baby left her alibi at the front door

[centralizes]

[Today, a watchful person may notice any number of things:]

[One, there is suddenly, in those seedier parts of town where good boys and girls aren't meant to go, a shiny, new, healthy-looking clinic. Come one, come all, pimps and prostitutes, otherworlders and unfortunately curious tourists!]

[Two, at the docks, there is what is either a castrated man or a mildly masculine-looking woman in a heated argument with what we can assume to be the owner of the rather large ship they're standing in front of. ... Heated on his part, that is. Our prettyboy seems nothing if not completely unconcerned, even as they plead their case.]

[And three, some gent only recognizable by King's College students or anyone unfortunate(?) enough to have visited one Miss "Elaine" while he's around. He's just doing some shopping, though. Uninteresting as usual, Slenderfucker.]

Comments

[previdente]

It doesn't matter, that's where I was headed 'away' from.

But I think you'll have a difficult time steering a ship to a travelling circus, I believe they're en-route to Paris which, last I checked, is very landlocked.

[bedazzlement]

But one must know where they are from before choosing where they are headed! Ah, or something along those lines, yes? I do not recall.

Paris, you say?

[previdente]

Where I'm from has no meaning, but I suppose it was Japan originally.

Yes, Paris, and given they're who I'm heading away from, I'd rather not darken that door at any point in the forseeable future.

[bedazzlement]

It is likely I could sail us into Calais, but if the lady's request is "away from France," hm...

Does Dublin suit you, my dear?

[previdente]

I've never been, but I suppose there's something to be said for new experiences.

[bedazzlement]

Well, then, now's the time!

Oh, but won't you remove that covering from your eyes?

[previdente]

Covering...oh. [She sights, and undoes the covering. Her own eyes are brilliant, shining green and are. missing pupils.

Oops.]

[bedazzlement]

Oh! Blind?

[previdente]

Not really.

[bedazzlement]

Then why are your eyes so strangely coloured? And your blindfold?

[previdente]

Ah...[She sort of tilts her head, thinking it over.]

I believe the shortest way to explain it is I don't need my eyes to see. Even if they were closed, even if they were removed, I can see everything here just fine.

That said, I don't quite remember when they came to be like they are right now.

[bedazzlement]

Interesting! Tell me, girl, what do I look like?

[previdente]

...Didn't I say I ran away from the circus? [sssssigh.]

Blonde hair, man's clothing; although you're not, you carry your weight differently for reasons it would be rather untoward of me to mention, a head, maybe half a head taller than I am? I'm no good judge of heights from this distance.

[bedazzlement]

Come now, my dear, I was only curious. My inquiry would be unchanged even if you were a normal girl!

We are alone and we have just borrowed a small ship without asking -- I do believe we are far beyond such mores as politeness, yes?