2542/Bring Your Dad To Work Day

Bring Your Dad To Work Day
Date of Scene:	17 May 2025
Location:	Nemesis
Synopsis:	On Nemesis: Demande has left Mamoru on the floor of the room with the hologram of Neo Queen Serenity, and Wicked Lady comes to find him.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Chibiusa Tsukino
Tinyplot:	Black Moon Clan
Tinyplot2:	BMC: Dimension Future

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
It takes a little while to find Mamoru with all that dark energy in the way of their natural directional link, but Wicked Lady is still Chibiusa, and Mamoru's heart has been open and looking for them for hours, conscious or not. Only his heart, though. There's not much else that he can do.

It's a wide dark room very close to Demande's personal quarters, and there's a life-sized glowing hologram of Neo Queen Serenity in it on a pedestal. It's silent and oppressive, and the air and floor sap life and negate power, and Mamoru was beaten brutally and has no power to heal it.

And the dark energy is everywhere. It's everywhere. It's all there, ripe for the taking, and it would let him patch himself up, it would give him the use of his crushed hands back, it would give him the power to get free and come back with friends, it would give him the power to fix his elbow, his leg, his ribs, his nose, his face...

There's dried blood all over his face and down his Unmask aLIVE baseball shirt, his leg has swollen his skinny jeans near to bursting, his elbow is a swollen wreck, his hands...

...his hands.

He's a mess, fluffy hair and all, glasses gone, eyes nearly shut from the swelling.

He's sprawled out on the floor where he was dumped, and the pain is unbelievable, and he's keeping himself occupied by naming all the bones that are broken. Hamate, capitate, trapezoid, trapezium, pisiform...

Chibiusa Tsukino has posed:
    Wicked Lady is probably not allowed in here, but Wicked Lady is a villain and villains do whatever they want.

    ... Why does that seem familiar? Oh well, no point in thinking on it.

    Mamoru will hear her echoing footsteps through the hall before he sees her, walking gracefully on her new heels but making sure to stomp in just the right way to make her presence known. When the footsteps stop just outside, Lady pushes the door open and just invites herself in, holding a black and mauve parasol in her hands.

    Her red, disdainful eyes go towards the Neo Queen Serenity hologram and scoffs. "Her hair's wrong," she complains before rolling her eyes. "Tasteless fool."

    She kicks the door closed behind her. She didn't need to, but she's in a violent mood. Eventually, her scornful gaze falls upon Mamoru and she...

    ... is instantly livid.

    Storming to Mamoru's side, she scowls down at him for a moment. Tch. "Breaking one of my toys... maybe I'll break one of his in return," she says, speaking of Mamoru as if he's a thing instead of a person. A favored thing, but still a thing. "Oh, that must hurt so badly. Surely you know you can heal yourself, right?" A cruel smile crosses her lips as she spreads her arms, sash emphasizing her movements. "All you have to do is let it in. Can't be so hard, can it?"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
His breathing is so careful. So careful. That's the face, that's the ribs.

He sees this woman with long pink hair in pointy odango, he sees how her face looks a little like Usagi's, a little like his own.

He hears her voice, and her accent, and her word choice. He feels her there. It's impossible to tell how drenched in dark energy she is, with it all around like this, and his eyes start stinging again. "Baby..." he whispers, "I promised not to. I have to, to keep. My promises. No matter... how long it takes."

He breathes again, just breathes, for a moment. His eyes close. "I'm so happy you're alive. I'm so happy to see you. I was so scared for you."

Chibiusa Tsukino has posed:
    Baby? Hehehe. Yes, he should call her that. She's his baby girl, after all.

    Wicked Lady smiles for a moment, and then frowns disapprovingly as he keeps talking. A promise? What is that to her? Annoying. She rolls her eyes and says, "Whatever, it's your personal hell."

    Then she starts looking at the nails on her free hand, running her thumb along the edge of them, acting like she doesn't care when every other part of her body language is screaming her irritation. What is she going to do about his disobedience? Punish him? He's nearly broken as it is.

    Then he's showing her love, which is a good thing. Everyone should love her, especially Mamoru and Usagi. Scared for her? That part's hilarious, but he's giving her what she wants so she allows other transgressions to pass.

    "Yes, well... I suppose they did try to kill me a few times, didn't they? Guess they changed their mind when they realized how incredible I am." The parasol turns into a folding fan, and she fans herself for a moment. "I of course have no idea where dear sweet mother went..."

    She reaches down, brushing the back of her fingers against her face, letting him in on the game. She likes playing this game. Mamoru should get to play too.

    New Moon is Sailor Moon, but we're not supposed to tell anyone. Especially not Demande. She also thinks that Demande is a loser and she hates him. She didn't mean to share that with Mamoru but it's right there on the forefront of her mind and she's not hiding it either.

    After a moment, she withdraws her touch and turns her back on him. She scowls at the hologram.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"I'm sorry, baby," Mamoru says, managing to sound contrite. He is sorry she's upset. He's very very sorry that she's full of Dark Energy, and is here on Nemesis, and he can't say that. What does he say instead? "I guess I shouldn't have worried, you can take care of yourself now. You've always been amazing, sweetheart."

He's crying, silently, but that's obviously because of the pain, right? What is a promise to her? He couldn't protect her from this. He could protect her and himself and Usagi if he were Hematite again-- it hurts so much. Everything hurts so much.

And then the back of Wicked Lady's hand is against his skin, on his battered face, and dark energy and all he soaks in her touch. Even corrupted she still loves him. Even if she thinks of him right now as a toy-- let her. She has Usagi and Usagi is safe with her. New Moon--

His breathing is a little easier. His face is still grey from the pain and discolored and swollen, but what she can see of his eyes is blue, blue, Earth's oceans blue, like her real Papa's. He loves her like her real Papa.

"He... got her hair wrong. I told him so. I said I get to brush it. I called him an incel but he didn't know what it was." He's saying this like he hopes she'll approve.

Chibiusa Tsukino has posed:
    Big, heavy sigh. "It's fine. It's fine." Wicked Lady can't actually bring herself to be angry in spite of her frustrations, so she comforts herself by promising to smack someone else extra hard in the future. Whatever punchable face she manages to get close enough to next.

    "Yes, yes, I know. Thanks for noticing. You always were such a smartie."

    Her red eyes notice the crying, and she's not sure what it's about. Dude's in a lot of pain right now and while she's too evil to actually empathize it's not like she doesn't know, but is that really all there is to it?

    "Oh, sweetie, don't worry. Your little girl isn't mad at you!" A lie, she kinda is. "I mean I wish you'd take better care of yourself by surrendering yourself to the darkness, but you're still my favorite!" A bit closer to the truth.

    She snaps her folding fan shut, and plants a hand on her hip while looking down at his battered form. "Well, you have plenty of time to think it over. You're not going anywhere. Maybe I'll send... my new assistant to check up on you later."

    Her eyes go back to the hologram and she points at it with the fan. "It's not just me, right? That's not her hair." She's still a little confused at what the word 'incel' means actually. "You know... I've heard that word before? No one would tell me what it meant, but also no one was putting anything into the swear jar? A little confusing. Anyways, go ahead and call him any bad name you want to. I hate him."

    She glowers in the direction of the hologram and frowns. Her fan turns back into a parasol and she points it at the pedestal, firing a potent dark beam at the projector. "Eye for an eye," she explains.