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[ She's gotta be hallucinating.

The grass she feels and the air she breathes are that of the island. She's wearing the same clothes she's been wearing for a day, the same clothes she would wear for this morning's performance of "why is Juliet playing along with one of Ben's schemes again?" Her mind can't accept that she's grown so desperate for home that she unflinchingly believes a liar, that she lets her freedom be the wage for working in the name of bullshit: a godlike entity who cures all except the cancer that strikes his chosen one, except the unstoppable force that kills all pregnant women on the island.

Her mind can't accept that she no longer views people as patients, but as tools, a means to an end. That she's wandered far from who she used to be. It's only natural that she would lose her sense of reality after she lost her sense of morality. She's amazed it didn't happen sooner. She just doesn't understand why she's dreamed up this place, of all places, when she's not too big on plants and animals. And women. And the boring but cozy sweater and jeans combo she wore all day yesterday, was going to wear today, but is now being carried in her arms as she looks about her improbable hallucination.

This isn't real, so what does it matter if she's not particularly looking at where she's going, or who she's going to walk in to? ]

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[ Most people would figure it to be a sort of illusion, but not Birdie, no. Magic is magic and magic does as it wills to, and who is the little baby phoenix to contradict it? It's hard to accept magic would choose her to come here when she's looking for the Stars to free magic from its prison. So, it's hard for her to understand why would people be so opposed to it, or more, why people would not believe that this right here is real.

Dressed with too many layers (you could throw a punch at her and you would probably think you were punching a pillow) because, sheesh, that cold did not suit well with a firebird. Fortunately the Queen had been gentle enough to provide warmer clothes and Birdie had taken them all, from the big fluffy sweater over about four layers of thinner shirts, to the scarves and ear warmers and a big beanie to the thick gloves that are a bit too big for her fingers, but keep them warm, so she doesn't complain. The girl tilts her head curiously at the blonde woman walking aimlessly through the Gardens covered in snow, knowing that look: lost, like her - like everyone. But what makes her curious is the fact that she isn't wearing as much as Birdie and she wonders if she's warm, if she's cold.

From up there, the tree she has been sitting on, she looks down and blinks slowly, looking like the little curious bird she is, making a little curious noise that may or may not make Juliet look up to see a pale-haired girl dangling from the tree. ]

[ She's cold. She's hallucinating. It's like in that movie: do you think it's air your breathing? Do you think it's the temperature that makes it cold? It's her mind, of course. Inexplicably so. She's always hated cold weather, used to ask her parents if they were moving somewhere warm and pout when she found out they weren't. So why imagine a winter wonderland? Why imagine a garden? Why imagine so many women?

To say nothing of the sound effects. They aren't right at all. You hear a bird chirp and you look up expecting to see a bird, not a bundled-up young woman with no birds in sight.

She shakes her head. Goodwin's side-effects were burns and occasional respiratory difficulties, not hallucinations. ]

So it wasn't the gas.

[ She mutters to herself, not caring if the phrase sounds confusing out of context. It wasn't the gas seeping in to an unsecured mask. It wasn't anything that could explain why she was seeing things that were incongruous to her psychology.

She closes her eyes, tilts her head. Smirks. Why is she trying to make sense of insanity? ]

[ She blinks at those words, not making any sense out of them. She's not quite sure what gas is, either. The girl seems curious, big golden eyes watching Juliet. If she hadn't made that little sound, the woman could probably have felt those eyes on her. ]

Gas, is it, yes, maybe? [ It's a weird way, not very correct, fast, a bit skittish. She's just repeating the word, really, not making a question or offering an answer to this whole situation.

She's safe up there, on the snow-covered branch, so it's okay to be talking, though she is still wary and careful, a bit distrustful. ]

What is it, what? Will you tell me, yes?

[ Juliet stares back at the girl. ]

You tell me.

[ She has no idea what she's asking. Is it the gas? Is it a yes? A maybe? Not that Juliet can answer. Answers don't come from insane people. ]

You should be more careful.

-A voice from above.-

[ She looks up, eyebrow arched, one edge of her mouth curled up in a smirk. No sanity means she has no tact; she looks as if the young woman's just told her the obvious. ]

Or the rabbits will eat me?

Probably not that, but other misfortune will find you regardless.

Like what?

I lack the power to see in the future. It is something I simply seem to know. You can call it intuition, if you must.

[ If Revan were any less aware of her surroundings, Juliet might well have run into her. But she stops short just before walking into the blonde woman, and frowns a little. ]

You look a little lost.

[ It's said gently, and with a slight smile. This is not the first time Revan has met someone who doesn't know where they are. Hell, that could have been her not so long ago. ]

[ She stops, turns towards Revan, looking as resigned to her insanity as ever. ]

You're nice for a hallucination.

[ Her brows arch. Well, that's a new one. Something is wrong with this woman — Revan can sense it, but can't exactly place it. ]

Last time I checked I was pretty real. So's this place, even if it doesn't seem like it. Welcome to the Gardens.

[ It feels strange, welcoming her here even though she hasn't been here very long herself, but it's really the only thing to do. ]

[ She stares at Revan for a moment. Doesn't seem like it, but feels like it, but it doesn't make any sense. ]

If you're real, where did you come from?

Where was I born? Don't remember. But I live on Coruscant. It's a long story.

[ Then she chuckles quietly. ] Well. I guess I should say I lived on Coruscant. Seems I'm living here for the time being. Along with you and everyone else who's been brought here. It's all women. No one knows why.

Didn't a cat bring you a scroll when you got here? [ Her tone isn't accusatory or anything like it. She's just seeing how much the woman already knows before she starts trying to explain with her admittedly limited knowledge of this place and how it works. ]

[A woman in a gaudy outfit appears to be napping]

[ Juliet pauses, staring at the woman. It makes a modicum of sense. Just a modicum: just because she isn't fashionable doesn't mean she'd imagine herself in such an outfit much less anyone else.

Still. ]

It has its charm.

[ Beat.

Calmly, ]

I'm talking to myself.

How rude of you.

And the voices in my head are talking back. Maybe I needed Harper after all.

[She finally gets up, stretching.]

Nonsense. I'm right here.

[ Juliet blinks, stares. ]

Oh. Of course you are.

Really now, you should be quiet when around sleepers.

...Excuse me. Are you alright?

[She knows someone who is in shock, or isn't doing all that well mentally, when she sees one.]

[ She looks at her concerned party with a pleasant smile. ]

I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

I see. [she looks reluctant; she's not one to openly pry.] You just arrived, yes?

[After Tenshi had spotted the new arrival, she watched the blonde woman for a bit. Yep, she was a new one, that's for sure. Still, there was no sign on her that the blonde woman was, well, nonhuman and therefore interesting, but Tenshi could always try to find out regardless. Wasn't really difficult, after all.]

Now, now, be careful, if you wander too far that way, the wolves will have to get you.

...seriously?

[ She looks disappoint in her imagination. Wolves! Big bad wolves! ]

They'll huff and they'll puff and they'll blow the house down.

[ She laughs. She really has gone insane, hasn't she? ]

No, they just drag you - with their teeth. They're just wolves. You know, those animals running on all fours?

Did you hit your head or something?

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...Oh my god I forgot what I was having Yukari doing. D'oh!

It's okay XD

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