Quantum Catz: BM: ::is walking off of the beach, soaked through as the rain starts to fall; there are a few people around though she hopes none of them saw her when she fell into the ocean and she's trying to avoid getting too close so they won't notice the way she's flickering::
YarnKittymon: : ::as Becky nears the boardwalk, a strong-looking man with a vaguely pleasant expression heads down the stairs, taking off his jacket, and looking straight at Becky::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::doesn't notice the man, as she's looking down at the ground as she walks::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::the man stands squarely in front of Becky:: Hey, Miss Ghost!
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks up at him, surprised and then moves forward, intending to walk past him:: Leave me alone
YarnKittymon: DL: Please take my jacket at least. You'll stand out less.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::hesitates and then nods:: Thanks
YarnKittymon: DL: ::the rain drips down the man's face and lands on his shirt and pants, though he doesn't seem to mind in the least:: Would you like to go to a bathhouse, get dried off?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::shakes her head:: I should go home
YarnKittymon: DL: ::doubtfully:: Maybe. But you don't think Miss Williamson has enough on her mind without worrying about *you*?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: Maybe i should go get dried off, maybe i'll've stopped flickering by then...
YarnKittymon: DL: The bathhouses are sure to be crowded. If you'd like to get a change of clothes I could drive you downtown...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::almost bitterly:: I *don't* need a change of clothes, i just need to get some energy back
YarnKittymon: DL: Calm down! Let's at least go back to my car; we'll be out of the rain. I'm sorry I didn't bring an umbrella, but I thought the clouds were bluffing.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::nods, although she doesn't really care about the rain::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::guides Becky up the stairs, then under any roofs and awnings between them and where his car is parked; they still get rather wet on the way, but finally he gets to his expensive car and opens the door for Becky:: Get in; don't mind the seats.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::pauses before she gets in:: Who are you anyway? You already seem to know who i am
YarnKittymon: DL: You don't remember me? I helped that friend of yours--Maeve, is it? the firebrand--when that terrible man came in and made you all lose control.
Quantum Catz: BM: Did you? I didn't really notice - i was kind of busy at the time ::gets into the car, without questioning him further::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::gets into the driver's seat, looking a bit concerned; he doesn't turn the car on:: Why did you jump into the ocean?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::softly:: Doesn't matter
YarnKittymon: DL: Surely it matters to some people, like Miss Williamson!
Quantum Catz: BM: ::glares at him:: *She* isn't going to find out
YarnKittymon: DL: ::frowns:: Didn't she try a similar stunt just a few months ago?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::winces:: What does it matter to you anyway?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks down:: I'm sorry. I just think this dream of a freak show is beautiful, and I hate to see bad things happen to anyone involved.
Quantum Catz: BM: I wasn't trying to drown myself ::although she doesn't seem certain::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::quietly:: I wanted to go after you but I wasn't fast enough to get down to the pier. Thank goodness you came up all right.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::frowns slightly:: Did you...see someone else there? Was i really...on my own...?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods soberly:: I think you need to rest. I'll stop disturbing you. You may go sleep in the back seat if you'd like.
Quantum Catz: BM: I can't sleep...i keep waking up...
YarnKittymon: DL: ::concerned:: Oh?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks upset:: Libby said i was just sleeping but i wasn't - i was gone, i didn't exist...
YarnKittymon: DL: Didn't exist? That sounds terrible!
Quantum Catz: BM: ::hardly noticing him; softly:: I just don't want to fade away...
YarnKittymon: DL: Fade away? Like you are now?
Quantum Catz: BM: No...this isn't so bad...sometimes it's so hard i can hardly hold my body together...
YarnKittymon: DL: Oh my...how do you *live* like that? I'd go mad...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: It's the only way i've ever lived
YarnKittymon: DL: ::pauses:: And you've never tried to get a real body?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::bitterly:: And how on earth would i do that?
YarnKittymon: DL: I'm sure there's ways. I know someone who might be able to manage it.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks over at him, frowning:: It's impossible
YarnKittymon: DL: Even if you traded bodies with someone?
Quantum Catz: BM: And give them my body? ::wearily:: I wouldn't wish that on anyone
YarnKittymon: DL: ::with a vague smile:: Not even a criminal?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::uncertainly:: It's impossible...and besides, they'd probably die, whatever would be left of me for them to exist as, they probably couldn't hold it together...
