EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[luminals]

TAKE BACK KNOWHERE
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.

Event details are here, IC announcement is here.

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Comments

[walkingballpit]

[The specifics are always odd.]

You didn't have the half-man, half-robot things trying to wipe you off the face of the Earth - er, the bed of the sea because you're impure. That's new.

And Nita, it's not just your responsibility. Some of its your mom's. Although Faira's on that quest to find you - huh. I guess she's right about not being you. I mean, she said someone sense your presence, and you said you're back. So there's that.

[He huffs out a breath and puts his head down a little. It's finally starting to hit him now, that this means Nita's actually alive. At home. Faira's not an amnesiac Namorita. He should probably apologize to her. Nita's alive. Don't cry. It's okay. This is great. Don't cry over something stupid like good news.

Robbie keeps his head down, but goes back to being gently grumbly.]

The New Warriora just landed Mount Wungadore in the middle of New York Harbor. You're not the only one here who's missing stuff.

[littlecousin]

My mom? Jeez, Robbie, she died before you were born. It's just been me and Namor forever. Leave ancient history out of this.

[Nita's over it, really, or as over it as you can be when you watched your mother be murdered in front of you.

So yeah, she doesn't talk about it much.]

[walkingballpit]

[His eyebrows knit together at this, both as a cringe and as a what-the-fuck.]

Yeah but... Faira said your mom sent her or something like that. She's your mom's servant. Faira sar Namora. Ringing any bells here?

[littlecousin]

[None of this makes the least bit of sense, at least not the way Robbie's telling it, and Nita hunches up as the subject keeps getting more unpleasant.]

"Faira" is just a normal Atlantean name, and "sar"--well, it doesn't translate exactly. "House of," I guess. Anyone who was part of my mother's household could call themselves that.

[Answers not given in canon yet? Makeshitup.txt.]

[walkingballpit]

[It's not like he knows Faira all that well, and, to be real, he's spent the entire time convinced that she was Namorita and planning to coldcall various magic and telepathy-types to see if anyone thought they could snap her out of it. Which he hasn't had time to do yet because he's been busy.]

... I thought she was you. I wanted her to be you.

[littlecousin]

...She's blond?

[Yes, that is the first thing that occurs to Nita.]

[walkingballpit]

Not every blonde looks like you!

[Sheesh, Nita makes life crazy.]

No, she's got dark hair, but I thought you were brainwashed and, hey, it's not hard to pick up a bottle of dye.

[littlecousin]

[Robbie, nothing you just said makes sense.]

...Robbie, nothing you just said makes sense.

[walkingballpit]

Nothing I've done in the past week makes sense. Sense no longer exists, okay? You're going to have to accept that now.

[He rubs at the back of his neck and gives her a small, genuine smile.]

How about I stop fumbling at trying to explain and you just ask me things that I may or may not be able to answer without sounding like Lewis Carroll writes my dialogue?