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[familyissues]

[ Well hello! The name on the network says Desmond, but...is it really? She's got the same eyes, the same dopey mouth scar... These curses, man. Let's see how that works out. Judging from the backdrop, she's hanging around A Needle in a Haystack as is her wont, sipping a glass of jallab and looking to be in a questioning mood. ]

Okaaaaay, so. Since this is effectively both the Agony Aunt and Craigslist Asgardia, I figured it'd be relevant to ask here.

I'm looking to move from my welcome house digs, and I'd like some district recommendations. Not that Sigyn isn't the best district, because it is- [ she huffs on her fingernails, pretending to buff them on her tee like an asshole, because what's a little juvenile, friendly rivalry? ] -but I'd like something a little more my own. I'm not looking for anything upscale and pricey, just inexpensive, cost-effective, hopefully free of hipsters and spiders and shady types.

Anyone willing to lend a girl a hand?

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[secondborn]

[Alastair walks into the room, looking at a ledger.]

Hey Desmond, have you seen that box of medicinal herbs that's listed on here? I've looked in the back but...

[And this is when he looks up and just. Stops.

And drops the ledger.]

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[airborn]

Freyr's a good district, too. [She has to defend her house!!]

How many people are living with you?

oh shit son

[familyissues]

Hm?

[ Dee pushes herself away from the counter, taking her glass with her, and stoops to pick up the ledger.

Which, well, nothing left but to swat him in the hip with it, eh? ]

Dropped this. And I...dunno, check the kitchen? I'll look around in here, see if it wound up somewhere it shouldn't.

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[familyissues]

[ Okay okay, have a little grin. ]

I'll have to trust you on that.

And it's just me, maybe room for one or two others.

[secondborn]

[Wow no sorry he's still staring but the swat makes him flinch and snap out of it a bit.]

...you're... um.

[Hell how is he supposed to put this. He searches for words, his open hands making small, mildly frantic gestures.]

Different. Today.

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[airborn]

You can try Hel's district. They have houses for around four people.

[She remembers that from the time the Panem kids were moving around.]

[familyissues]

[ Here, buddy, hold her drink while she flips through the ledger. Oh, okay, he's looking for that. No problem. ]

Oh?

[ A self-aware sort of once-over happens then. She's. Tucked her bob behind her ears? ]

That's. Sweet of you to notice?

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[familyissues]

Huh. I could give it a look-see. Might be a little too big, though. I had an apartment in Brooklyn before I came to Asgard, that's more of what I'm looking for.

[secondborn]

[He takes it without thinking.]

No, I uh...

[He shuts his eyes and puts his free hand up to rub the bridge of his nose.]

I mean...

[Oh fuck fine.]

You weren't a woman yesterday.

[familyissues]

[ That, at least, gets wide eyes... and a short, sharp snort. Take the ledger back, she'll have her jallab again, ty. Thinking that he's teasing her, which Dee is way into encouraging, she replies while she goes rooting one-handedly through the small stock of salesfloor storage, ]

Ohh? What was I then? A man?

[ Eyes watch him intently over the counter, ]

Was I really hot?

[secondborn]

[Obligingly, he lets her have the drink back and he takes the ledger.]

Yes, you were a man and...

[Well okay he smiles a little, just a bit embarrassed but okay with admitting it.]

...well, yes, you were.

[Oh. Wait.]

And you are now, it's just...

[Oh gosh he's so flustered.]

...I'm not used to seeing you like this?

[familyissues]

[ Dee rests an arm on the open cabinet door, catching her bendy straw with her mouth, slurping once, twice... ]

That sounds like a pretty nice dream, bro. Should I be worried?


[ And then, because this herb is not where she last saw it, and Ezio was poking around earlier and the shop is presently empty, Dee shouts off towards the back, ]

Hey madre! Aiuti?

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[airborn]

Too big? [Rue cocks her head.]

I think the ones in Baldr are smaller! They're apartments.

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[unpuzzling]

Fascinating. Do you truly believe yourself to have been born female?

[These curses. They amaze Sherlock.]

[sicarius]

Arrivo, arrivo!

[A female voice answers promptly at that, and a minute later, in pops another woman. It's a little hard to tell who she is at first, but perhaps the similar lip scar, a few greys in her hair, and that unmistakeable accent give her away.

Say hello to Ezio, Alastair. A female Ezio.

She tilts her head a little at the both of them, then raises her brow in amusement.]

Now Dee, figlia, what did you need me for?

[secondborn]

[...oh shit.

Alastair drops the ledger again.]

Ezio?

Oh, Balance, I'm not sure I'm not dreaming now.

[familyissues]

[ S'cuse Dee, she's practically cackling behind the counter. ]

We're trying to find the box of comfrey root that's up and vanished. And Alastair might need a lie-down, to boot.

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[familyissues]

Oh really? That sounds more up my alley then.

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[familyissues]

[ Hold on, because how do you answer a question like that? ]



...Sherlock. Do you run these questions through your head before you ask them?

[sicarius]

[For that dropped ledger, Ezio goes and picks it up, placing it back into Alastair's hand. There's a quirk of a smile on her face, and she looks over the room for a moment.]

Did you check the kitchen? Martin or Altaïr might have left it there by mistake.

[secondborn]

[Once again, Alastair takes the ledger obligingly, though he's still staring at Ezio with some shock.]

Martin? Who's Martin?

[familyissues]

[ Dee shoots Aquilina a look that generally means "See?", darting a glance back at Alastair. ]

That was my next stop.

Alastair, are you okay?

[sicarius]

[Ezio frowns at that, casting a concerned look at Alastair. Gently, she places her hand on his forehead, though her tone is definitely something Ezio would carry if he were himself.]

Sì, you are not feeling sick, are you?

[secondborn]

[He's still looking back and forth between them, confused and a little in shock.

It doesn't help that they are impossibly good looking.]

I'm not sick, I'm... look, neither of you were women yesterday. I didn't imagine that.

[familyissues]

This is a bit long to be carrying on a bad joke, Alastair.