out the corner of his mouth.]

"And this can't seem to get the memo. Can't seem to get rid of it, either."

[Maybe a part of her doesn't want to, but it is inconvenient.

[Lastly -- and she looks very uncomfortable saying this -- she adds:] "Some have asked what its name is. Ideas and information would be... appreciated."

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[circumitus]

That's usually the case. Most people don't dress up that much all the time unless they're hiding some horrible disfigurements -- or religious reasons.

[She pauses, realizing how probing and invasive that sounds.]

You don't need to confirm one or the other. Just telling you, it's pretty obvious.

[abheirrant]

I do work for a church.

[Which is technically true (or was, given his church is now in ruins), even if that's not the reason he's wearing so many layers.]

[circumitus]

Huh. That would explain some things.

[It doesn't negate all other possibilities, but needless to say she's not surprised to hear him say this.]

[abheirrant]

I assumed it would. Thankfully, few have questioned my attire. I assume that, given many of us come from entirely different worlds, there are far stranger appearances among us.

[circumitus]

[She clicks her tongue.]

Fair point. Have seen a lot of weird-looking motherfuckers around here.

[In the background, Tripod weeh's. You're talking about him, aren't you, Rey?! She makes a muffled "calm the hell down" at the cat.]

[abheirrant]

He heard you speaking ill of him.

[Is he smiling smugly on his end? Yeah, probably.]

[circumitus]

Oh shut up, you.

[Is she talking to Carlisle or the yelling cat? It's hard to say, but maybe it's a bit of both.]

[abheirrant]

[Carlisle assumes both, and continues anyway.]

Has he a name yet, or are you still seeking suggestions?

[circumitus]

[sigh]

No name yet. Am willing to take suggestions. Can't promise they'll be used, though. [Just putting that out there.]

[abheirrant]

[He hms to himself.]

There is a constellation in my world known as the King of the Watchers, often represented with a great eye. Does his presence unnerve you? Is he watching at all hours, crawling beneath your skin with a look alone?