the scene: helicon

littlestar, a heteronym, is gazing out the window, plugged into her headphones. after a while, she turns and glares at the person who's been gazing soulfully at her back.

star: Yes, you *can* stay. Go find a keycard. One of me has some spare. Just explain to me *why* you appeared at "A Perfect Teenhood". It is *so* not your song.

contrabandSquall: *shrugs* I like it.

star: "Tommy gun... bloodlust... a perfect teenhood... fuck you"? I don't know who you are, but you're not Squall. How did you get in here without a visa anyway?

contrabandSquall: just did.

star: *how*? There are border guards out there. with dogs. and quarantine labs.

cbSquall: Maybe i tunnelled.

star: *sweatdrops*.

in the shrine at helicon, mnemosyne is having similar problems.

mnem (hands on hips): And what *exactly* are you doing here?

farfarello: reading the bible. what does i look like?

mnem: I've never seen Weiss Kreuz. I probably never will. It is a cardinal sin to write fic for a series you've never seen. You're just a name, a face and a few badly-characterised fanfics to me. So tell me why i haven't thrown you out of here already.

farf: how about... because it hurts god? *sniggers*

mnem: *narrows eyes* you're not *really* like that. i refuse to believe that you're like that.

Farf: write me like i am, then, if you know me so well.

Mnem: ...i hate you. Clear out, Duo wants to wax lyrical about john donne and ignatius loyola in here.

farf: god feels the fall of every sparrow. Every... single... one. *wraps rosary around knuckles* do you know how it feels to kill a sparrow?

Mnem flees in abject terror, while new fic nebulae explode in the sky above.

harpy: Seifer! thank god it's you. It is you, right?

Seifer: ...who else?

harpy: anyone, knowing *this* place. Right... line of poetry, now.

Seifer: (?)
o what can ail thee, knight at arms,
alone and palely loitering?
the sedge is withered from the lake,
and no birds sing

harpy: ahh, Keats. That's you, all right. C'mere.

Seifer blinks, affronted.

Harpy: NOW.

Seifer reluctantly steps forward

Harpy: right. *concentrates, hands to Seifer's temples*

Seifer puts a hand to his head, suddenly, and smirks

harpy: you needed one. Her name's...

the chibi harpy pops out of hammerspace clutching a grey cardboard sign with a neat little piccy, an alphabet and "english, confirm, delete, change" etc down the left side. Harpy swats her aside irritably.

Harpy: ...Astaroth. I made you a GF. Feel special. Now go bug my clone's Squall. I heard tell they were wearing a dress...

Seifer: ...I always thought he'd make a good gimp.