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mayfield_logs2012-08-10 08:15 pm
questionauthority) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-08-10 08:15 pm
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I have often walked down this street before...
Who: Edward Nigma and Ema Skye
What: A former criminal and a forensic investigator wake up one morning to discover that not only are they no longer droned, they're also married. Fun times.
Where: 462 Stone Street
When: Morning of Saturday, August 11th, 195X
Warnings: None I can think of at the moment. Will change if anything pops up.
[Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, shame on him. But unfortunately for Edward Nigma, it looks like this is the third time he's found himself stuck in this dreadful position: waking up, completely disoriented, in a room that is not his own.
Mayfield. Again.
Terrific.
No, no, he's definitely not in Gotham. But what's stranger still is that there's something... different about this bedroom than the one at 726 Anderson Lane. It's larger. Considerably larger than the one Susan had left him with after claiming the master bedroom for herself. So he's in another house...? Why?
Think, Edward, think. There's an answer to everything and this shouldn't be so difficult. What's the last thing you can remember happening before waking up here? ...Oh. Right. Dying. Thanks to a poisonous rat bite in the other Mayfield he had found himself sucked into with Luke and countless others. Everything leading up to his untimely demise was such a foggy, jumbled blur...
Is he still stuck inside the other Mayfield? How would he even be able to tell? Is there anything else wrong with this picture?
Well. There is one thing that catches his attention pretty quickly. Namely, the young woman lying in bed next to him. It definitely isn't Susan, Susan never had long auburn hair like... like...
No.
It couldn't be.]
...Ema?
What: A former criminal and a forensic investigator wake up one morning to discover that not only are they no longer droned, they're also married. Fun times.
Where: 462 Stone Street
When: Morning of Saturday, August 11th, 195X
Warnings: None I can think of at the moment. Will change if anything pops up.
[Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, shame on him. But unfortunately for Edward Nigma, it looks like this is the third time he's found himself stuck in this dreadful position: waking up, completely disoriented, in a room that is not his own.
Mayfield. Again.
Terrific.
No, no, he's definitely not in Gotham. But what's stranger still is that there's something... different about this bedroom than the one at 726 Anderson Lane. It's larger. Considerably larger than the one Susan had left him with after claiming the master bedroom for herself. So he's in another house...? Why?
Think, Edward, think. There's an answer to everything and this shouldn't be so difficult. What's the last thing you can remember happening before waking up here? ...Oh. Right. Dying. Thanks to a poisonous rat bite in the other Mayfield he had found himself sucked into with Luke and countless others. Everything leading up to his untimely demise was such a foggy, jumbled blur...
Is he still stuck inside the other Mayfield? How would he even be able to tell? Is there anything else wrong with this picture?
Well. There is one thing that catches his attention pretty quickly. Namely, the young woman lying in bed next to him. It definitely isn't Susan, Susan never had long auburn hair like... like...
No.
It couldn't be.]
...Ema?
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His expression of disbelief rouses her, causing her to open an eye and give him a rather less-than-charitable stare.]
Mmmph, Edward, it's--
[Wait.
Edward?!
Suddenly Ema's very much awake, sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes. It takes her a minute, but the confusion quickly fades as she recognizes her surroundings and the situation. Waking up confused in an unfamiliar place? Check. 1950s style master bedroom? Check. Photos on the wall of family events that never happened? Check. Sinking feeling in her stomach? Definitely check.
She's back in Mayfield.
Which is an odd feeling, because she's quickly realizing that she's barely aware of the fact that she even left. She remembers maybe a day or two back home, but it also feels like she's never left. This is her third time waking up here, but the first time she's woken up with a series of memories created here in town. Honestly, she's not sure if the instant recognition of her situation is worth the sheer disorientation of the situation.
After several moments, she reaches out and cups Edward's cheek. He feels real enough. A few moments after, she pulls her hand back and pinches herself on the arm.]
Ow!
[Okay. Empirical testing so far indicates that this isn't a dream. Scientifically speaking.]
I'm... really back here, aren't I...?
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[It's a trick. It has to be.
Why else would Ema Skye be the first thing Edward sees after succumbing to death yet again? Because even after you've been knocked down, Mayfield isn't the sort of town to stand there and watch. They twist the knife deeper. So who's to say that any of this is real? What if it's all just a dream, twisted by Edward's memories into something sinister? The town's made him cynical enough not to trust this situation. And yet...
He trusts Ema. After spending so long needling her for attention, to attempt to regain her trust, she's become one of the few people he can really allow himself to relax around. He flinches slightly when she brushes a soft hand against his cheek. Her eyes aren't glazed over like they used to be. Nothing suspicious about her apart from the timing of it all and the unfamiliarity of their location.
What if he's wrong? What if it really is her...?
Edward lets out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.]
...So it would seem.
[He can't help but question everything about this situation, but at the very least, he can say for certain that he's alive again. And so is Ema.]
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But that can wait. First, she pulls him in for a tight hug.]
This is going to sound stupid, but... I missed you.
[Even if it makes little sense--what happened to Schuldig? Susan?--she's glad to wake up next to someone so familiar. She and Edward have had their share of strife over the course of their knowing each other, but ultimately he's found a way into the circle of people she truly trusts and loves... despite the fact that he's easily one of the most frustrating people she's ever met.
Their relationship is complicated. But right now, that status is superfluous data that she really isn't focusing on. It's more important that he's there, and that he's warm and breathing.]
How long was I even gone? I only remember a couple days back home.
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It's funny. Even if you do somehow manage to get Edward Nigma to trust you, there are still plenty of moments where he'll take you for granted. It's what he always does to just about everyone. He thought he had understood how much Ema had come to matter before she had been droned, but it wasn't until after she had gone that he realized just how much about them he still took for granted. Yet here he is, with Ema in his arms once again. She's missed him.
He holds her tight in return. If this is just a dream, it's an incredibly convincing one.
She speaks up again before he can, asking how long she's been gone. He supposes he'll have an easier time responding to that than to her previous sentiment. He doesn't even know where to begin with that.]
You were droned shortly after Father's Day. As for how long you were gone... [A beat.] To tell the truth, I'm not sure I know what day it is.
[For all he knows, he could still be in July, in the middle of yet another dreadful event.]
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[As nice as it is to simply hold onto him as a stabilizing force, she pulls herself out of his grasp and crawls out of bed to inspect the room. It's filled with personal effects that aren't actually hers, which is unsurprising. What does catch her attention, however, are the photographs. An old prom photo. Snapshots of summer vacations at the beach or in Westport or at the amusement park. Christmas portraits. Wedding photos. The pictures themselves aren't anything new; they're the same sorts of photos that have filled her bedroom during her previous tenure at Mayfield.
It's who is in them with her that tightens her chest a bit.
Finally, she finds a calendar and sees the date: August 11. She's been away for roughly two months.]
It's August.
[A pause.]
And we're married.