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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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[ 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.