Put away those typewriters.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[Clark is just standing there, staring.  (Which he is good at.)  He has his suit jacket in one hand and his other is on the door he just came through, which he could have sworn was the door to his office.  Where he is standing now, though, most definitely does not look like any room in his house.]


What in the...?

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[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

What?? If you've gone anywhere near Luke..!

[contraltoflute]

I didn't do anything to him.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

And you won't have the opportunity! [He steps forward.]

[contraltoflute]

One of them stayed in the same rooms as me with no harm befalling him, actually.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[He grabs her by the... fluffy thing... but his anger is slightly derailed by confusion.]

"One of"?

[contraltoflute]

[She hisses at him.]

Don't touch me!

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

You cannot give me orders any more.

[contraltoflute]

Don't touch me, I said!

{She kicks out at him.]

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[Clark does let go, shoving her away from him.]

[contraltoflute]

[She staggers back, breathing heavily and touching at her boa.]

You don't touch me.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

You are... different, somehow.

[contraltoflute]

No shit.

[She huffs and draws her cloak tighter around herself.]

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

In several ways, in fact. But that doesn't excuse you for what you've already done!

[contraltoflute]

If you don't remember me being a woman, then I've done nothing to you.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

...I beg your pardon?

[contraltoflute]

[She flicks her cloak aside enough to let him see her figure.]

Different worlds. There's different versions of everyone here, and multiples of the same person.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[He's staring again.]

I'm not sure I understand you...

[contraltoflute]

Yeah, well. You'll get used to it, whether or not you understand it.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

So... you and I haven't met before?

[contraltoflute]

No, we haven't.

[She shifts, looking a little antsy.]

But now we have, and you know not to touch me.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

Yes... I apologise.

[contraltoflute]

Good.

[She huffs again and draws her cloak around herself again.]

But yes. There's... three or four Lukes around, for what it's worth. Two younger ones and two older, though I haven't seen one of the elder ones around for a while.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

But as far as I know, Luke was still back where I was...

[contraltoflute]

They might not be your Luke.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

But... I can't... Look, any Luke would be my Luke!