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks at her soberly:: We'll figure out a way, Becky. I'm pretty sure we can do it--not with science, exactly, but I think if we work at it we can turn your body *solid.*
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looking as if she's about to cry:: What do you care anyway? Why're you saying this?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::softly:: I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help. I just like to help people, I guess; same reason I put that fire out at the show. Or helped, anyway.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looking miserable:: I doubt you can help me
YarnKittymon: DL: Well, I'll try, all right? Surely you can't ask me to stop that much?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::nods weakly in agreement then, wearily:: I just don't see what you could do, especially back here in 1928
YarnKittymon: DL: ::with a slight smile:: This is the pinnacle of progress, isn't it?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: I guess
YarnKittymon: DL: ::softly:: Not every solution involves *science,* you know.
Quantum Catz: BM: So you're going to wave a magic wand now, are you?
YarnKittymon: DL: Not a wand, no.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::murmurs:: Magic...you mean someone's powers?
YarnKittymon: DL: Something like that....we're not exactly sure how it works, but we have high hopes.
Quantum Catz: BM: Who's 'we' anyway?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks a little startled:: Oh...you might have the wrong idea, though...
Quantum Catz:BM: Wrong idea about what?
YarnKittymon: DL: Who we are. But if we get something figured out, I'll tell you, all right? Hmm, the rain's slowed.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks out at the rain:: Yeah...
YarnKittymon: DL: You'd never once want to change your body with someone? Even if he or she was willing?
Quantum Catz: BM: But they'd probably die - why would they want to do that?
YarnKittymon: DL: Do you really think she'd die? ::pauses:: Frankly, given your...abilities...I'm sure dozens of people would be happy to switch with you.
Quantum Catz: BM: And they'd have to focus every day on holding themselves together. They wouldn't really have time to get used to it, before...
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks at Becky, surprised, and with a concerned expression:: Becky...we'll figure out a way to make you solid, then. I give you my word.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles rather sadly:: If you could really do it, i'd owe you my life...
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: Then it would be a worthy cause. Just be patient, Becky. Neither Miss Williamson nor I will let you fade away.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::frowns slightly:: I don't want Libby to know about this...i don't want...i don't want her to worry
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks a little surprised, but quickly hides it:: No, no, of course not. And I probably shouldn't've told you anything myself; I got your hopes up. But I think we'll figure something out, so just be quiet and wait, all right? ::smiles::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs and nods:: Alright
YarnKittymon: DL: Let me walk you back home.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks down at her hand, it's still flickering but it isn't as noticable anymore:: Okay
YarnKittymon: DL: ::gets out; it's only sprinkling now; opens Becky's door for her:: I will probably need your friends' help, when we get this all figured out.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::gets out of the car:: Well i doubt they'd refuse ::sighs:: I think they all know how afraid i am of fading away now
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks a little surprised, but shakes his head:: I may ask them, but so far, it seems the more surprised they are, the better it works...
Quantum Catz: BM: The better what works?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::in an absent tone of voice, as though he's not thinking of what he's saying:: The magic.
Quantum Catz: BM: The magic? What is it that you've done before with it?
YarnKittymon: DL: Nothing yet, but we think there's the potential to do *anything* with it.
Quantum Catz: BM: *Anything*? That's pushing it a bit, isn't it?
YarnKittymon: DL: Is it? Couldn't that be someone's talent, to do anything he set his mind to, if he had the power?
Quantum Catz: BM: I guess
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nearing the Freak Show:: Trust me, Becky. Please.
Quantum Catz: BM: I find it hard to trust some virtual stranger who comes up to me and offers to try and give me something i've wanted all my life ::smiles slightly:: But considering that you *are* offering, i don't think i care that i don't trust you
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles warmly; puts his hand on Becky's shoulder:: I suppose that will have to do. ::opens the door of the Freak Show building::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is sitting on the stage; the exterior lights are out, even though she usually tries to have at least one show in the afternoon/evening; she seems to have given up for the day, though. She looks up when the two come in, about to say there's no more shows for the day, but sees Becky is with them:: Good afternoon...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles slightly:: Heya
YarnKittymon: LB: ::pauses:: Who's your gentleman friend?
