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The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

The Authoress

She shook her head. "That is a kind offer, but you misunderstand. My lack of emotions is the largest factor of my apparent disinterest. When you cannot feel primary emotions like happiness, misery, anger, and the like, it's nigh impossible to express anything genuine." The Authoress leaned back slightly and shifted her attention back to her coffee. A sphere of coffee lifted out of her mug, hovering right above its rim.

"The multiverse is a big place. There are infinite possibilities, infinite versions of everything spawning into existence for all of eternity." The sphere split into two smaller ones, then three, then four, and soon, there were several individual mini globes of coffee scattered in floating, neat rows. "Everything is new; nothing is ever the same. To find something that I've never seen before, as you say, would not be difficult. Take this dimension, for example, or the man over there who came in smoke." She gestured with her head in the direction of "D'ren". "As of now, they are both mysteries to me." The hovering coffee globes congealed into a singular sphere once more and dropped into the Authoress' mug with a gentle plop.

"To be awed or surprised by such discoveries is another matter entirely. I am simply unable to experience such emotions. On the other hand, I can be mildly intrigued by certain things, which leads me to believe that if I were to feel an emotion, it would be on a severely reduced level." She drew the mug nearer, eyeing the steam lazily unfurling into the air.

"It's a trait that I can appreciate, however. Emotions hardly serve as anything other than a distraction," she finished, lifting up her mug for another sip.

It was true. With her job as the Embodiment of Restraint, possessing emotions would only hinder her. They would befog her mind with unneeded morals, cloud her judgement. Worst case scenario, they would give her a conscience. The Authoress remembered when that had happened to Erised. It hadn't been pretty.

She set the mug down.

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The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

The Authoress

As Cledwynn spoke, the Authoress maintained her steady gaze, clearly showing that he had her attention. She always did appreciate analytical minds such as his. His explanations did not disappoint.

"Fair enough," she said. She leaned forward on her elbows to stare into her coffee, wisps of steam warming her face. On the other hand, Cledwynn's observations depended entirely on his definition of "normal". With everything she'd seen, experienced, in the multiverse thus far, the word held as much meaning to her as time did. "Normal", for her, could stand for beings like Zig, or it could stand for humans like Sandy Caine. It didn't matter either way. They both knew that Cledwynn was right and attempting to counter his reasoning would be an entirely pointless endeavour.

She lifted her head, turning once more to face Cledwynn. "Speaking of the restaurant, despite its rather prosaic appearance, it's a curious place." The Authoress paused, reconsidering her words and her audience. "Perhaps I should rephrase that. A setting such as this is a common sight for me and, at first glance, it seemed to be no different than the dimensions I traverse. When I observed it closely, however, I realised that the very threads that made up this dimension proved otherwise."

Her gaze slid over to the inebriated dragon amoeba, unconcerned at his antics. Her right hand slid off her coffee mug, twitching her index and middle fingers. Any amount of sleeping gas that drifted in her direction immediately wafted around her immediate area, creating a safe zone of sorts.

"It's made everything more unexpected than usual," she mused, her dull eyes returning to Cledwynn.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

The Authoress

"None taken."

Just like the rest of them? Perhaps Cledwynn was right in the sense that she was unlike regular people. However, she was unlike them as well, with perhaps the exception of the mysterious person who'd made a dramatic entrance.

"Your observation is correct. I am unable to access most, if not all, of my emotions," she said.

The sudden shift from his self-effacing nature to something more outspoken, no matter how slight, was unprecedented. It seemed there was a bright side to being unable to either observe or manipulate the time stream of this dimension. Mundane aspects of everyday interaction became something new, something unexpected. A breath of fresh air from constantly knowing everything that was about to happen.

"You would judge a person's attributes from their name alone?" The question was not accusatory - rather, she was only thinking aloud. "It's quite possible that my name could define me as what it is, at its most simplest; a female who writes."

