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Seeking Interested Parties | VIDEO

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Sender ID: forgeabettertomorrow | (Darin Altway)
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Subject: Darin and Zelda have an IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT to make
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[As the video blips on, Darin walks onto screen from the left. He looks…anxious? Excited? Definitely more energized than usual. He leans forward, the top of the frame cutting off his head so you have a close-up of his torso and not much else.]

Did I do this thing right, Sunshine? I kinda wanna frame this up right.

[ The video feed wobbles a little, the camera going out of focus. Zelda's voice is audible from somewhere off screen. ]

Almost! Don't forget to activate this setting here.

[ The video feed wobbles again, the camera coming back into focus. ]

Alright. Alright, let’s do this.

…Oh holy crap, we’re already recording.

[Darin immediately stiffens as he realizes that he is, in fact, broadcasting.]

Damn piece of— whatever, just go. Okay! Hey everyone! So, I wanted to put this out there publicly because…Zelda and I have some exciting news.

[Darin takes a step back and reaches towards Zelda to take her hand with a wide, excited grin on his face.]

So…I’ve been working on a…on a project. An experiment, really. About the rifts that brought us all here.

[If you were waiting with bated breath for a certain matrimonial announcement, sorry, this isn’t gonna be that. It’s gonna be BETTER. It’s gonna be about SCIENCE.]

I…I’ve made no real secret of the fact that I want to figure the rifts out for…obvious, personal reasons. So, over the last couple of months, I designed something.

[Darin reaches off screen and returns holding what looks like a wireframe cube with a spherical chamber suspended in the center by eight converging rods anchored to the cube’s points.]

This. I call it the Beacon Box. I figured that the Rifts were too…potentially volatile to be controlled but hey, like any other force of nature, you don’t try and tame it, right? You learn to navigate it. I won’t…bore you with the science of it but the short version is I imbued it with an essence of me and my world with the help of the Leviathans and had it cast into the rift. I wasn’t expecting much but…

[Darin excitedly looks at Zelda.]

But we got some data. Zelda got some readings that we’re still parsing but…well, I’ll let her tell you.

[ Zelda, grinning just as excitedly as Darin, gives a little wave to the camera with one hand. In the other, she's holding the Purah Pad. ]

It took a little bit of doing, but I was able to program the Purah Pad to receive periodic transmissions from the Beacon Box while it traversed the Rifts. I believe a number of us have conducted research on the Rifts before, myself included, and a prevailing theory I came across was that the Rifts are related to the Leviathans-- possibly even created by them. So I expected that the energy signature of the Rifts would resemble that of the Leviathans.

[ And here, her grin gets wider. She looks like she's almost vibrating as she clutches the Purah Pad with both hands. ]

But that is not the case at all! Now, these remain preliminary readings, but the energy signature detected from the Rifts differs significantly from that of the Leviathans. Nor do they match any other signatures I've recorded in this world. The Rifts are far, far more powerful.

But that's not all! We recorded a few sudden influxes of energy-- "spikes," if you will-- the timing of which seem to align with the arrival of a few new riftfarers. I believe these spikes are indicative of people-- or even objects-- passing through the rifts. I posit that the same spikes occur with departures as well, although these are rather more difficult to verify.

Now, I've been examining the data produced by these spikes to see if I can't find any patterns or measurable specificity-- things which might help us determine when a passage through the Rifts will occur, or if any of these readings might indicate the world to which they are connecting-- a "world signature." As of now, I've not found any, but employing additional Beacon Boxes will expand the data pool significantly and allow for a much more thorough study of it.

[Darin chimes in now, tossing the Beacon Box back and forth in his hands like a kid waiting his turn to give a presentation.]

I know…it doesn’t sound like much. But it’s a start and this is where I want some help. Creating a Beacon Box requires…well…it requires you to give up something of deep, personal value. Something that can tether you to your world and can, in turn, call out to it. But…if I’m right?

If I’m right, people we’ve lost might be able to find their way back. And the people who want to go home? They might be able to do just that. But like Zelda said, we need more data. If you want to be a part of the project, please reach out to me or Zelda. I’ll be offering the construction of these boxes for free for anyone interested and if there’s anyone out there with even a passing interest in…dimensional space and time rifts? I’d love to work with you.

