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[anamnestik]

 [When he returned to normal, Eliot found himself with two very different problems on his hands:

Problem #1) His room was full of "treasure" that he unfortunately realizes he has stolen. Bitty Eliot was a terrible pickpocket and planned to pawn this stuff off on Rip.

Problem #2) RIP.
At least we can all count on Eliot to solve his problems in a calm, calculated fashion. Fortunately? He was set back in a pre-hypnosis state. So at least it's grouchy Eliot solving this rather ditzy Eliot. ]

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I want to keep this quick: Last week, the "younger me" went and pickpocketed a bunch of you. [He swings the camera to show the pile of stolen goods,] If something is missing, let me know and I'll check if I have it. I'm really sorry about that.

[He sighs, clearly exhausted. Anyone paying close attention will notice that grouchy Eliot hardly blinks.] Ms Rip. Please return my pocket watch. I need it. When I returned to normal, they returned me without my hypnosis.

[And he needs that pocket watch in order to seal his memories again. In case Rip decides to be difficult, Eliot adds:]

Alternatively. If anyone here can read sheet music and has access to a piano: I need a favor. Please. I'll do anything. I can't take another second of this.

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[Catch all for the event post that mun forgot to post. Feel free to leave a request for a thread with Bitty!Eliot. Get pickpocketed by a six year old.]

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[youfool]

...Would not a state of non-hypnosis be normal?

[Eliot what's going on with you weirdo]

[anamnestik]

I usually seal my memories away. It's a headache to remember so much in perfect detail.


[He rubs his eyes, tired,] Can you play the piano?

[youfool]

Ah...

[He says, as though understanding perfectly the mental stress many memories make and how a pocketwatch would somehow relieve.]

Er, I think I can still do "Mary Had a Little Lamb." Suppose I could learn, or find another pianist. What would that provide, aside from pleasure?

[anamnestik]

[He reaches off screen, then holds up a sheet of music.]

This is the melody that activates my hypnosis. Then I can forget for a while. [He’s not exactly interested in taking the time for explaining in detail. This Eliot is exhausted and on the edge of insanity.]

I have my doubts as to whether or not the person with my pocket watch will return it to me easily. Otherwise, it can play the melody for me.

[youfool]

I understand.

[He's really good at taking things at face value. He studies the sheet, and while he's confident he could read it, having sung many a church hymn, reproducing it is another story.]

Has, er, Ms. Rip got in touch with you lately?

[Cause boy does he not want to contact her personally.]

[anamnestik]

[He shudders at the thought.]

No... Not yet. But she had better! I can’t believe I gave that to her. She’s the worst.

[Nice and subtle feelings there, Eliot.]

Why? Do you know where to find her?

[youfool]

[Ted agrees with that character assessment. Whole-heartedly.]

I, aheh, don't have a bug planted on her, if that's what you mean. She's not at, er, the Riverview apartment?

[anamnestik]

... I won’t say anything.

But if that’s true, I’m headed over. It was nice knowing you.

[youfool]

Oh, er, okay, good eve-

Wait, Eliot!

[Why did those words sound parting?]

How did you not know? You were the 2nd party to her conversation, were you not?

[Ted snoops on the network oops]

And why do you make it sound like you're off to your own funeral?

[anamnestik]

I don’t have to keep tabs on her. Nor do I really want to.

[He shakes his head slowly.]

Dealing with Rip is dangerous. I’m surprised she hasnt killed me yet.

[youfool]

[An understandable feeling.]

Is that right...

[Urge to curbstomp vampires intensifies. Present company excluded, natch.]

I wouldn't mind going in your place, you know. Danger hasn't quite undone me yet.

[ Voice.]

[singinghuntress]

I vas vondering vhere my little apprentice got to. Pity you're back to normal. I liked you az a child.

[ soft chuckle]

If you vere still zhat brave, ve vould get along beautifully.

[anamnestik]

Sorry to disappoint.

Do you have my pocket watch? I don’t really want to talk to you right now. Torment the other me.

[singinghuntress]

Pity.

I haf your precious pocket watch right next to my own. Zhough vhether I give it back to you or not iz anozther zhing. I think I like zhis version of you more zhat zhe idiot veakling teen.

[anamnestik]

I don’t care what you like or do not like, so think up a better reason.

Now, give it back. I don’t want to argue... my head hurts.

[singinghuntress]

All zhe more reason to keep it from you.

[ she sighs softly.]

You depend on zhis zhing too much.

[anamnestik]

Shut up! You don’t get to torment me one moment, and try to give my life counseling the next.

[singinghuntress]

Oh? Und vhy can't I?

It just shows zhat I care in my own vay.

[anamnestik]

No, it doesn’t.

Are you going to give me my watch, or waste my time? I’m not in the mood, Rip.

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[lullabyatsea]

It has been some time since I've had access to one, but I would likely be able to play the piece you have.

[He's far more proficient with the flute, but he'd developed some skills from his past incarnation. Genbu had been quite fond of the piano.]

I'm sure I would be able to access Genessia's arts theater for it.

[If not when it was actually open, it'd likely be easy to find a way in when they were closed.]

[singinghuntress]

Yes it does~. I never said I vas a conventional voman after all.

[Can he hear her amusement?]

I don't care vat kind of mood you're in, brat. If you vant it zo bad zhen come find me und take it from me. I'm only two floors above you.

[anamnestik]

[He swears under his breath... It’s not like he wants to deal with her in person either. But no one super promising has offered to play the piano.

Eliot grabs his coat and heads for the door.]

I hate you, you know that?

[singinghuntress]

I figured az much. But, you're stuck vith az long as Augustine's a common factor between us.

[anamnestik]

No, it’s fine. If I have someone else do this for me, she’ll just make it worse.

Thanks for the offer. You have enough on your plate, I’ll bet. You’re so nosy.

[anamnestik]

[The things that he does for Augustine...!!!

Eliot sighs and stomps up the stairs. There will be a very unhappy vampire at the door, knocking on the door with his device.]

Okay, let me in. Let d make this quick.