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[persephone_kore]

Persephone: Good eeeevening.
Esme: What is your most passionate memory before 9 AM?
Persephone: Sex. Come on, what did you expect?
Esme: It is not that you do not remember; it is that you choose to forget!
Persephone: I seriously doubt there was anything more... Wait. Just how *long* before 9?
Esme: Where have you gone m'amante?
Persephone: Not *your* lover, dear.
Esme: A shiftful rodent. And you?
Persephone:I haven't written much Shadowlands stuff lately. Good idea.
(Something about deciduous trees.)
Well, yes, deciduous trees would be appropriate.
What is uncertainty, but being certain of Chaos?
Well, yeah.
Esme: Age is irrelevant in death.
Persephone: Especially when time starts getting smushed.
Esme: Oh, thank you. Are you made of brocholli?
Persephone: No, fortunately. Haven't seen Dark Phoenix about, either.
Esme: And Henry Higgins was the Medusa.
Persephone: Not pretty enough. And you will note *I* was not the one to bring up serpents.
Esme: Is the cheese fresh?
Persephone: Not anymore.
Esme: Help me I have fallen and cannot land.
Persephone:
Esme: I am here. What will you say?
Persephone: I was *about* to say, "Jump at the ground and miss."
Esme: When is the best time to make love?
Persephone: Ideally when both parties are interested and you have time.
Esme: Why so blue?
Persephone: You look kind of green to me.
Esme: In the tree, why?
Persephone: Well, trees ARE green....
Esme: What, may I ask, is in our open hand?
Persephone: A fist.
Esme: As in re-birth ?
Persephone: And back to the Phoenix!
Esme: And how about those tomatoes?
Persephone: ...I haven't been gardening, actually.
Esme: No, never... I believe in immortality.
Persephone: Immortal tomatoes? What next?
Esme: The dank squalor offended my feet.
Persephone: Try walking elsewhere. Alternatively, boots.
Esme: They are all bearded
Persephone: You have interesting footwear.
Esme: I think that you have become delirious, or perhaps it is I?
Persephone: Definitely you. I'm always like this, and no hint of fever.
Esme: How is the walrus in your closet?
Persephone: *starts* How did you know?!
Esme: Avez-vous écoute la cornemuse?
Persephone: Non, mais la glace, oui.
Esme: I have not visited Seattle in this century. Is it quaint?
Persephone: I haven't been there at all.
Esme: And how about those tomatoes?
Persephone: You seem a bit fixated on vegetables.
Esme: Eine farbe der einstellung.
Persephone: Lost me there.
Esme: Who trains the clouds to be so sticky?
Persephone: The glue fairy, of course.
Esme: Yes, about seven years ago, have you?
Persephone: Seven years amongst the stars....
Esme: Will you serve me some coffee?
Persephone: Oh, dear dear dear. I was talking about Kevin MacTaggart, you know. His mother's coffee is dreadful.
Esme: What's that in Dutch Guilders?
Persephone: Don't know. How much would you pay not to drink it?
Esme: Not the wiz, but the butter.
Persephone: I don't know WHAT she puts in it -- or did you mean a wizard?
Esme: Vae! Vae! Vae! Habitantibus in Terrae!
Persephone: Well, I suppose Latin is vaguely relevant.
Esme: How old are you?
Persephone: Old enough for all practical purposes.
Esme: LHOOQ has problems. Avoid him!
Persephone: Does he have red hair?
Esme: Eine farbe der einstellung.
Persephone: Bah.
Esme: San Franciscan, perhaps, but the highways disprove that theory.
Persephone: Why? Too small?
Esme: Hardly are we the two to ask.
Persephone: You didn't.
Esme: Are you talking to me?
Persephone: *drily* Hardly are we the two to ask.
Esme: Nothing else matters.
Persephone: To whom? Surely you have more purpose in life.
Esme: Why so blue?
Persephone: All right, perhaps I should start flinging vegetables....
Esme: Greenwich mean time?
Persephone: A useful reference.
Esme: Of what kind and distinction?
Persephone: Time, generally.