[At this point, Darin turns to Zelda, grinning from ear to ear. Unable to contain his excitement anymore, he sweeps her up into a giant bear hug, twirling her off screen to cries of “I did it!”]

(OOC NOTE: This is the start of the EXTREMELY LONG RUNNING BEACON BOX PLOT. ALL ARE WELCOME TO PARTICIPATE. I'll draft up an OOC write-up later but the short version is that Darin is looking for ways to navigate the rifts. If you have any questions, please feel free to DM me here, hit me up at Bitterbearface n Discord, or ping me on plurk at bitterbearface For the purposes of this post, please place in the subject line if you'd like to speak with DARIN or ZELDA specifically. If you have no preference, leave it blank!)

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[After his run-in with Benedikta, had to stop back off at the forge. As much as he would have liked to clean up, what mattered most was salvaging what he could of the day's notes and getting the door back into a place where he could lock the building up. From there, he made his way home.]

[His mind was already jumping between ideas. Half-formed thoughts, leads and trajectories to follow, risks and rewards, but above all else?]

[He was resolute. Determined. The plan had another wrinkle, another puzzle. But Darin wasn't going to settle for two choices. He'd simply make a third.]

[When he opens the door, there's a spring in his step and more than a little bit of urgency. He looks...bad. At least, his clothes do. His coat hangs off of his body from several dozen clean cuts, held in place more by his belt than anything. His shirt and pants are similarly cut cleanly in random spots and there's more than a fair amount of blood staining his clothes. Blood from wounds that have long since healed. Only a few thin lines still remain— scar tissue that is fast fading. He's covered in dirt and sand, but he marches in with purpose. He doesn't say a word. He merely spots Zelda and marched forward. And when she stands abruptly and begins to question just what the hell happened to him, he sweeps her up, cups her cheek and kisses her deeply. A kiss which he holds for more than a few tender moments before setting her back down on the soles of her feet.]

That dinner for me? I hope you ate yours already!

[He grins. He grins like nothing is wrong even though it's clear from the look of him that he was fighting for his life.]

[ Zelda is on her feet the moment she hears the door, spinning around to face the kitchen entrance. When she gets her first look at Darin, ragged and dirty and stained with blood, she lets out a terrified gasp. ]

Darin?! What--?!

[ She makes to run to him, but Darin is faster, and Zelda finds herself suddenly swept up in his arms and pulled into a kiss without a word of explanation. She tries to pull away, to demand answers like what the hell happened, but of course, his grip is too strong for her to fight against. After a second or two, the fight drains right out of Zelda and she returns his kiss with softness.

When Darin sets her down, he'll find that he's left her... rather gobsmacked, actually. She stares up at him in confusion, mouth slightly ajar, as if he's suddenly started speaking a different language. ]

I... [ Dinner?? He's asking about dinner?? When he looks like he just went for round two with Garuda and her harpies??

Darin will have plenty of time to maneuver around Zelda while she gawks at him and grab the covered plate that's waiting for him. Under the towel is a weakly-seasoned filet of white fish atop a bed of slightly-crunchy rice. Edible, but leaving much to be desired. ]

Darin, I--... [ A rough shake of her head to jumpstart her poor brain. ] Your clothes, you--.... Are you hurt? What in the world happened??

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[Darin maneuvers around Zelda easily enough and makes for the plate, pulling the towel off with a snap.]

Oh awesome! Just what I was in the mood for!

[He lifts the plate to his lips and...hm. It's cold. Does he bother putting it on the stovetop to reheat? Not a chance. Darin is starving for some reason and he begins to shovel rice into his mouth with his fork. He spears the fish filet, takes a bite and moves towards the living room where much of his work has been stationed for him and Zelda to pore over together.]

I'm fine, Sunshine! Couldn't be better! I just got into a minor disagreement with Benedikta. Good news? Pretty sure I can handle Garuda now.

[Another bite.]

Damn, this is good. You've gotten really good at blending herbs and spices. Mmm— is this saffron? Saffron lemon butter?

[He's currently looking at a large board he's made with several project stages and deliverables charted out.]

[ Zelda can do nothing sputter half-formed sentences and gesture awwardly with her hands as Darin collects his dinner and heads towards the living room. The princess follows right at his heels, looking every bit the worried wife she claims not to be. ]

Darin, wait a moment...

