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the devil in the details
Who: Bill Cipher
Broadcast: none
Action: Anywhere in the fleet
When: The night of the 22nd, and ongoing.
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~?]
ZOGSLFTS GSRH DVZP ZMW RWOV GSVNV
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~?]
ZOGSLFTS GSRH DVZP ZMW RWOV GSVNV
RH ML NLIV BRVOWRMT YFG Z WIVZN
DSVM NLIMRMT GZPVH BLF UILN NB GSIZOO
YV TOZW R OVG BLF DZPV ZG ZOO
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[Bill leans back onto nothing, little black hands pillowed behind his top angle.]
PITCH ME A BETTER DEAL!
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[Please don't say murder. Please don't say murder.]
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[But yeah also murder. Bill produces a teeny tiny baseball and tosses it up and down in his hand. Then he tosses it overhand at Vash's head.]
STRIKE ONE! I'M A GENEROUS GUY, IT TURNS OUT! PLENTY OF CHANCES TO GET IT RIGHT!
Unless the ball is suppose to be going to fast to catch I can change the tag!
[Oh so confused. Part of it may be actual confusion.]
ha ha nah it's catchable he's just being obnoxious
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[Bill throws him another ball. This one's on fire.]
TWO! LAST CHANCE! MAKE IT COUNT~
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Is this really still about July?! It was destroyed! No one is really sure how it happened! What else is there to tell?! [Eh, true enough. Vash doesn't really know how his Plant powers work. Playing the clueless idiot till the end.]
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OH MAN, I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS FROM THE START! THIS IS ABOUT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR ME, GENIUS! MAKE ME AN OFFER BETTER THAN PUTTING YOU BACK IN THERE AND WAITING TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS!
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A deal, huh? Well, this isn't really fair. Up till a little while ago I thought you were just a figment of my imagination. How am I suppose to know what you'd like when it comes to a deal?
Because I can tell you it won't be my friendship if you do something mean like that.
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[Ha ha! Fair! These are the jokes.]
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[The curve of Bill's eye suggests a big, manic grin.]
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[There are so many other dangerous things he can throw, after all!]
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[Bill goes unnaturally still, and images flicker across his flat surface - bunks and kitchens, labs, libraries, people having conversations, passengers occupied quietly in activities without any awareness that they're being watched.
Then he's back to normal, animated and manic.]
DON'T SELL YOURSELF SHORT! KNOWLEDGE IS POWER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT JULY, I'M SURE YOU HAVE INFORMATION THAT I'D FIND USEFUL!
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You mean, the part where I remember going to the city, a bright light, and then waking up with only memories of my early childhood and ruined city as far as the eye can see? You mean that kind of helpful? I can't even remember why I went to that city. This dream starts with me in the city, the light comes, and I wake up. Poof.
[Not a lie! The trauma of using his powers has caused severe memory loss.
...the fact that he recently got those memories back probably doesn't make a difference. Probably.
Vash knows this is a risk. This pesky shape may try to start things up to poke at his subconscious, but Vash didn't want to willingly talk about it. He'll see if this thing is nice enough to not poke at something so traumatic to the point he literally blocked his own mind from it.]
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[Bill floats over to noodle his arm around Vash's shoulders again. Invasive? What's invasive? Aren't we buddies?]
EVEN IF YOU MADE IT UP ON THE SPOT, YOU SOLD THAT ONE A LOT BETTER! NOT A LOT OF DETAILS, NOTHING THAT CAN BE VERIFIED - NICE!
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For now.]
Can I wake up now? [Vash didn't realize he could feel so tired in a dream.]
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BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, I LIKE YOU, SUNSHINE! I THINK WE'RE GONNA BE GOOD PALS, IF WE CAN AGREE ON OUR GROUND RULES!
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But, alright. What kind of ground rules were you thinking of?
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[Bill opens his hand and a tiny, humming city appears in it - July on a spring evening, intact, its roads busy and its windows lit.]
WHEN I ASK YOU SOMETHING, YOU JUST ANSWER! EASY AS THAT! NO DANCING AROUND AND TALKING ABOUT DONUTS! I'LL DO THE SAME, SO YOU KNOW WE'RE ON LEVEL GROUND!
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[But fine. No dancing? Vash can outright lie if he wants to. He just prefers being honest. Even if it is a round about way.]
I'm allowed to say I don't want to talk about a topic, right? Because if so I think I could agree to that.
if they shake on this feel free to BS that the implant cancelled out as much/as little as you want
[He's deliberately made the wording on this perilous. "You can't talk." He hasn't restricted this limitation to conversations with Bill, or to conversations held inside of this dream. If this becomes a binding deal (and if the implant hasn't restricted him too badly) he can effectively put a magical gag order on Vash trying to warn anyone else about what - and who - he saw here tonight.
Bill has no such limits in what he's agreeing to. Vash can tell Bill about his comfort zone all he wants, sure! Doesn't mean he'll be bound to respect it!]
It's fine! Teach Vash a lesson about being even more careful with what he says.
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