the devil in the details

[isocelesmonster]

Who: Bill Cipher
Broadcast: none
Action: Anywhere in the fleet
When: The night of the 22nd, and ongoing.

Although ostensibly the Golden has a new crew member, there's no new person in attendance at any meals. No new faces in the hall, nothing additional in the laundry. One of the standard crew cabins has been sealed up as tight as a tomb, the brass nameplate on the door unhelpfully scratched out with something sharp. No noises at all come from inside.

It'd take a careful eye to notice the only other change: the same sharp instrument has been used to carve little eyes of providence, no bigger than a fingernail, in strategic public places around the ship. They're shallow markings, not deep enough to interfere with any of the working parts of the craft, and no great works of art - each little scrap of graffiti is a matter of five lines at most. But they're there - and if sometimes the way the gold of the metal hull glints in the pupil is strangely canny, it's probably nothing to be worried about.

(It's not that Bill doesn't care about the flesh puppets that make up his new crew - oh, he does, they're all going to get very careful scrutiny over the coming days - but more important is finding out what his new playground looks like.)

When the fleet sleeps, their minds open and blossom like night-blooming flowers, each one illuminating a new section of the shared dreaming plane. For all of their poetry, few humans realize that the state of dreaming is as real an exploration as whatever meaningless actions they take while awake. It's irrelevant to their survival, most days, so evolution has never sought to provide that particular revelation. They're a young species. Five senses, auditory languages, limited psychic potential, and as far as they know when they dream they're just watching random electrical impulses fire in their brains. Ha!

(There's an expression about a one-eyed man's status in a land of the blind, and Bill intends to make it a reality.)

He steps sideways out of the material world into the closest dream as easily as a three-dimensional being can move along any of their limited axes. He makes himself invisible, at first, just to get his bearings.

[Bill is visiting dreams, as a way of saying hello! His permissions post for this ability is here. I am treating this ability on an opt-in basis. If you didn't give me the okay, he won't be spying on your character at all tonight ~but where's the fun in that~?]
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Comments

[isocelesmonster]

WE'LL GET A COUPLE OF COLORS! MAYBE SOME NICE ULTRAPINK! THE FOREST COULD USE SOMETHING BETTER THAN BROWN AND GREEN ANYWAY!

[Bill briefly turns ultrapink, a color only bees and art students can see. It's very bright.]

HAHA, GOOD QUESTION! EVER SEEN WHAT THE HUMAN MIND DOES WHEN DOSED CONTINUOUSLY WITH LYSERGIDE FOR A HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE DAYS? I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT: IT'S A PARTY!

[flickerflash]

[Holy bright flash, Batman.]

Sounds fun! What's lys--ly-- laserguide?

[isocelesmonster]

LYSERGIC ACID DIETHYLAMIDE! IT'S A CHEMICAL - A FUN ONE! IT MAKES HUMANS' MINDS MORE CREATIVE AND COLORFUL!

[A Y7 rating can no longer put a damper on the incredible life lessons Bill has to share with the youth.]

[flickerflash]

Really? [omg the possibilities. Never mind the fact she can't pronounce any of those words and one of them is acid.]

No matter how boring and unimaginative they are? What if they're a tax accountant, or a child psychologist?

[tetractys]

ESPECIALLY THEN!

[Bill chuckles.]

A LITTLE OF THIS WOULD HAVE THAT ACCOUNTANT GOING OUTSIDE WITH YOU TO TURN CARTWHEELS IN HIS UNDERWEAR! HE'D MAKE UP NAMES FOR ALL OF HIS NUMBERS AND IMAGINE CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN THEM! IT'S INSTANT FUN!

[flickerflash]

[She giggles at the image that provokes. Ahead, a forest wavers into view, though the trees seem shaped like numbers.]

How hard is it to find?

[tetractys]

HMM.

[Bill taps his finger between his eye and bow tie.]

IT DEPENDS ON WHERE, AND WHEN! IN THE FLEET, PROBABLY PRETTY HARD... HEY!

[The little triangle flits ahead, just a few yards, and throws his arms out.]

PROBABILITREES! HEH. WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

[flickerflash]

[The trees loom just a little more, then spit a flurry of leaves down, whirling around in a small tornado towards them before scattering at Bill's feet.

...yeah, that's their response. Sorry.]

That's not very helpful.

[Or maybe it just means fuck all or look don't ask us, we just dream here]

[tetractys]

WOW, HEY. DON'T GET YOUR ROOTS IN A SQUARE!

[He floats back, more subdued, to hang out over Katie's shoulder.]

THE TREES DON'T LIKE PUNS, [he reports.

Not that this will stop him. In any way, at all.]

[flickerflash]

[Katie's giggling again.] Maybe they don't like being probabilitrees. I would think I'd have all sorts of cricks if I was bent into number shapes like that.

[tetractys]

BETTER THAN GEOMETREES! A TREE TRYING TO BE THREE-SIDED IS JUST SAD! LEAVE THAT TO THE EXPERTS!

[A neon marquee arrow appears in mid-air, flashing and pointing to Bill. He basks in it, modest as ever.]

[flickerflash]

You're very much an expert, I see. Are you very much fond of three sides? Could you have more if you wanted?

[She says it with a wide grin, but she's genuinely curious.]

[tetractys]

SURE I COULD!

[He sprouts more angles with a cartoonish stretching noise, and becomes a flat little yellow parallelogram instead of a flat little yellow triangle. His eye, tie, and hat relocate themselves to his new center line.]

BUT WHY MESS WITH PERFECTION?

