Entry Twenty-Seven [voice] [locked to Mom, moderately hackable]

[dreamermoa]

[Her voice is a little ragged, hoarse. She's been crying far too much.]

Mommy...?

Are you there?

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[mindovermanners.livejournal.com]

[As she reads, she continues to lightly pet her hair in a calming, soothing manner. If she can't keep herself together, at least she can keep her daughter happy.]

"Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Here grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance."

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

[Closes her eyes. D'aww bonding. Frowns slightly at "daguerreotypes" - WTF is that?]

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[mindovermanners.livejournal.com]

[She notices the frown and accurately guesses what it's about. Hell, she barely knew the word herself.]

A daguerrotype is an old fashioned photograph. Strange word, hmm?

[She pauses, takes a deep breath, and continues.]

"I shall not want Honour in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney
And have talk with Coriolanus
And other heroes of that kidney."

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

ohh..like a panopticon...

[leans again.]

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[mindovermanners.livejournal.com]

Panopticon?

[She pauses in her reading to look curiously down at her daughter.]

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

It's...um...

[coughs. Rubs the sleep out of her eyes.]

It's sort of like the communicators, only the Protectorate's the only one who posts on it...s'how they get out the news and orders and stuff....

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[mindovermanners.livejournal.com]

...Protectorate?

[She lightly pets her hair, still looking down at her.]

You have never told me much about where you are from.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

The government...run by the Patrician...

[glances up at her, sleepily.]

Are you from..."Earth"?

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[mindovermanners.livejournal.com]

[She nods. Once.]

London, England, of the planet Earth. It feels very strange to say that.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

London, England...

[ponders. Leans. Closes her eyes.]

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[mindovermanners.livejournal.com]

Moa...

Can you tell me all you remember about where you are from? [She lightly continues to stroke her hair.] I am very curious.

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[dreamermoa.livejournal.com]

Umm...

[She shifts a bit, cuddles closer. Sleepy.]

Umm...I dunno....