Quantum Catz: BM: This's the guy that helped Maeve when she lost control before ::she doesn't say his name because she can't remember it, and isn't even sure if she was ever told it::
YarnKittymon: LB: Oh, that's right...I don't think I caught your name...
YarnKittymon: DL: ::extends his hand to her:: Donald Quinn, at your service, Miss Williamson. I'm afraid Becky was caught in the rain and I didn't have an umbrella, myself...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::shakes his hand:: Well, thank you. What were you doing out there, Becky? ::pauses:: If it's raining so badly, we should have had a show, but it's too late for that now.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::runs her hand through her hair, which is still damp; smiles slightly:: It's about stopped now. And you know i like the rain
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles weakly:: You'll catch a cold. ::turns back to Donald:: Thank you. I'd invite you for something to drink but all I have is some rather poor tea, and that's not made.
YarnKittymon: DL: Oh, the pleasure was mine, Miss Williamson. And I'd best be getting home. Nice to see you two ladies again, though. Good evening. ::goes to the door::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::watches him as he leaves:: See you round
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles at her:: Most likely, hopefully soon. ::leaves::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::murmurs:: Yeah
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles a bit, though only faintly:: What was *that* about?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::turns back to libby:: What was what about?
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, you're usually not the type to accept help from strangers.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::shrugs:: He wasn't a stranger, i remembered him from before
YarnKittymon: LB: I suppose....at any rate, you didn't miss anything here. Daniel's still napping.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::pulls the jacket closer around her, almost as if she's cold and then smiles to try and cover her actions:: You want to go out somewhere? I don't really feel like sitting around here
YarnKittymon: LB: It's still wet outside, isn't it? But we could go to Raymond's if you'd like; perhaps he'd lend us some money. ::smiles::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::groans in mock-dismay:: Not the cat guy ::smiles::
YarnKittymon: LB: Some day we'll all go out and see Luna Park and Steeplechase, hang the expense. But it seems silly to waste the money today, while it's dark and raining. ::smiles:: Come on. Perhaps I'll win you a prize.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: Alright. I'll win *you* a prize
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, the Bowery's all tricks; not a straight game among 'em. But if you know the tricks, sometimes you can get lucky. ::goes back and gets a jacket, then heads outside::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::her smile fades while libby isn't watching her, but she does pretty well at seeming cheerful while she is:: So do you know all the tricks then?
YarnKittymon: LB: No, not all of them...::smiles:: Perhaps I should run one of those games next year...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: As long as you don't end up like Raymond in the process
YarnKittymon: LB: I'm not sure; doesn't one big cat add up to a dozen smaller ones?
Quantum Catz: BM: Yeah, but you can at least get a sensible conversation out of Dan
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: He is good company. Do you think we could teach him to read?
Quantum Catz: BM: Well he's smart enough, if he wanted to learn
YarnKittymon: LB: I'm not sure the proper way to bring up a giant cat.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::shrugs:: Me either, but as long as he's happy...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks about ready to say something, but quickly shakes her head; they're being hailed by several game operators, all at once, all saying things like "A pretty toy for a pretty lady" and whatnot; smirks:: You think you have any luck, Becky?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles slightly:: Ocassionally
YarnKittymon: LB: ::looks down the line:: Some bottle games, you can win, but not that one. It takes twenty tries before you can figure out how to shoot those water pistols there right. I don't think you'll hit any of those targets with a dart, either; the bulls' eyes are too hard for a dull dart to even stick to. But you'd have a better chance than most of these gentlemen, as the darts are weighted, but I don't suppose that would throw you off, unless you play darts more than I thought you did. There's no way you'll hit those rifle targets unless you're a marksman, but it *is* kind of fun to feel the kick of a real gun. ::smiles wryly:: Lots of fun, isn't it?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: So how do you know all of this?
YarnKittymon: LB: If you watch carefully for an hour or two, you can see most the tricks. ::smiles, with just a faint blush:: And a few years ago I dated a man who worked nearby.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles:: So what happened to him?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::mock-wistfully:: Took a job in a traveling fair. That, and he kept trying to unbutton my dress.
Quantum Catz: BM: So, not the kind of guy you'd hold onto then...
