Beckett of the Mnemosyne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bookofnope) wrote2015-10-04 01:39 pm
bookofnope) wrote2015-10-04 01:39 pm
[IC Contact -- Snowblind]
[There is a click noise. It sounds as though it might be judging you.]
[A short, rasping note creeps into Beckett's breathing. No. He can't. Can't feel fear. Can't get angry. Can't start coughing now. He has to think, please - ]
Do you have a weapon? Anything that can do as a weapon?
Do you have a weapon? Anything that can do as a weapon?
There's always the butter knife --
[ This might be him attempting a joke. It's a little hard to tell at the moment. A pause, and Rhys sucks in a frightened breath before cutting the conversation off. ]
[ This might be him attempting a joke. It's a little hard to tell at the moment. A pause, and Rhys sucks in a frightened breath before cutting the conversation off. ]
Alright, I'll pass on the message.
Might kick GH for being stupid next I see him.
You sure you're okay?
Might kick GH for being stupid next I see him.
You sure you're okay?
No. But I'm sure there's nothing to be done. Unless you have extensive theological training. Or possibly a cure for the common cold.
I'm safe. Make sure you stay the same.
And don't be too hard on House. We all have our crosses to bear.
I'm safe. Make sure you stay the same.
And don't be too hard on House. We all have our crosses to bear.
I knew you'd be okay with House still :)
We have oranges from the grocery store. Can't delivery them.
We also have cough syrup. It should help some of the symptoms.
Don't have extensive training in theology.
Just stories and lectures connected to Hyne.
[He can't make any promises about staying safe.]
We have oranges from the grocery store. Can't delivery them.
We also have cough syrup. It should help some of the symptoms.
Don't have extensive training in theology.
Just stories and lectures connected to Hyne.
[He can't make any promises about staying safe.]
We're more alike than either of us would like to admit.
[He almost stops there, because sadness, but Zell did mention food. Potentially good food that he hasn't tried yet.]
I could live out this mortal life without ever tasting cough syrup again. What are oranges like?
[He almost stops there, because sadness, but Zell did mention food. Potentially good food that he hasn't tried yet.]
I could live out this mortal life without ever tasting cough syrup again. What are oranges like?
You haven't had oranges?
[How to even describe them... his mind goes straight to sharing oranges with Jim, but that's not something he should really share.]
They are a little sweet and sour.
Tangerines are sweeter. They are like little oranges.
There are all kinds of fruits in the grocery store.
Some look pretty weird, man.
[How to even describe them... his mind goes straight to sharing oranges with Jim, but that's not something he should really share.]
They are a little sweet and sour.
Tangerines are sweeter. They are like little oranges.
There are all kinds of fruits in the grocery store.
Some look pretty weird, man.
They used to be very expensive. Then I lost interest, for obvious reasons. Now... I suppose I should try. Maybe it's something to look forward to. The ice cream was nice.
[He's starting to drift, and thinking about food is easy and, well, what passes for comforting right now. A distraction.]
Is Hyne a religion in your world?
[He's starting to drift, and thinking about food is easy and, well, what passes for comforting right now. A distraction.]
Is Hyne a religion in your world?
Ice cream is pretty good. :)
You should try mixing fruit in the ice cream.
Like berries.
Have you have cookies yet? They are pretty good.
Where I'm from, Hyne made the world and the people.
You should try mixing fruit in the ice cream.
Like berries.
Have you have cookies yet? They are pretty good.
Where I'm from, Hyne made the world and the people.
i'll mention that to rhys. if he leaves any icecream. hes had a lot.
i know cookies
[Too unfocused to type now. He switches to voice feed, sounding tired, stuffed up, and generally rambling.]
We used to have cookies. They were probably very different, it's been very long... what do the lectures say about Hyne?
i know cookies
[Too unfocused to type now. He switches to voice feed, sounding tired, stuffed up, and generally rambling.]
We used to have cookies. They were probably very different, it's been very long... what do the lectures say about Hyne?
[He is confirming that he doesn't just look like shit. Sounds like it, too.]
I'll grab berries next time I'm at the grocery store.
[And any other fruits that will taste good.]
Hyne created tools to remove a mountain, before falling asleep. The tools finished their work, but Hyne still slept. So, they spread out and shaped the world on their own. The tools were people and Hyne wasn't happy when he woke up. [Wait...this might not be a good story to share with someone who is down and sick.]
I'll grab berries next time I'm at the grocery store.
[And any other fruits that will taste good.]
Hyne created tools to remove a mountain, before falling asleep. The tools finished their work, but Hyne still slept. So, they spread out and shaped the world on their own. The tools were people and Hyne wasn't happy when he woke up. [Wait...this might not be a good story to share with someone who is down and sick.]
You don't - [Beckett starts, and stops, and starts again rather differently.] I'd appreciate that. If you have the chance.
[What has he got to lose? Certainly not dignity. He's aaaaall out of dignity.
The story makes him give a dry chuckle. Well.] So you're saying disobedience was built into humanity from the start, in your creation myth.
[What has he got to lose? Certainly not dignity. He's aaaaall out of dignity.
The story makes him give a dry chuckle. Well.] So you're saying disobedience was built into humanity from the start, in your creation myth.
Any time. [Hear the smile in his voice? Zell likes being useful even if it's fruit delivery!]
Yeah, pretty much. [That's not the only thing built into humanity.] Humans began a war against Hyne after he decided to reduce the population by killing all the children. [Such a thoughtful creator.]
