*is waylaid in the hall by one of the other patients* Don't trust the chess pieces. Got it. You might want to keep an eye on the Guess Who? guys as well.
*grins* That's right! And then I lost you again. But you're not the type to hold a grudge, are you, Nienor? *wasn't really paying attention during the briefing, no*
Not Nienor no not Nienor, Nienor's gone the bad things took her NOT NIENOR.
*gets up and starts pacing back and forth, chewing on her fingers*
*mostly to herself* Mablung Mablung Mablung Captain of the Guard Mablung and there were horses but they were scared and then the Bad Thing came and made you forget forget everything forget Túrin and then all the Bad Things happened and Nienor had to go away Mablung.
*fairly freaked out* Shhhit okay...um...it's all right now. There are no Bad Things here, see? It's just whoever you are and me, okay? No horses and no scary Bad Things.
*approaches you slowly, hands raised in front of him* *wracks his brain* Níniel?
*turns it upside-down* Oh, yeah. There's my favorite tree. Right next to the uh, UFO-ish, bacon-shaped thingy.
You should come out to the MoMAA with me. That's a museum. You can look at those paintings any which way and they always end up meaning 'despair' or 'frolicking on a summer' or something.
*brightens up* Can I can I!!? I want to go to the museum. I got to go out once but I only went to the palace then and Dr. Ron was mad because I left without telling anybody. I like it outside of here.
*you really have to wonder about that hospital's security, huh?*
*is a little overwhelmed by the crush but stays by your side and remembers the breathing exercizes that Dr. Ron told her to do when she starts to get scared*
*stops and stares when they pass a street artist drawing sketches*
*looks at one of them* *helpfully* You forgot to put clothes on her. *nods and wanders off*
*buys two ice creams from a vendor in the cultural district*
We have to hurry up and eat them before we get to the museum. They won't let us in with them unless we stick 'em on a canvas and say it's art.
*walks the rest of the way with a companionable arm around your shoulder*
Now just sit over here while I pay to get us in, okay? *meanders over to the ticket window and starts arguing with the clerk about veterans' discounts*
*is really into it with the ticket seller* *amiably* I'm just saying...if the policy only applies to current-world wars, you might want to put that on the sign somewhere, you know? It makes no difference to me. But you seem like a nice guy and all. I'd hate for my meathead soldier buddies to start cutting off heads, you know? *...* What do you mean, they wouldn't set foot in a museum?
*wanders around for a bit, thinking this a fun sort of game*
...*eventually starts to see how it's not that fun*
*curls up against the museum wall and rocks back and forth*
Mablung's gone away and now the dragon will come now the dragon will come why did he go he's coming he's coming I don't want to forget I don't want to forget no more forgetting I don't want to forget.
*lets out an ear-piercing shriek, scaring just about everyone around her*
Túrin? Neithan Mormegil Agarwaen Gorthol Thurin Adanedhel...? Iarwaeth? *hopefully* Thaliodrin? Why do I have so many names and is any of these ringing a bell?
*takes another step toward you* Here is Doriath. Please don't get upset. I am going to slaughter every person responsible for this but I won't hurt you. I want to help. Please?
*gently* You've been...ill and you've been living at a hospital. There are people there to take care of you until you're better. Or they're supposed to, anyway.
I can take you back there. *doesn't have a lot of confidence in that idea, under the circumstances* Or you can come with me and I can look after you until you remember. *wHeEzE*
*really wishes he could think of another reasonable option here*
*tries to process the fact that you're apparently now in possession of a good deal more sanity and a good deal less general information*
*forces what he hopes is a reassuring smile* No, it's fine. Really. In fact, I was just looking for a new place to live so... *shrugs* It'll alter the plan a little. That's all. And I can tell you mostly everything with tranquilizers on hand and...maybe it'll help you remember? I don't know. It's worth a shot anyway.
*chews his lip* Well...I need to go back to the hospital to set it on fire talk to the people in charge. Tell them you won't be staying any longer. Because they're probably looking for you right now.
Will you go there with me? I'm sure they have someplace you can rest for a while while I get the bloodbath paperwork sorted out.
...I know you? I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten everything some things. *has a feeling that's a line she's going to be repeating quite often from now on*
Is taking her out to get ice cream and see modern art and telling her to wait for me and her doing crazy things and me being very sorry a happy-ending sort of reason? Just a 'yes' or a 'no' is fine. If it's 'no' I'll think of something else.
Nienor is tired. I am going to take her inside and talk to the administration and you will not move from this spot in the meantime. I am actually very good at tracking, if you recall.
I'm glad you're still here. If I'd killed you on the spot, Nienor would have seen and then there would've been this whole trust issue between us.
"Oh, Túrin, I never know if you're going to just snap and slit my throat." *shrugs* You know how it is.
*takes hold of your collar and slams you up against the building*
So what were you thinking, exactly? I'll engrave it on your tombstone.
*in a rush* I was looking at her drawings and thinking about how she likes art and how she always liked art you know before or maybe you don't know? I don't know but also she seemed lonely and offering a fuck seemed a little bit wrong in a way but I brought her a Nintendo and she really loves the mushrooms and have you ever had chocolate chip coconut ice cream I mean WOW.
*pats your arm* You wouldn't kill one of your best friends, would you? Oh. Oh, damn. Um. Beleg wouldn't like it?
*shortly* Mablung? If I ever hear you've so much as spoken to my sister again, I really will kill you, and Eru help you, I'll make it last. I'm not joking. She is the last person who should have to put up with your bullshit.
*his smile fading* I get the point, all right? I won't corrupt your precious little sister. Sweet Manwë on a crutch. A guy tries to do a good deed once in a lifetime.
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