[Bloop. He's back to normal. It's a relief - having four corners feels skin-crawly.]

YOU COULD BE ANYTHING YOU WANTED IN HERE, TOO, BUT I DON'T SEE YOU SPROUTING ANY ADDITIONAL NOSES!

[flickerflash]

[She giggles outright at that. She doesn't have that much control over her dreams yet-- they form themselves. She just chooses where to visit and shuts things down she doesn't like. But still--]

I would think extra legs would be much more fun. Or wings! Flying around wherever I choose. Extra noses just sounds like everything would be much more stinky.

[Her sense of smell is sensitive enough as it is.]

[tetractys]

HEY, GRAVITY'S OPTIONAL YA KNOW! YOU DON'T NEED WINGS TO FLY - AND IT'D MAKE EXPLORING THE FOREST A LOT FASTER, TOO!

[Bill takes off his hat and rummages inside. He retrieves a handful of sparkling dust, and tosses it in Katie's general direction.]

THINK OF A WONDERFUL THOUGHT~

[That's the first few bars of "You Can Fly," from the animated Peter Pan movie, yes. He's a Disney character, it's fine.]

LIKE THE FACT THAT HUMANS HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT HOW FLEXIBLE THE MECHANISMS OF INTERACTION GOVERNING THE MOVEMENTS OF BODIES WITH MASS ARE~

[Please stop singing, Bill. These lyrics do not scan.]

[flickerflash]

[Stop blinding her with science, she's nine and can't follow, gosh. But wonderful thoughts are just fine. She grins impishly at him, and taps the ground lightly with one booted foot, before kicking at it like a springboard. Look ma, no hands. Or feet on the ground. She hovers a foot above the dirt, fingers linked behind her back as she peers down at it.]

I bet he would be extra grumpy if he saw me floating around with no safety net. [She doesn't sound worried about this in the slightest. Positively gleeful, in fact.]

[tetractys]

YEAH, YEAH. THAT KIND ISN'T HAPPY UNLESS YOU'RE WEARING KNEEPADS AND A HELMET TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL.

[Bill jams his hat back on his top angle and floats up another ten feet. His eye is a mischievous curved shape.

Here's the trick: the glitter does nothing, and Bill's telekinesis will only get her a few feet off of the ground at first. How well Katie can fly under her own power after that is a calculated test.]

[flickerflash]

He'd probably still make faces at me.

[It may come as no surprise that Katie's perfectly adept at flying once given the idea that she can, though she takes her sweet time going higher, quite happy to bob along just above ground level for the moment. She's a creature of the Dreaming and her influence on the dream is intuitive-- but how much her own subconscious potential is responsible and how much is just the fact Bill brought the idea of magical pretend and belief to the table, well. Glamour is all the more potent in her own element.

Whatever the reason, she skirls up after a small while, glancing out across the forest canopy with a satisfied expression.]

It doesn't seem to go very far. That's a pity.

[Actually, there's no end in sight.]

[tetractys]

HEY, LOOK AT YOU GO! CRUISING ALTITUDE!

[Bill's eye bends into a curve suggesting a mouthless smile. It turns into a mildly confused squint when he peers over her shoulder at the forest again, though.]

HMM! WE SEEING DIFFERENT THINGS, KID?

[He pulls a pirate's spyglass out from behind his back to try to find the end of the forest.]

[flickerflash]

Perhaps I'm just short-sighted. It wouldn't be the first time I got things wrong. Terrible habit. [She peers down at the spyglass.] How far does it go for you?

[tetractys]

[Bill offers her a turn to look through the telescope, although it about two thirds too small for a human to use comfortably.]

TWO EYES WILL PLAY TRICKS ON YOU LIKE THAT! CAN'T FIND THE END, MYSELF. I'M SURE IT'LL TURN INTO SOMETHING ELSE WHENEVER IT FEELS LIKE IT, BUT IF THE TREES ARE NUMBERS IT'S POTENTIALLY INFINITE!

[flickerflash]

Infinitrees. [She giggles, and only takes a moment to try peering through the telescope. Too tiny. But the idea of an infinite forest is not one she dislikes.]

Maybe it's the forest of Pi! [Look it's the only number she likes.] We can find anything in there, I bet. Are you after something in particular?

[tetractys]

[What isn't he after? He is the most ambitious polygon you'll ever meet.]

I WAS JUST GONNA SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT! THERE'S DEFINITELY SOMETHING IRREGULAR GOING ON. HEH.

[No? Too obscure a math pun for a kid?]

OH, I DON'T KNOW. SOMETHING WEIRD, SOMETHING EXCITING... THE BEST THINGS TO FIND AREN'T TANGIBLE!

[flickerflash]

[Yeah, sadly the irregular pun goes right over her head.]

What's tangible? Is that to do with hair?

[No dear, that's tangleable. SHE WILL FIND IT ANYWAY. Bravely approaching the infinite forest. Hopefully it's not full of creatures from the infinite farm.]

[tetractys]

[Bill follows her down, chattering away.]

HAIR IS TANGIBLE! SO'S A LOT OF OTHER STUFF! TANGIBLE THINGS ARE THINGS YOU CAN TOUCH! MORE ABSTRACT CONCEPTS LIKE "TRUTH" OR "LOYALTY" ARE INTANGIBLE! YOU CAN'T DROP EM ON YOUR FOOT, BECAUSE THEY BASICALLY DON'T EXIST EXCEPT IN HUMAN MINDS!

[The infinite farm would be a riot. Tipping an infinite cow is infinitely funny, Bill would know.]