[ "Just what I was in the mood for!" ]

'Just what you were'--...? Darin--...

[ "I just got in a minor disagreement with Benedikta." ]

A disagreement? Over what?

[ "Good news? Pretty sure I can handle Garuda now." ]

Garuda?? You came upon Garuda?? Darin--

[ Zelda can feel her patience growing thinner and thinner with each question Darin either refuses to elaborate on or simply ignores entirely, until finally, she snaps.

"Mmm— is this saffron? Saffron lemon butter?" ]

DARIN, ENOUGH!!

[ In the time he's known her, Darin has probably heard Zelda raise her voice like this less than a handful of times. It's a sign that she's really and truly upset.

When he turns to her, he'll find her standing near the entrance to the living room, hands clenched into fists and face flushed with anger. Hot tears are pooling in the corners of her eyes. ]

Hylia help me, I've been worried about you! And here you come home looking like you've been through a terrible battle and you have more to say about my rice than whatever happened to you!

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[Darin jolts and spins when Zelda raises her voice, looking every bit like a chastised schoolboy who just got caught playing in the mud when he's been expressly told not to. His cheeks are puffed up, full of half-chewed rice and fish, grains speckling his cheeks. It's when he sees the tears though that he seems to come to his senses. He chokes down his mouthful and thumps his chest before depositing his plate on the coffee table.]

Okay...okay...[He pats the air in a placating gesture, very much playing the part of the husband caught by an angry wife.]

Okay. Breathe? Breathe with me?

[Darin takes a slow inhale and urges Zelda to do the same which...likely doesn't work.]

I'm sorry I worried you. Benedikta came by the forge and it...

Let's say negotiations fell through. She broke in after I'd left because she was trying to get to the Beacon Boxes. To...destroy them.

[He's going to pause there so Zelda can digest, ask follow-ups, and hopefully calm down.]

[Except...]

...In my defense, the rice paired really well with the lemon butter.

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[ Honestly, that cartoonishly absurd caught-in-the-act look on Darin's face when he turns around does more to cool Zelda's flaring temper than his poorly-timed attempt to coach her through a breathing exercise. (Seriously, Darin? Learn to read your not!wife.)

She does take a few slow breaths, though, and some of the anger in her visage subsides. Her clenched fists slacken, her tense shoulders loosen, but her frown and furrowed brows remain very much in place as she listen to Darin explain.

The furrow in her brows, in fact, deepens when he tells her Benedikta's aim. She wants to destroy the Beacon Boxes? But why? They finally have a chance to learn something about the Rifts, the chaotic force that could, at any moment, snatch someone away just as easily as it brought them here.

(Darin's assessment of Zelda's rice earns a dismissive sigh, but no remark.)

(... She is pleased to hear that he likes it so much, but now is really not the time.) ]

Did she attack you? [ Zelda gestures at Darin-- specifically, his tattered clothes. ] I thought you said you faced Garuda.

[Darin straightens up, no longer worried about catching some light shackles from a cranky not!wife.]

...Kind of?

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

She asked to meet with me but she never showed up, which is why I was late. I had locked up and was on my way home when I realized I'd forgotten something. When I got back, I found someone had broken in. Turns out, it was her.

...So...I never told you this...but Benedikta is Garuda. I never said anything because she asked me not to tell anyone and...well, I know better than anyone why it's important to hide your powers when they can do what she can.

But that's also why, when I could see the negotiations going south, I grabbed a box, made a big show of it, and got her to follow me out of town towards the coast. Because if she flipped and Garuda'd out, I didn't want anyone in town to get caught up in the fight. Thankfully...she only transformed a little. Which is why...[He gestures to himself.]

[But he takes a quick step forward towards her.]

But I'm alright. Nothing broken. And she's alright too. I chased her off before things got worse. I stopped her from transforming.

[ Zelda's eyes go wide. Benedikta is Garuda? Then that means she was the one who attacked Eltrut when Zelda first arrived? She is the one who left Darin half-dead in the ocean that day?

