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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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She tilted her head. "And is that so difficult to understand? People love impossible people all the time. Sometimes you... sometimes it only happens."

"It's not that I don't understand it," she said. "It's that it makes it harder for me to like Ariel as much as I like Caliban. Caliban is more aware of what's going on. I like perceptive people, even when they do terrible things, especially when their cause is just."

"Ah." And Miranda could understand that, she supposed, but perception, real, clear-eyed perception could be as much a curse as it was a gift. "I prefer those with some hope left."

"Above all, I think I prefer those whose hope doesn't require blind affection to keep it going," Lux replied quietly. "Those who are neither crushed and bitter, nor utterly oblivious. But those are rare, and I lean towards those who know." She shrugged. "Less chance I might accidentally be the one to crush them."

Ah, an interesting point. Miranda was beginning to enjoy this. "All hope depends on selective blindness," she replied. "If everyone saw the world as it really was, then there would be no hope. You cannot have one without the other."

"Hm," Lux said, tilting her head consideringly. "A fair point. But there is a difference between selective blindness and total willful ignorance. The first is a defense mechanism, as you said. The other..." She shrugged. "Rather the opposite, I think."

"And not at all what Ariel had," Miranda said. "He defended himself and his sanity, and then when he had his freedom, he took it and he left." She paused, looking at the ceiling. "I would have done the same, were I given to that sort of thing."

"Perhaps, and that is a worthy goal," she acknowledged. "But at the same time, Ariel remained so focused on Prospero's affection--I believe the line is, "Do you love me, master? No?" Lux shook her head. "That's the part that stays with me, that makes Ariel so...I'm not sure of the word. But that leans into the second category, at least as I see it."

Miranda raised an eyebrow. "And Prospero lies. He says he does. It's a figure of speech, not a Freudian slip."

"But at the same time, if Ariel's eyes would just open, just for a moment--" Lux cut herself off, realizing she was drifting a little too close to her own history, to the war she had lost, which had little or nothing to do with a magical island from a human poet's imagination. "On second thought, you may be right, Miranda, and I'm reading too much into this," she said. "I apologize."

Miranda shrugged one shoulder, intrigued by that. "Why apologize? It's an intellectual disagreement. I didn't think either of us had any particular emotional involvement."

Which was a lie, but only a little one.

"No, of course not," Lux said. "I was on the edge of it, though." She smiled wryly. "An aspect of my personality of which I am not particularly fond."

There was something not quite right about this other being, but Miranda couldn't help liking Lux for all that. "It can hardly be avoided. Emotional attachment, I mean. It simply... occurs."

"And always in the most inconvenient of ways and times," Lux agreed. She liked this human quite a bit--not the same way she liked Mariko, of course, but she was certainly an interesting conversationalist.

(OOC: Oh, Miranda, growing to like the literal Devil via Shakespeare analysis, lol.)

"Absolutely," Miranda snorted, and tried not to think about Peter Edleson. "With the most inappropriate people. My poor sister seems to get the worst of it."

(OOC: I know right?)

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