YarnKittymon: LB: He wanted to hold on to a couple parts that are rather dear to me, but no. ::smiles::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles and then looks around:: Alright, is there anything around here that isn't next to impossible to win?
YarnKittymon: LB: No, but there's some things that aren't next to next to impossible to win. ::smiles:: Oh, that one's new--try to catch a goldfish. But Daniel would probably just eat it, I'm afraid. ::looks around a bit more:: Oh, that one where you throw a marble and whichever space it lands on, has a prize written underneath. I doubt you'll win anything worthwhile, but you may win *something,* and I've spoken with that man before. I don't think he's actually crooked; there may be a slight chance of winning one of the big prizes. ::smirks:: Not that a crystal radio's that much of a prize.
Quantum Catz: BM: Come on then, let's try it and see if i get lucky
YarnKittymon: LB: All right. ::tries not to worry about the money, and hands Becky a dime::
: ::the man running the game smiles at the two of them:: Miss Williamson, is it? Nice to see you again.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles:: Heya, can i get a go? ::hands him the money::
YarnKittymon:: ::smiles:: Sure. ::hands her a marble, and points out the grid to her; one has to almost lean over the counter to see it well, as it's only raised about a foot off the ground, and is made of centimeter-square boxes marked out by a slightly raised grid:: Good luck.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::holds the marble for a moment and then throws it towards the grid::
YarnKittymon:: ::it hits one of the squares and bounces out onto the ground::
YarnKittymon: : Oh my; what terrible luck! ::picks up the marble:: Why don't you give it another try?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: What's the point?
YarnKittymon: : ::the man hands her the marble:: No, go on.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::throws the marble again, although she doesn't look very interested anymore::
YarnKittymon: ((Gah, I'm really not trying to rip her off, but I did a couple dice rolls to see how well she'd do and they BOTH came up '1' ^^;;;;))
Quantum Catz: ((see, even fate wants becky to be depressed ^_-))
YarnKittymon: : ::the marble bounces out again::
YarnKittymon: : ::the operator looks truly baffled:: Well...that's never happened before...::with a weak smile:: Seems to me that's worth some sort of prize.
Quantum Catz: BM: There's not much point in giving me a prize for losing
YarnKittymon: : Well, it's really quite impressive; these marbles don't normally bounce out.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::jokes weakly:: Maybe the world's just against me
YarnKittymon: : ::the man smiles at Becky, then flashes a large grin at Libby; reaches under the counter, and hands Becky a rather ugly Kewpie doll:: Please, take it.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::takes it and smiles wearily:: Thanks, i guess
YarnKittymon: LB: ::mouths a silent thank you to the man:: Come on, Becky. Let's see a show. Might as well check out our competition, don't you think?
Quantum Catz: BM: Okay, what show d'you want to see?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smirks:: Well, there must be *one* show here that has more than hardly-dressed female dancers...::her gaze lingers on one, but she realizes, just in time, that it's one of those fire-and-brimstone shows:: Um....we could see a fake freak show...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles:: Alright then, lead the way
YarnKittymon: LB: ::luckily, the rain's stopped by now; goes down several muddy streets to a large circus tent; smiles sheepishly:: If it weren't for this place I suppose we'd get more business, ourselves...::pulls out a couple dimes and pays::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: Guess we shouldn't be going to watch this then, should we?
YarnKittymon: LB: No, but there's a small crowd today; I don't feel quite so badly about it. ::pauses:: I'm sure everyone else could get a job here, if they wanted. ::sighs::
Quantum Catz: BM: But they don't want to - they're your friends, they want to show to do well as much as you do
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles at Becky:: I know that...just...someone offered to buy the show yesterday, acts and all. Through a letter. Of course I said it wasn't for sale, but Becky, it was a lot of money...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::hesitantly:: I don't know if the others'd really want to do the show if it was for someone else...
YarnKittymon: LB: I know. Even if they agreed to it, no professional show can have its acts go missing for days at a time. It just made me think a little.
Quantum Catz: BM: About what?
YarnKittymon: LB: I don't know. How things would've been....::shakes her head:: I can't imagine life without the show, but it's so difficult...
Quantum Catz: BM: Starting something new's always hard, i guess
YarnKittymon: LB: It's not just that, though. I mean, these people...it's pathetic, but they're almost my only friends...
