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driftfleet2016-06-22 04:37 am
isocelesmonster) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-22 04:37 am
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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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[Donut rain. Come on. Donut rain. Eventually for all his silent attempts a single plain donut falls from the sky a little ways from the duo with a soft plop. Vash laughs in embarrassment.] Opps, sorry. Guess I'm hungry.
[He's going to need to work on his dream control a lot more]
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[Bill swivels around to watch the donut fall.]
PRETTY VIBRANT IMAGINATION YOU'VE GOT THERE.
[One donut. Whoa there, big spender.]
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[It's his first try. He was going for much more.]
Yeah, I've never been very creative I'm afraid. [The embarrassed chuckle perfectly masks the disappointment he feels over his control of his own dream.]
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[Whaaaat!
He totally has to try that. That sounds hysterical. Bodies are so fun!]
THE ONE IN YOUR MOUTH?
[That one, right? Not one of the other two?]
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...yes. That's the only one most humanoid creatures have.
[Although Vash shouldn't be surprised. This shape has one eye and no mouth so far as he could see.]
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[Some people's laughs are the tinkle of gentle windchimes, or a beautiful melody. Bill's laugh sounds like someone's trying to send morse code signals with an airhorn.]
THAT'S WHY YOU CAN'T TALK WHILE YOU'RE EATING! OH WOW, WHAT A MISTAKE OF NATURE THAT IS! YOUR LUNGS ARE RIGHT NEXT TO THE FOOD!
[He almost folds in half laughing and has to lean his top angle on his cane.]
AND -AND YOU HAVE TO EAT TO SURVIVE!
[h o l y s h i t]
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And if humans can't breath they die
[Because you know. They were in space before. Vash is guessing Bill may not know that]
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For someone who doesn't, apparently, breathe, the sound he make sure sounds like gasping as he straightens up and swipes tears away from the bottom lid of his eye.]
HAAAH. OH BOY. I'M OKAY. WOW. WHERE WERE WE? YOU DON'T WANT ME TO SET YOU ON FIRE FOR SOME REASON? I THINK I CAN MANAGE THAT.
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[Bill holds out his hand for the second time that night.]
SOUNDS LIKE A FAIR AGREEMENT! I LIKE YA, SUNSHINE! WHEN YOU'RE NOT PLAYING DUMB, ANYWAY!
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Then he hesitates a moment right before he claps Bill's hand. Brain slowly catching up. Things still a bit muddled between lucid and dreaming.]
Wait. What am I dealing to? Not being set on fire? Or we'll tell each other honestly when a topic comes up we'd not like to talk about?
...or was it something else?
[For once he's not playing dumb. Just having a little trouble with keeping thoughts in line with his first lucid dream romp.]
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They landscape shifts three feet to the left - or maybe Bill and Vash get displaced three feet to the right. Either way, mirror images of both of them are there they once stood, going through the motions of the conversation they just had. Time travel. Oops.]
GROUND RULES! YOU AGREE NOT TO TALK ABOUT TOPICS I DON'T WANT POKED AT, AND TO ANSWER QUESTIONS I ASK YOU!
I, IN EXCHANGE, AGREE TO LET YOU TELL ME WHEN WE'RE ON A TOPIC YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT, AND ALSO TO NOT DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY SET YOU ON FIRE!
[A big, flashy gout of flame envelopes the place where the images of past!Bill and past!Vash are standing just as past!Bill clicks his fingers and teleports them to their current location. FWOOM.]
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[Seems safe enough.]
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I've been asleep for awhile now though. I should probably wake up so I don't over sleep and get too tired. See you tomorrow night?
[See! Inviting you back! He's such a nice guy! Even if he doesn't really want Bill back.]
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[There's the offered hand again. Come on kid. Shake on it.]
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So Vash reaches forward this time and takes the offered hand in a shake. After all, what could go wrong? Just agreeing to be understanding if each other got on a topic the other wasn't comfortable with seems fine.]