He's more than earned a chance at something better than Ordinary Life. He's got promise.

Potential.

He's a comparitive unknown, though. And young, so young... inexperienced and unaware of what his visit here could do.

We decided that we would keep him innocent unless and until we met him. This was argued over, decided a long time ago. We know what happens when we take them from a distance first. This time, what if we waited?

I still say it's rather unfair to experiment on him. We could hurt him so easily.

Aye. We could. But we will not.

He's a sweetheart. Obedient, eager to please... and can I just say 'innocent' again?

It IS a word that tends to come up a lot when we discuss him.

It will take a bit of doing to make this all work out. Gods know he's arriving at a bit of an awkward point.

We'd planned this out based on the information we had. If that information had been accurate, it wouldn't be a problem.

Let's not get into that, hm?

Don't worry. Finances aren't really on anyone's mind this morning, I suspect.

And what is, then?

Matt. Only a couple days now, after all.

Torian. She's so tangled up in stress, it hurts to even think of it all.

Kiharl. It's like those nesting dolls - find one Aspect, crack it open, there's a whole new one underneath, and so on.

Nyha. Worry for her, and worry about her, and could she possibly be MORE like us? Still, everyone needs their Mistakes.

Cate... and communication. And finances. *twitch*

K'adin. Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Angel... we all miss her, need to talk with her, need to have her near again. It... calms.

Tarac. Good to see him around here again.

Rhett. Not that he'd likely notice.

Al-X... heh. Been a while.

Rav'n. Now we KNOW the feral blade's got headspace and skills enough to accept an addition.

Hold it right there! Just because he was able to create a spin-off of himself and the vixen doesn't settle anything.

Not by itself, no. But combined with the fact that at least one of the fragments in his head didn't start out in there, that he's got enough mindspace for one more soul, that he's curious, and gifted, and more willing than anyone else we've played with to dive headlong into a mindfuck? I may get my wish after all.

Hell, I'll be surprised if it doesn't happen.

*sigh* ...this isn't going to be a productive conversation, is it?

Nope.

Then we'll save this. Perhaps later there will be more to say.

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Fucking switches.

Don't even start. It needed to be done.

Oh, I'll agree we needed to remind him that the collar is around his throat, not ours... and that it will stay that way, if he wants even a semblance of freedom. I was referring to the bit before that.

...

The bruises. The bitemark. The... domination.

He knew that most of what he did was pleasurable. And it wouldn't be fun if it wasn't a fight, now would it?

Be that as it may, I'd prefer not to snap back into awareness unable to hold a pen because my wrists are too fucking sore and tender. Even typing is taking effort.

And?

And I don't approve.

You'd rather the marks were more obvious, then?

That's not what I mean, and you damned well know it.

...gods, he's pretty.

Heh. And distracting, it would seem.

Just a bit.

We'll once again put this on hold, then. Seems we get interrupted by one thing or another every five minutes, these days.

We'll cope. All three of them need us this morning. We won't disappoint.

Coffee and muffins, then?

*laugh* Or something. Let's go see what we can fix.

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And now?

Distracted, lost in music, and the dream realm is calling...

No. Not yet. Sleep comes when it's been earned and when it's safe. We have worries this morning, and at least some part of this grand chaos needs to remain awake and alert, just in case.

...fine. Then let us post this and be done with it for now.