Subconsciously, Zelda lifts her hands and clutches them together against her chest, a fearful look coming over her face. She barely knows Benedikta; they've met or spoken in passing a handful of times at best. The woman has a commanding presence about her, a ferocity that would be the envy of any Gerudo warrior. To learn that she commands the power of the terrifying harpy? Well, it's difficult fight the sense of fear welling up in the princess's gut.

But she does try to fight it. She does try to push down the instinctive fear. Darin knows Benedikta-- as well as Cid and the others of his world-- far better than Zelda does. He feels a kindship with them. He trusts them. And Zelda trusts Darin. So she trusts his judgment. He wouldn't place his trust in a monster.

Monster... The word leaps unbidden to Zelda's mind, but she roughly shakes her head to banish it. Garuda's power doesn't make Benedikta a monster; it's how she uses it that does. Unfortunately, from Zelda's perspective, Benedikta's actions as Garuda have been pretty monstrous... ]

I.. I'm relieved that you're both all right. [ Even though Darin looks like he's been through hell. ] But I don't understand... Why would she want to destroy the Beacon Boxes? I thought Cid was engaged in rift research as well.

Yeah, they are. And that's what Benedikta was so pissed off about.

[Darin scoops up his plate and continues to eat. He's noticed that the more he uses his powers, the hungrier he gets. Probably something to look into.]

[He shovels a few more bites of food into his mouth as he turns to look at his board again.]

They want to close the rifts. Completely.

Th- They can't!

[ Zelda claps her hands over her mouth, but it's too late to prevent her frightened outburst. ]

Th- That is... if they close the rifts, everyone will be trapped here. I know Cid and Benedikta wish to stay here, but so many others wish to go home. We cannot take such an extreme measure while we still know so little about them. What if the rifts can't be opened again?

[ She's trying to be more controlled and fair. The rifts affect ever riftfarer in this world. But the thought that she may never be able to return to Hyrule, that Darin may never be able to come with her, it shakes Zelda to her core. ]

[Darin's silent. But not because Zelda's outburst catches him off guard. It's because he's weighing how much he should tell her.]

[He's sure Cid, Benedikta, and the rest of the Dominants won't want this getting out, but if Zelda were to truly understand the problem, she needs to be apprised of the stakes.]

...I don't know if you know this, Zelda...and if you didn't, please keep it to yourself.

The price that Cid, Benedikta, Jill, Clive, and Joshua all have to bear for using their power kills them slowly. I don't know the specifics but...if they go back to their world? It's likely a death sentence.

[Darin turns to Zelda, his countenance grim.]

Benedikta's terrified and I don't blame her. Keeping the rifts open and exploring them? That's co-signing their death certificate. Tonight was a warning and an ultimatum.

Either I shut down the project or she'll take action.

[ Zelda nods silently in acknowledgment of Darin's words, looking ashamed. No, she didn't know that the Dominants pay the price of their powers with their own lives. That must not be the case here in this world (perhaps because of how this world suppresses one's own magics?), else they would not be so intent to stay. Her lips tighten into a thin line. Now she feels guilty for her enthusiasm for the Beacon Boxes. This project risks their very lives.

Hands returning to clutch over her chest, Zelda walks further into the room so she can stand near Darin. Worry grips her heart like a vice, but now the reason is difference. ]

What are we to do? We- We cannot give up on our research...

[ To do so means giving up on the future they're fighting for. But now the risks... ]

[Darin's stern countenance begins to melt away. First, into a warm smile, then bursting into his trademark, confident grin.]

We're not going to.

[He shovels the last bit of food into his mouth and deposits the plate back on the table. With a flourish, he pulls his coat off and slings it over the couch with the same sort of gusto and intent one might have when rolling up their sleeves.]

I refuse to accept that there's only two options. There there's no way for everyone to come out of this what they want. I'm not so naive as to believe I can always make everyone happy...

But what kind of guy would I be if I didn't at least try?

[Darin turns to his board again and begins to make some new notes.]

There's a third option. Make it so the rifts can't affect the Dominants. Either make them invisible to the energy that the rifts emit or find a way to anchor their unique signatures here. The best part?

[He looks over his shoulder.]

There's precedent.

[His grin widens at the expected curious look Zelda is no doubt giving him.]

Whenever you fall into your sleeps, you're unaffected by anything. That weird bubble? You're rooted here! To you, it only seemed like a deep sleep, right? You never felt time passing?