Quantum Catz: BM: You guys are *my* only real friends, all the other people i've known've either got left behind when i moved on or just...drifted away...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles a little, putting an arm around Becky:: My friends...the ones I used to have...there's only so many times you can hear someone say "This place is so *quaint*!" before you go mad...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: That'd probably get on *my* nerves after about five seconds
YarnKittymon: LB: ::suddenly:: I graduated from college. I can find a real job!
Quantum Catz: BM: ::surprised by the sudden statement:: What?
YarnKittymon: LB: Well, if I want to be rich again, I don't think I can do it *here,* no matter how hard I try.
Quantum Catz: BM: No, i guess not. So what would you do?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::sighs:: I don't know...work my way up in a department store, I suppose...Becky, I don't know what I want to do...
YarnKittymon: : ::about this time, a man dressed in a ridiculous outfit comes out and announces the first sideshow act::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles slightly:: Let's just watch the show just now
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods silently::
YarnKittymon: : ::the show focuses on the bizarre more than the supernatural, parading around "Indians", an African queen, the obligatory bearded lady and illustrated man, a man who seems to have every part of his body pierced, and other rather disgusting acts::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::shakes her head:: I really don't get why people would come to see this stuff
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly:: It's about the spectacle, not the acts themselves.
Quantum Catz: BM: Well it doesn't seem that interesting to me
YarnKittymon: LB: I don't enjoy it much either, but that might be jealousy talking. Or my foul mood.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: I wish you didn't have to worry about money or anything
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly:: Perhaps next season I'll simply work for someone else--then at least I won't have to go hungry to assure the business's success.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks worried:: I wish i could change everything, make it so it was better for you now, but last time i tried that on someone it didn't really help anything much
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly, so quietly it's hard to hear over the noise of the show:: No...if I could just change one part of the past, it wouldn't be to get my fortune back, anyway...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::concerned:: Then what would it be?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly:: That my father were alive. I know people die, and I accept his death, but he went before his time. And if he were still here, I feel like...::shakes her head:: And I'd never have met any of you, so that wouldn't be so good.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: No, it wouldn't
YarnKittymon: LB: ::softly:: I'm sorry. You certainly don't need to hear all of this.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles weakly:: That's okay...we're friends, right? Who would you talk to if not one of your friends?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles:: Thank you...and if you need to depress me in return, please, feel more than free.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::starts to fidget with the sleeves of Donald's jacket:: Well, i will if i ever have anything to talk about
YarnKittymon: LB: ::sighs in relief as the show finally ends; stands:: Well. Ours is *much* better.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles:: Definitely
YarnKittymon: LB: ::yawns:: Rain makes me tired; I think I could sleep through even a scuffle right in front of our door. What do you say we go home?
Quantum Catz: BM: Okay
YarnKittymon: LB: ::finally seems to notice the jacket:: You'll have to return that to him, won't you?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::shrugs:: He'll probably come looking for it eventually
YarnKittymon: LB: ::nods, smiling:: Someone came to claim that nice gold pocketwatch that was left behind last week. A bit of a pity.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: That's a shame
YarnKittymon: LB: But I had to give it back; I wouldn't want to sulley Coney Island's spotless reputation. ::laughs; though the place is a lot of fun, it's less than clean, and fights and pickpocketing are not uncommon::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles:: I'm surprised they didn't just assume it'd been stolen
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly:: That's all right; it was a family heirloom. I'm glad they got it back.
Quantum Catz: BM: Yeah, i suppose it would've been hard on them to lose it
YarnKittymon: LB: They weren't that rich, either, the couple that came in for it. ::unlocks the door of the Freak Show building::
Quantum Catz: BM: Not a lot of people are very rich
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs slightly:: True enough. ::goes back inside and turns a light on; Daniel's sleeping near the stage, but opens his eyes when they come inside::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles:: Hey Dan
YarnKittymon: DN: Where'd you go?
Quantum Catz: BM: We just went out to watch a show
YarnKittymon: DN: Awww...I wanna see a show someday.
Quantum Catz: BM: Maybe we'll work out a way one day ::goes over to sit beside him::
YarnKittymon: DN: ::rests his head on Becky's lap; he's tired from running around with a kid::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::strokes his head, smiling slightly::

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