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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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[She says it with a wide grin, but she's genuinely curious.]
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[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!
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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!
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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?
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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!
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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.]
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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.]
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Do you think dreams are tangible or in tangible?
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[Bill goes uncharacteristically quiet as they descend through the canopy. For someone that enjoys being the center of attention, he doesn't like talking about his own thought processes. Giving someone, even a child, a window into your psychology never ends in anything good.
He snaps out if it, and doubles down on being breezily cheerful.]
HM! FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A HUMAN, I'D SAY PROBABLY NOT! IT'S NOT A PERSISTENT WORLD, AND NOTHING YOU DO HERE HAS CONSEQUENCES! THAT'S PART OF WHY IT'S FUN!
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
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[She grins, all teeth.] But I think dreams are much, much more important than anyone ever gives them credit for.
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WHAT MAKES YOU THINK SO?
I MEAN, HEY, IT'S WHERE I LIVE! THIS ISN'T ME DISAGREEING!
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Hmm. Well, you just answered it yourself, I think. [Which is also true in its own way.] It's possible to live in dreams. You're proof. You're not the only one. Why wouldn't it be important when it's a home? And humans create new homes all the time.
[And homes have doors.]
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EVEN IF I'M BEING PERFECTLY HONEST, IT'S ONLY WHAT I'M ABLE TO PERCEIVE MYSELF! IF I DIDN'T EXIST BEFORE YOU FELL ASLEEP, IT'S POSSIBLE NEITHER OF US WOULD KNOW!
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[Bill nudges her gently with ... what could only be very loosely defined as his elbow. It's more like the arbitrary spot at which his arm has decided it bends right now.]
WHAT'S REAL AND WHAT ISN'T IS PRETTY LOOSE IN HERE, ANYWAY! I DON'T GET HUNG UP ON THE EXISTENTIAL STUFF!
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Thinking too hard is probably bad for you anyway. You trip over your own thoughts. You could break something if you're not careful.
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