If time doesn't affect you, why would the rifts be able to?

[ Zelda's expressions reflect her thoughts as she listens. Find a way to keep the rifts from effecting the Dominants? That's a really good idea, actually... Both of his ideas for how to do that seem promising too-- especially when he brings up the month-long sleeps the princess sometimes falls into.

Her eyes widen in amazement, brows rising. Her sleep comas... ]

You're right... When I fall into slumber like that, it seems that nothing is able to effect me. I don't need to eat or drink. I don't get bedsore. My muscles don't atrophy with disuse. And when I wake up, I always feel like I've only slept a single night. It's almost as though... time slows while inside the bubble.

[ Zelda comes to Darin's side and looks up at him, eyes shining with intrigue as his words take root in her mind. ]

If the bubble is formed through this world's magics, then it stands to reason that the bubble carries the same signature as this world. The rifts don't effect it because they only act on signatures foreign to this world.

[Darin snaps and points at her emphatically.]

Exactly. In other words?

If we're going to anchor the Dominants, we need something native to this world. Something powerful enough that it can shield them from the rifts and their influence.

We've been focusing so much on the magic and the Leviathans that we haven't really paid much attention to another card in play. One that we haven't really had much time to explore.

[He doesn't say the answer. He knows that Zelda knows what it is.]

[ Zelda, in fact, does not know what this is, and the churning gears behind her eyes come to an abrupt halt, as if someone just stuck an iron rod between their teeth.

'Another card in play?' Something besides the Leviathans and this world's magic? Her brows pinch together as she flips through her mental rolodex of information on this world. Something native to this world, powerful enough to shield the Dominants from the influence of the rifts. ]

Are you referring to the armadas' brands?

[ She sounds dubious, looking to Darin for confirmation that she's following his train of thought. ]

Although, I suppose, technically, those would fall under the definition of 'magic.' And they were less 'shields' and more 'suppressants.' But perhaps they could be reverse-engineered to suppress the world-signatures of the Dominants.

[ Not that anyone has the slightest idea how to control the brands... If the armadas were to reactivate the brands, the riftfarers would be little better equipped to deal with them now than they were last year. ]

[Darin freezes in place, still pointing at Zelda as she gives a most unexpected answer.]

[...The brands?]

[...The brands!]

[He grips her shoulders and gives her an excited little shake.]

Zelda! That's genius! If the brands could mark us with our identifying Armada, what if they could be use to mark someone as 'native' to this world?!

I was going to suggest the relics but...but what if we used both?!

Follow my thinking here: The brands needed a set value— in this case, the faction, to tie an individual to.

[Hastily, he turns to the board and pulls down a half-filled sheet of paper and begins scribbling.]

What if we could make a brand with the set value of Escordvi. We would just need something strong enough...maybe we could research the relics? Find their origins in this world and sync it to that?

[He stops and then turns to her, his eyes wide as another realization dawns on him.]

...If we could do that, maybe we could us that as a basis to return here too. Like a passport.

[ The way Darin simply stares, pointing at her, tells Zelda that she didn't guess his card correctly. But before she can take another guess, a bolt of inspiration suddenly strikes him. In an instant, he's back at the board, scribbling down notes as he speaks. Zelda leans in to peer at his notes while she listens. ]

Relics? [ Her expression pinches in confusion. ] Why relics? Not to suggest that we shouldn't research them, but if we need to establish a set value of 'Escordvi,' why utilize the relics? Why not one of the Leviathans? Or could we not simply 'sync' to the world itself?

[ She feels like she's missed something here. The armadas are a faction, something incorporeal, but something to which people are classified as 'members.' By that logic, non-riftfarers could be considered 'members' of this world, while riftfarers are 'members' of their own worlds. Would that work?

Zelda purses her lips. ] We still know very little about how the brands work. We will need to research them as well if we are to use them as a template.

Because I don't like the idea of tethering our friends to living things that can have a change of heart. Let's not forget when Elah decided to just go off on their own without the entire island for a little while.

[He snorts a half-laugh as he makes more notes.]

I'm focusing on the relics because, if there's one thing I've learned about magic, it's that it's malleable. And like any good workable metal, it can potentially be shaped or altered to suit our needs with a little tempering.

[Darin turns his head and gives Zelda a wink.]

