paris ♔ so you'll keep the world at bay | keep your secrets and your scars.

[silvermaid]

♬ The Storm - Boy & Bear

WHO || Anastacia, Christos, Faye, Aedan, Felicity, Taenya Farstorm
WHAT || The Knights travel to Paris, get some sight seeing in, and meet with the councilwoman.
WHERE || Paris, France
WHEN || August 26th IGNORE WHAT WYNN SAID ABOUT A COUPLE OF WEEKS, I DO WHAT I WANT
HOW || Actionspam

[ this post covers all events from the flight to paris through the initial meeting to get things rolling on the mission. there will be three relevant threads below, please wait for them to be posted to comment ♥ ]

Comments

[uncurse]

You mean even moreso than the people in this world all knowing about magic? [ because where she's from it's like super closet compared to your world then gurl. ]

[bittersweeter]

It's not magic. [She holds up a gloved hand, gives it a sharp wave as she makes that correction before trundling on.] I guess it's pretty similar to here though. Everyone wears gloves, regardless of whether you're a worker or not. People were pushing for legislation against us. If you were a worker in the Middle East or Africa you were basically fucked.

[uncurse]

And what did ... workers do exactly? I thought you were taking over for your dad, not ... doing other work.

[bittersweeter]

It's just what we're called -- there's other names but that's the common one. There's -- are you sure you want this history less you're never gonna use? Even the cliffnotes version is pretty long. [She doesn't mind explaining, at least not to Emma, but it's a little in depth.]

[uncurse]

Not the full history lesson, just ... just tell me what you do as a "worker" and why you're one of them when you had an empire to inherit. [ a beat. she tacks on as an afterthought; ] If you don't mind. [ they've been pretty good with understanding each other and connecting tho so she has a feeling a little more sharing won't be too much to ask. ]

[bittersweeter]

They're tied into each other. In the late twenties and early thirties, workers were put into "relocation camps". In America, mind you, a decade or so before World War II. Anyway, in the camps a couple of guys started looking out for the rest of the workers, making sure they got enough to eat, paying off guards to protect the people that couldn't protect themselves. My great-grandfather was one of those men. That's how the families got started -- you protect your own. Anyway the camps broke up round the time Hitler started his rise when America realized they didn't want to be hypocritical assholes. [She peels her gloves off to wipe her palms on her jeans.] The families just never really went away. We still protect our own.

Workers are people that can do certain things that normal people can't because of something in our brain chemistry. There's seven different kinds: luck workers, physical workers, emotion workers, dream workers, memory workers, transformation workers and death workers.

[She pauses to start putting her gloves back on.] I'm a dream worker.

[uncurse]

So, that means you - you work with dreams? Do some kind of magic, or is it science?

[bittersweeter]

I manipulate them. The subconscious, really, I can put people to sleep, make them sleep walk. It's pretty basic suggestion. [And it's not magic jfc, that bugs her so much that she doesn't address it again.] I don't now the mechanics of it, not the science behind it, I'm not a doctor. But it's tactile. [Her voice lowers slightly because she knows some people think it's any kind of skin contact and... it's not.] Hand to skin contact. Hence the gloves.

[uncurse]

So, anytime you touch someone, you run the risk of ... making them pass out? Turning them into sleepwalking zombies?

[bittersweeter]

[She snorts out a little laugh.] No, I can completely control it. I have to actively work someone for that to happen.

[uncurse]

So, why be all Rogue about it if you're not gonna accidentally drop anyone?

[bittersweeter]

Eighteen years of habit and some people don't exactly trust me? Like, I'm pretty sure Eric and Zero are the only people who wouldn't give a shit. And Zero has a charm against me, so.

[uncurse]

They think you're gonna do it on purpose and they won't know. [ yeah emma had ... not considered that at all. maybe this is why she continuously gets screwed by people ... ] Shouldn't the Knights, more than anybody, be willing to cut you some slack and trust you on that?

[bittersweeter]

Probably. Though it might hurt that that's exactly what I do. [She shrugs.] Ask Faye.

[At least she is honest, right?]

[uncurse]

To your own teammates?

[bittersweeter]

[She hasn't actually worked anyone since that time (besides Zero but that was for reasons other than vindictiveness) but she doesn't mention that, looking at Emma calmly.]

If the occasion calls for it.

[uncurse]

The occasion never calls for it. I can guarantee you any time that looks like an option, there's another, better way.

[bittersweeter]

[You know who doesn't believe that for a second? Lila.] Okay.

[uncurse]

[ there's a hesitating look, and emma's expression strains as she tries to figure out what to say to that, but there's really nothing. she presses her tongue against the inside of her teeth and just nods, moving forward in the plane back to her seat. ]