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Who: Mrs. Brisby and You Open + Jason Dixon Closed

What: The mouse has been stalking everyone, trying to figure out whats happening. Now she's finally letting you see her...even talking to you. / Brisby remembers you Mr. Dixon and she's so happy you're alright!

Where: anywhere in around the temple

When: Before plot starts kicking in

Warnings/Notes: Mouse stalking? Tiny Talking animal.

1. Everyone. Open

[ In a quiet moment, a pause in whatever you're up to right now you might hear or see a little movement as the little mouse in red comes close. You may have noticed her before. She's been around since you got here, running around on the edges of everything. Watching, you and everyone else. Now she's making herself known properly. Shyly coming forth.]

H-hello. I'm sorry to bother you. I just... I thought... maybe it's time to meet you. I'm Mrs. Brisby....and yes I can talk.

2. Dixon. Closed

[ She wasn't sure at first. But as she began her watch she noticed him more and more and she wasn't imagining things. It was in fact the human man who had saved her from the water in her dream. So she followed him a little and when he was alone she came to him. ]

Do.... Do you remember me?

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...small farm in Nebraska, to a gold mine is Alaska...

[It takes him a while to notice her, and when he does it isn't because she's talking. He's got his iPod on (78%), cycling through songs, singing in quite a nice voice in an undertone that occasionally turns into just humming, ostensibly looking for some type of food, be it animal or vegetable. For the most part he's really just shuffling around, trying to while away hours, figure out what step he can take next. He cradles his arm a bit, feeling his dislocated shoulder throb with pain with each heartbeat.]

...we didn't find it there so we moved on, I know you're tired of following...

[He sees a flash of red in the grass from the corner of his eye and turns to where Mrs. Brisby is following him. When he sees her, the expression on his face is incredulous and even delighted.]

Mrs. Brisby?

[ oh thank heavens He Does remember her! She relaxed all over and beamed up at him. ]

I'm so glad to see you!

[He sits down on the ground and holds out his hand so she can climb up on it if she wants. He pops his earbuds out with the other, making sure to power down his iPod completely so he can save the battery.]

I figured I just imagined you until some of the other folks around here told me there was a mouse with a cape running 'round.

[ She happily scrambles over to slip into his hand ]

I thought you were just a strange dream. Have you been well?

[He thought she was a dream too, although it felt a bit too solid for that. Dreams kind of fracture and fade with waking, switch what happened when and who was involved, while this one at least remained in the same order the whole time, even if the details were hard to parse.

He holds her in cupped hands in his lap.]

Not particularly. Actually. But I'm alright. [The burns on his face have been healed into scars, and hey, he figured out how to get drunk on magic so he isn't deep in the throes of detox, so it's better today than it was last week. He still pines for nicotine, though. And still can't get through a night without breaking down into tears at least once.]

Where've you been? Did you start off with the rest of us? [Probably not, but hey, mice can hide in someone's clothes or on a dragon's back, maybe.]

[ She pat his thumb consolingly looking up at him tenderly. Poor man looked like he's had a rough time of things. ]

I'm not really sure. I've been here a little while, and mostly I've just been out of sight. It's disquieting being so far from home, I still am not sure what happened...or if my children are alright. It's taken some time for me to get the nerve up to start approaching you and the others.

Well, people are pretty big in comparison. That makes sense.

[He's impressed she'd kept up, really, what with her small legs. Probably lucky they haven't moved on from the temple yet. Kind of instinctively he rubs his thumb across the fur on the top of her head, then stops himself, figuring she might not like that.]

Sorry. Wait, you got kids?

[ The petting startled her a little but she's not offended. ]

Oh.. it's alright. And I do, four.

[ Her voice got soft and wistful and she sighed. ]

They're so small still, I do hope the shrew has taken charge while I'm away...

They got a dad that’ll take care of them?

[She’s not the first mother here not sure what became of her children. Dixon’s been running into a lot of them lately. They’ve carved a specific pit of sympathy into his heart. He thinks of his own mother, pounding on the bathroom door to be let in and help as he nearly passed out from being beaten half to death, the terror in her voice at her baby so bloodied.

He adjusts his position so Mrs. Brisby is a little closer to face level, wincing as it jostles his injured shoulder.]

[ She lowered her eyes and slumped a little clearing her throat of the tears that tried to build. ]

No.... I'm a-afraid he was killed. It's just me.

[He doesn't know what to say to that. The corner of his mouth draws a little tight, because there's not much you can say to someone who doesn't know if their children are going to be alright, not only doesn't know but has no way to know. May never have a way to know.

He doesn't want to give her false hope. The last time he gave anyone any hope at all it ended up crushed.]

Fingers crossed for the shrew. [He makes a crossed-finger gesture with one hand, then uses his good arm to lift Mrs. Brisby up to the crook between his neck and shoulder. No use in sitting here ruminating on the fact that there's nothing she can do for the most important people in her life. He doesn't have any ideas besides distracting her.]

Come on, I'll show you around what we got set up at the temple. [He makes the decision not to walk her past where all the dead squirrels and rabbits are trussed up.] It's not as bad as it smells.