She glanced at the bartender who had come over to inquire on Cledwynn's wellbeing. Of all the mysteries that riddled this dimension, he was one of the biggest. All she was able to glean off his mind was his name, John. Everything else was a blank. She could sense no outside forces of any sort barring access. It was almost as if everything else had been wiped clean. To her, he seemed to be nothing more than an average Joe. An easily forgettable one.

And yet. She couldn't help but surmise that he was the "main character" of this story.

Hmm.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

Ah, fudge nuggets. I'm sorry, I thought it was okay if I notified you but I didn't think of actually talking it out beforehand. :/ I won't do it again.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

I've edited my post. ^.^" @Pseudo Stygian should probably take note, heh.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

Whoops, my bad. I'll go change my post. The Authoress wanted to talk to Cledwynn, anyway.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

@Pseudo Stygian Ga'Ria is Pridopus' real name, it's in the character sheet.

Ahh, now I'm confused again. Is Sen talking to Pridopus or Cledwynn, @Man Jack Frost? I'd assumed she started talking to Cledwynn.

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe [Always Open!]

The Authoress

Broken character she may have, but the Authoress wasn't one to loiter around without purpose. Interaction was key in setting most events in motion; from the limited information she could extract from what she could see of this dimension's timeline, this wasn't going to be the most eventful dimension she'd been in. A break from such a setting was what she had been seeking for when she entered the Restaurant, however, and she wasn't about to complain.

As she set down her mug after taking another long drink, the Authoress looked over to Cledwynn, intent on picking their conversation back up where she had left off. Then her watch beeped, in a rather rhythmic fashion. She heaved a sigh. No matter how many times she had told Erised not to contact her through such means, her adversary still insisted on doing so, for the purpose of attempting to provoke her, no doubt. Five minutes in one dimension without Erised bothering her was a record, anyway. Pulling back her sleeve, she tapped the face of her watch and lifted it to her mouth.

"What did you do this time?"

"Come on, every time I call doesn't necessarily mean I did something bad."

"You've never called me for something good you've done."

"True. Hey, I'll keep this short, I wanna get back to my fun." The Authoress knew what Erised's 'fun' consisted of and how it was perceived by most others as something that was quite the opposite of the word Erised used to call it but she did not comment. There was no point in calling out on something the both of them already knew.

"Yeah, soooo, I kiiiiinda mashed a couple alternate dimensions together? Well, it was more like six dimensions. Yeah, it's total chaos out here, it's awesome. Starting to get a little crazy, though, so I figured I'd call you, heh."

The Authoress highly doubted Erised had been worried about the balance they were meant to maintain. If anything, she must have become bored, if she had been driven to the point that she was calling the Authoress. Even then, it was a half-hearted attempt as she had yet to come to meet her face-to-face. At the very least, the Authoress could relate. To have everything in your grasp wasn't all it was cut out to be. Well, not everything. It wasn't as if she had her emotions, or most of them. The multiverse was a big place too, so she wasn't worrying about running out of encountering new things just yet (not that she could). This Restaurant was proof of it.

"I'll clean up your mess later," was her dry answer as she ended the call, despite the other's vehement protests. The Authoress didn't like being interrupted when she was in the midst of her own projects.

Some time during the brief call, yet another character had entered the Restaurant. The Authoress observed Sen, swathed in robes and complete with braided hair. A deceiving appearance, indeed, though from the bodyguards behind her, anybody could tell that something was up with the child. Regardless, Sen herself seemed to be harmless for now and she was now attempting a conversation with Ga'Ria.

Satisfied with her observation, she turned to Cledwynn, disinterested eyes meeting his gaze.

"If you'd allow me to reintroduce myself," she said, "my name is not Sandra. Rather, I am the Authoress." She lifted her mug, indulging herself with another sip of the heavenly coffee. Heavenly as it was, however, it provoked no emotional stimuli within her. She set the mug down.

"I felt it necessary to inform you so as to avoid possible confusion in future interactions," she continued. Well, not just him. The others as well, later on. However, she was currently interacting with him and not them. Therefore, it was not of pressing importance to let them know of her actual identity at the moment.

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