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Spring RP: The Hennessy Home

The house sits on a bluff above the sea, with a winding path down to a sandy beach leading away from the yard. It is three stories high, stucco and terracotta, and would look forbiddingly expensive were it not for the worn tire swing hanging from a tree and the flip-flops left strewn around the outdoor pool.

Inside, the house looks much the same--expensive but lived-in. A grand piano, clearly used, dominates one room. Another room has couches and chairs neatly arranged like a museum, with beat-up books and magazines filling its shelves and cupboards. It is light and airy, with huge windows, a well-stocked kitchen, and first-rate entertainment systems.

The first and second floors seem to be generalized living spaces, with the bedrooms on the third floor. The master bedroom is the only exception, and the only one that still seems in use. Multiple other rooms, especially on the third floor, look dusty and unused.

((welcome to the RP, writers! Let the games begin.))

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Lux laughed a little. "True, true. Still, it is nice to find out that not everyone is like that. Sometimes it's hard to remember--I've never quite been a glass-half-full sort of being." That had always been Gabriel, even in the darkest of times during the civil war.

Sort of being? Interesting. Miranda had never... well, that was irrelevant, except insofar as it was another clue to this person. "I suppose. My sister isn't, but then my brother and I work very hard to ensure she can remain idealistic."

Not that Jack was particularly cynical himself-- a realist, perhaps.

Lux nodded. "Mariko was idealistic when we first met. But it's been...a few years since then, and they were cruel to her." I was cruel to her. Whatever her reasons, whatever her need to have Mariko back, Lux was honest enough with herself to recognize that.

And, as painful as discussing her failures with Mariko was, it was far safer ground than discussing the other optimist she loved. Mentioning Gabriel would take her down an extremely uncomfortable pathway.

Miranda nodded. "I am... aware of what the world does to idealists. I will not allow it to do that to my sister."

Lux looked down at her hands, imagining her fingers entwined with Mariko's shorter ones, with the easy grace they had before the fire. "I wish you luck with that."

"Luck has nothing to do with it," Miranda said, briskly. "I just won't allow it." And she wouldn't. No matter what she had to do.

She smiled at that. "I could almost believe you when you say that, if I weren't so jaded these days." She would have kept Mariko away from that room, if she'd been able to. She would have kept Mariko away from Gabriel, and Michaela, and him, but she hadn't been able to do that, either. But this human seemed determined, and she certainly had more knowledge of her world than Lux did, after eons in prison.

Miranda shrugged again. It didn't have anything to do with luck or with belief; it only had to do with willpower, and ruthlessness. But that was not the hill she wanted to die on, so she let it go. "These days?"

...I really need to stop being so open with her. Even if I'm locked in what looks to be a consequence-free dimensional rift. "I used to think I could change the world." She shrugged fluidly. "Time proved otherwise. And most of the idealists I've known learn their hard lessons like I did. Some days it looks like it's only a matter of time before that happens to everyone."

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"To most," Miranda said. "Did you have anyone to protect you?" She asked out of curiosity more than any real interest, but that withholding... it was interesting, that was all.

"Other way around," Lux said. "I failed the people I was trying to protect. And then--" Damn. She kept coming right to the edge here. If she hadn't caught herself, she might have let Michaela's name slip.

"Hmm." Something to keep in mind. She refused to fail her sister, or her brother, refused to let either of them become what she was. "Thank you for telling me. It's... good to know."

She nodded. "Of course. And I...appreciate your not asking for further details." Couldn't hurt to let the human know that.

"I thought there was something you would rather not discuss," Miranda said, a little dry. "I don't particularly mind, just... may I ask who, precisely, you are?"

"My name is Lux," she said. "I apologize, I thought I'd already mentioned." She knew full well she hadn't, but it was, she thought, a reasonable courtesy sort of lie. "And yourself?"

"Miranda," she said, and left it at that. Either this person would know who she was, or they would not, and either way Miranda was fine with it. "I have a cousin named Luz. Quite similar, I believe."

She nodded. "Yes, fairly similar, I think." Of course, Lux was only an abbreviated, human-like rendering of her true name, but there was no need for Miranda to know that. "I don't know anyone else named Miranda--were you named after the Shakespeare play, or is it a family name, or...?"

"Do you know, I'm not sure," Miranda said. "I know that my mother is quite conversant with Shakespeare, but it's possible they just liked the name." She shrugged. "I had rather not be named for the character in the Tempest, though."

"Because of her relative passivity?" Lux guessed. The human's personality certainly made that particular comparison less than apt.

"Yes, that." Miranda shrugged. "And her father never really seemed to... my father loves me, and I am my mother's apt pupil."

Lux nodded slowly. "I think I understand what you mean. She represented something important to him, but he didn't necessarily love her. Perhaps?"

"Yes, I think that's it." It did sound right. Her parents loved her, both of them, and she was not a Shakespearian heroine. "I always had more sympathy with Caliban and Ariel."

Lux laughed a little. "Caliban was always my favorite. He at least knew he was trapped for reasons bred into him, beyond his control, and he tried to free himself--even if he didn't go about it in the best way and did horrible things for poor reasons, or no reason at all. Ariel.." She shook her head. "Ariel couldn't let go of Ariel's perception of Prospero, which had little or nothing to do with the truth."

Miranda blinked. "Ariel acted for precisely the same motivations as Caliban. He wanted to be free. They both did. Ariel just... was more obedient."

"Yes, of course Ariel wanted to be free, it's more..." Lux shook her head. "I don't think I'm explaining myself very well. It's the way Ariel goes about it, and seems to worship the ground Prospero walks on--Ariel desires Prospero's affection as much as freedom, and can't seem to realize that...well, it's a little bit impossible to have both, at least from Prospero."

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