"No. What? No." Cassidy sat forward as abruptly as he could, which was already not all that abruptly, and fixed Matthew with a look of incredulity. "Ben Kenobi is not here. Tell me you're gettin' ready to pull the other one."
...oh. Oh, wait, hang on. Matthew meant that Obi-Wan was his favorite from the movies.
Cassidy knew he'd been here for weeks. His powers of memory retention weren't so shot that he couldn't ground himself in the passage of time. But there were still moments where this almost felt like an ongoing hallucination.
"Although," he went on, leaving the metaphysical questions aside for now, "I will say if Ellen Ripley were to turn up here, you would not hear me complainin'."
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Date: 2018-01-22 11:04 pm (UTC)...oh. Oh, wait, hang on. Matthew meant that Obi-Wan was his favorite from the movies.
"...unless you haven't seen him either, and you was just askin'. Right." He sat back again with a wave of his hand. "No, no. It was Padmé. Queen Amidala from the bloody prequels. I think I scared her off. Said to meself, I had to draw the line at science-fiction characters. That's too much. But apparently not."
Cassidy knew he'd been here for weeks. His powers of memory retention weren't so shot that he couldn't ground himself in the passage of time. But there were still moments where this almost felt like an ongoing hallucination.
"Although," he went on, leaving the metaphysical questions aside for now, "I will say if Ellen Ripley were to turn up here, you would not hear me complainin'."