Easier to tailor a component of the world rather than the world itself. Narrow the scope to the few over the many in this case. Right?

The brands offer a perfect tool for that. That was the missing piece for where to start! You're incredible, Sunshine!

[ Ah, right, the Leviathans can be unpredictable at times. Utilizing them as a sort of 'anchor-point' could end up backfiring.

The relics, though. Darin's logic is sound, and the more he discusses the potential for using the relics, the more Zelda agrees with the merits. Although she feels like she knows little and less about this world's relics than she does the brands, she trusts Darin's judgment on the matter.

His judgment... Not so long ago, Zelda saw Darin as rash and impulsive. He had a tendency to act before thinking things through, to be careless of risks, and unconcerned with any threat of injury to himself. Even the possibility of his own death did not give him pause-- in fact, Darin all but invited death, aiming to give up his life protecting others or defending a just cause. Several times, Zelda intervened on these 'noble sacrifices' and saved his life. Several times, Darin's disregard for his own life made her break down in tears.

But now... Nowadays, Zelda hardly recognizes him as the man who tried to throw his life away fighting Ganondorf. That man truly believed that the best thing he could do with his life was die saving the princess. The man who stood beside her today and shared his invention for all to see is someone else entirely. Someone eager to engage with people, to answer their questions and assuage their fears-- even in the face of violence. Someone unafraid to step into the spotlight. Someone unafraid to lead.

About half of what Darin is saying has gone completely unheard by Zelda. He might notice that she's no longer looking at the board, but directly at him, silently listening and smiling up at him. The sparkle of intrigue has faded from her eyes and her expression is more warm and fond now than curious and excited. ]

I think we have a very promising avenue to pursue for helping the Dominants remain here in this world.

But the hour is late and you, frankly, look terrible. [ Zelda laughs softly. ] I'm going to draw a warm bath for you so that you can relax and wash up, and then we are going to go to bed. It has been a long day and you are sorely in need of rest.

[Darin continues his plotting and assessments, oblivious to the eyes that Zelda is making his way. He's completely in his element: helping people. Listening to them. Engaging with them. Being a part of a community, of something larger than himself has always been Darin's goal. He's always wanted a place.]

[And now, unknowingly, he's stepped into one by Zelda's side. What that means for either of them remains to be seen but the picture is slowly coming into focus.]

[He blinks as his mind seems to catch up with what Zelda is saying.]

O-Oh...yeah, I guess it's been a longer day than usual.

How about I just take care of my dish?

[He moves to pick up his dish and to head into the kitchen. But Zelda should know by now that Darin will not only take this time to clean the kitchen, but the time afforded by doing such a mundane task will allow his mind to conjure new ideas and he'll rush back to the board again once he's done.]

[ Zelda swiftly picks up the empty plate before Darin can get his hands on it. She knows how this goes. Inspiration will undoubtedly strike him while he's in the kitchen and he'll be back at the board in no time. ]

Cleaning is not resting, Darin.

[ There's a playfulness in her chiding as she holds the plate out of his reach. She places her free hand on Darin's back and pushes him in the direction of the stairs. ]

Go on~ Sort out your clothing into what's salvageable and what isn't, and I'll be along shortly.

[Darin makes a swipe for the plate but Zelda dances out of his way and is at his back before he realizes it. What is this? What's going on? Since when did Zelda known when to stop working? Why is this sudden shift in dynamics got him so flustered??]

B...But I...the kitchen...!

A-And I left my coat on the couch...

[He turns but finds himself so easily herded towards the stairs, he's completely off-kilter. But it's the knowing smile playing on Zelda's lips that really makes it impossible to offer any resistance.]

[He gets to the foot of the stairs and with a bemused, resigned smile and playfully defeated huff, he acquiesces.]

Yes, dear...

['Dear????']

[His face turns several dramatic shades of scarlet as he realizes what just slipped out of his mouth.]

D-D— !

I-I mean...!

D-Dear...Dear me! L-Look at the time!! Y-You're right, Sunshine, it's been a hell of a day! I-I'll go get ready s-so...don't take too long...!

[He trips and falls up about five stairs before his heavy boots thunk onto the wood. A moment later, she'll hear his footfalls upstairs.]

['Dear?!?!']

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