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"Yes! That's my name. CHARLOTTE FAWKINS. A name that MANY people have <span class="mu-i">HEARD OF</span> before? Like you? Teddy? You've HEARD OF CHARLOTTE FAWKINS BEFORE?"
"Press isn't allowed in," Gil/Teddy says shortly. "You're scaring the catch off for everybody. Think you better go."
"I'm— I'm not press! I'm CHARLOTTE FAWKINS? I'm a NOTED HEROINE who has a LOYAL RETAINER? Who GOES WITH ME ON ADVENTURES to— to— to weird manses that try to make you think you're somebody else? Teddy?"
"I'm not taking questions. You better clear out now or you'll be getting a fine you won't believe." Gil/Teddy pauses to wipe the fog off his glasses. "I think that's the organizers coming now, isn't it?"
"Cam," one of the crew members says urgently, "they've got people coming this way—"
Horse Face has lost focus, but yes, there are people coming this way, sliding and striding. They have badges and scowls. You ball your fists. "Goddamnit— Gil! Gil, it's me! It's Lottie! We can get out of here right now, we can go save Pat—"
"Gil's on tune-up," Gil/Teddy says slowly, like you're stupid or something. He's letting his rod dangle.
"He—"
"EXCUSE ME! The public is not permitted onto the competition grounds!" The no-fun-police have arrived— plus you're getting dirty looks from the surrounding fishers. Gil/Teddy delivers you a 'told you so' expression and sits back down.
Good. Good. Great. What is happening?
>[1] Gil *is* Teddy. You're back in Claudia, so he's back in Teddy. Duh. But maybe he... got bored of fishing and let Teddy handle it? Maybe he's taking a nap? Maybe you need to do things the hard way. Take a closer look. (Communion.) [Spend 1 ID.]
>[2] What the hell is "tune-up"? Is that a place? Or a metaphysical thing? If it's a place, maybe you better try to find it, crossing your fingers that Teddy doesn't mean it the other way around. Shove Horse Face at the incoming angry-badgewearers and slip off.
>[3] Horse Face knows Gil, doesn't he? You hate that, but he does. And it seems like he's right on the cusp of snapping out of everything. Snap him out all the way, then get his nasty horsey input on what to do about Gil/Teddy. (Desperate times...)
>[4] Oh, God, this is getting too messy already. Us wanted no collateral damage. Wind the bird up and attempt to warp the dream into making sense— and put you right near Gil, if you can swing it. [Roll.]
>[5] Write-in.