Esme: A seven horned goat?
Persephone: Probably not.
Esme: Why does saffron exist?
Persephone: Why shouldn't it?
Esme: You haven't eaten around here.
Persephone: I shouldn't have thought such an expensive spice would be terribly overused.
Esme: What is the best kind of magic?
Persephone: I imagine I would prefer Charms.
Esme: Why is Bob Barker so annoying to me?
Persephone: How should I know?
Esme: It was attached to the solar flare
Persephone: You need to work on that delivery system. I missed it entirely.
Esme: Yes you may.
Persephone: No, I may *not*.
Esme: I sigh upon the backs of a thousand camels.
Persephone: Might I have one? Nelly needs a mate.
Esme: Wherefore do you sigh?
Persephone: That was you. And possibly Nelly.
Esme: No, never... I believe in immortality.
Persephone: So does Nur, and so does Voldemort, but it doesn't stop THEM.
Esme: So what if I don't?
Persephone: I don't expect any serious consequences.
Esme: What is stupid?
Persephone: Do you want an example of a person or an activity?
Esme: Nor do I. We have so much in common.
Persephone: You like alternate timelines too?
Esme: It sounds of people running around, yelling, "Subdural hematoma!" Persephone: Maybe yours do. Mine aren't usually based on ER.
Esme: Sort of blue/green and fuzzy, why?
Persephone: I didn't ask what you were wearing.
Esme: Lovely evening, isn't it?
Persephone: Yes, but a bit late.
Esme: OOOhh, la la la! Who are the other 13?!?!
Persephone: The dwarves, of course.
Esme: I think that you have become delirious, or perhaps it is I?
Persephone: Not this again! Haven't you read Tolkien?
Esme: My napalm is my own business.
Persephone: And likely the root of many of your problems.
Esme: I have a love. This love is my muse for many things.
Persephone: Congratulations. Very a-musing.
Esme: Its purpose is obscure.
Persephone: Most muses are meant to inspire.
Esme: Nein, nur nachts im winter.
Persephone: That too. ....Do you roller skate?
Esme: If we tango all through the night, we die, only to live.
Persephone: Tango on roller skates. Now that's talent.
Esme: Bitte?
Persephone: Shifts and prophecies... I'm thinking of a refuge in a lecture hall.
Esme: Trees matter, don't you like trees?
Persephone: Yes, but Clan Arbora just didn't fit in....
Esme: Why is it always raining?
Persephone: These things happen.
Esme: Stupid could most certainly be having a conversation through a web page.
Persephone: Are you trying to hint at your own identity?
Persephone: Very well: Are you trying to hint at your own identity?
Esme: Not as well as the wrinkled giraffe.
Persephone: Giraffes are quite nice. I should write of one sometime.
Esme: What's that in Dutch Guilders?
Persephone: The price of a giraffe? No clue.
Esme: Avez-vous écoute la cornemuse?
Persephone: NO. Avez-vous écoute a moi?!
Esme: You whet it with napalm?
Persephone: Obviously not. Alicia has far more creative methods of destruction.
Esme: How did you come to occupy your shoes?
Persephone: Oh, you know. It required an army and... oh. Sorry. That was Italy.
Esme: Why does the camel sing so melodically?
Persephone: I wouldn't call it melodic, but she's looking for Clyde.
Esme: Is there a purpose to sleeping?
Persephone: Yes. Rest. I think I'll go do that.
Esme: Wherefore do you sigh?
Persephone: Because you're repeating yourself. Goodbye.
Esme: Leaving so soon, but I am just beginning to turn aquamarine!

And in the attempt to retrieve the line about deciduous trees....
Persephone: Good idea.
Esme: I am a wanderer on a bright and garish road!
Persephone: I haven't written much Shadowlands stuff lately. Good idea.
Esme: Can this be real or can real be this?
Persephone: It's hard to tell when your perceptions distort. Hmm. Shadowlands OR "Balance"!
Esme: A seven horned goat?
Persephone: No.
Esme: It will be a day of tempered, deep contemplation.
Persephone: The *goat*?
Esme: Not soon enough.