AU OOM :Test drive 18 year old Annabelle.

[aeons_crackshot]

The Annabelle Newfield that stumbles into Milliways is not the Annabelle the patrons are used to. This Annabelle is 18 years old and has just, barely, survived having her brain highjacked by a no good bastard of a psychic in Cuba.

Calling her psyche a mess at this point is an understatement. Metaphysically speaking, she's crisscrossed with open, bleeding wounds. (That tends to happen when you battle mind to mind with a psychic employing brute force to puppeteer your body that doesn't particularly care if you're even alive after they're finished with you.)

But this is not the main problem. The REAL problem is that Milliways does not allow two versions of the same person to exist in the Bar at the same time. Reality shuffles itself like a deck of cards and the 'new' Annabelle gets slammed with a whole different set of 28 years worth of memories as the 'old' Annabelle ceases to exist.

Memories that don't settle properly thanks to the mess her psyche is at the moment. Oh, they're probably in there to be found.....somewhere, eventually.......maybe. Damn it.

Annabelle looks around the Bar, too shocked and disoriented to even swear for the moment.

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[leadinghome]

"I don't know; you do not really feel any different to me." But she feels good.

No, he doesn't say that last part.

[aeons_crackshot]

"I'm not surprised," Annabelle replies with a chuckle. "Comes in handy sometimes, not sticking out like a sore thumb to anyone with the right kind of senses. Can make them think you're weaker than you really are."

[leadinghome]

"I wish i could just shut off people completely, even if only for a bit." Connor rubs temples. "It's bad enough being lied to, but much worse when you can tell what they are doing, and why."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Wish I could help you with that," Annabelle says sadly. "Whitley might know how to do that, or one of the psychics at home, but..." she shrugs.

It's not something she's ever had to personally deal with.

[leadinghome]

"You're already helping." Being able to talk to someone. "The others are like family, but like family sometimes they really get on my tits."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Isn't that what family's for?" Annabelle jests.

"The others get on my nerves sometimes too, especially Jack."

Cantankerous old bastard.

[leadinghome]

He nods, just relaxing, sitting beside Annabelle.

Holding her hands.

Peacefully. (And thinking of how beautiful she is.)

[aeons_crackshot]

If Annabelle were a more poetic soul, she might point out that the moonlight suits him, makes his skin almost seem to glow.

But she isn't, so she just smiles softly and leans back against the willow tree. The day is catching up to her, as she can't turn food into 'stay awake' like he can.

[leadinghome]

Well, if she doesn't mind bony legs, Annabelle is welcome to lay her head down and sleep.

No, really, Connor would completely not mind being napped on.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle doesn't mean to fall asleep, but her body has Has Had Enough and shuts the switches off without her permission.

She starts out leaning against the tree, but gravity is a harsh mistress. At least Connor's legs keep her from hitting her head on the ground?

(Annabelle doesn't wake up at that, she's well and truly out like a light and she's slept in far worse locations and positions than this.)

[leadinghome]

He will even slow her fall, and help her settle in a more comfortable position.

Telekinesis is useful like that.

Once she has rested enough, they can figure out that interesting idea of moving worlds...