Yeah, pretty much. [That's not the only thing built into humanity.] Humans began a war against Hyne after he decided to reduce the population by killing all the children. [Such a thoughtful creator.]
[Now that gives Beckett pause. He's familiar with a hundred mythologies, and some of them are stranger than others, but he has a feeling that this is not going where he expects it to.]
Next you're going to tell me they've won. [A cautious counter-intuitive guess.] I've heard of creator figures being destroyed, but... always by other divinities. Never by humanity, not until the modern era.
Next you're going to tell me they've won. [A cautious counter-intuitive guess.] I've heard of creator figures being destroyed, but... always by other divinities. Never by humanity, not until the modern era.
[He's right about it.] Yeah, humanity won. Hyne offered his powers to the people by giving up half of his body before vanishing.
[And now for the part that is predictable-] The issue was that no one could agree on which tribe should be in charge of it. War broke out amongst the tribes. What they didn't know was that they were tricked. [The people got Loki'd.] By the time the realized the half left to them had no power, Hyne was no where to be found.
[And now for the part that is predictable-] The issue was that no one could agree on which tribe should be in charge of it. War broke out amongst the tribes. What they didn't know was that they were tricked. [The people got Loki'd.] By the time the realized the half left to them had no power, Hyne was no where to be found.
From creator to false idol to trickster god, perhaps a seducer, a fall...? The parts all make sense, but fitting them together... structuralist nightmare, maybe if it belonged to some mysteries cult...
[There's a little more anthropological mumbling after this - in the face of the unknown, theory is comforting. Then he sneezes loudly, which snaps him back to the here and now with a bit of a start.] Wait, the - so - you mean - your religion is based on your god as your enemy?
[There's a little more anthropological mumbling after this - in the face of the unknown, theory is comforting. Then he sneezes loudly, which snaps him back to the here and now with a bit of a start.] Wait, the - so - you mean - your religion is based on your god as your enemy?
areyou
*He's...not sure how to finish that. Alive? Okay? Something else? He's not even sure how much he remembers from his dream, but he remembers Beckett.
Ugh. He's not even sure he wants to do this. Everything about Beckett is still so chaotic right now. After a moment of starting at it he sends it, though. He needs to know.*
*He's...not sure how to finish that. Alive? Okay? Something else? He's not even sure how much he remembers from his dream, but he remembers Beckett.
Ugh. He's not even sure he wants to do this. Everything about Beckett is still so chaotic right now. After a moment of starting at it he sends it, though. He needs to know.*
Edited (i can days) 2016-05-20 16:01 (UTC)
night 118 immediately post-dreamthread; @guardian; text
phaseshifter
2016-05-20 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
DUDE. Are you alright?? That was
um, heavy? I think that's the right way to put it
(I feel bad using text but I don't want to risk waking Jack. But if you could hear me you'd know that I'm only fussing a *little* bit!!)
Sorry I haven't been in contact
He's supervising whenever I use the tablet and I've been expecting that he'd check my messages in the mornings, but he hasn't been. :/// So texting at night is safe, it seems!!
Are you and Fiona and the others all okay?
also will you get grumpy at me if I say something mildly crass like "you get it guy" and wiggle my eyebrows over your whole dreamsmooch thing
because I kind of really need to do that. And sort of just did (I already ship it and am THIS CLOSE to calling you cute). >w> ♥
um, heavy? I think that's the right way to put it
(I feel bad using text but I don't want to risk waking Jack. But if you could hear me you'd know that I'm only fussing a *little* bit!!)
Sorry I haven't been in contact
He's supervising whenever I use the tablet and I've been expecting that he'd check my messages in the mornings, but he hasn't been. :/// So texting at night is safe, it seems!!
Are you and Fiona and the others all okay?
also will you get grumpy at me if I say something mildly crass like "you get it guy" and wiggle my eyebrows over your whole dreamsmooch thing
because I kind of really need to do that. And sort of just did (I already ship it and am THIS CLOSE to calling you cute). >w> ♥
You're all right. Thank G
[The text stops abruptly for a moment there, because who is he thanking again? But it picks up, so fast and frantic that Beckett may be forgetting his normally impeccable uppity old British man typing thing.]
I was worried about getting any messages to you that he might see. don't say anything that could put you at risk
we're all right. Fiona and I have taken care of dr Stitches as thoroughly as possible considering norfinbury, some injuries but will be fine
Haurchefant is with Waston. won't say more.
KEEP SAFE
[All right. With that out of the way he can take a moment to breathe again. The dream. Right. She's alive and all right. The dream....]
Heavy is... a good way to put it. I feel like I should apologise for my subconsciousness. It can't be a pleasant place to be in right now. And I'm afraid that ship never had much of a chance to sail. But - I'm glad you got to meet him, in a sense.
[The text stops abruptly for a moment there, because who is he thanking again? But it picks up, so fast and frantic that Beckett may be forgetting his normally impeccable uppity old British man typing thing.]
I was worried about getting any messages to you that he might see. don't say anything that could put you at risk
we're all right. Fiona and I have taken care of dr Stitches as thoroughly as possible considering norfinbury, some injuries but will be fine
Haurchefant is with Waston. won't say more.
KEEP SAFE
[All right. With that out of the way he can take a moment to breathe again. The dream. Right. She's alive and all right. The dream....]
Heavy is... a good way to put it. I feel like I should apologise for my subconsciousness. It can't be a pleasant place to be in right now. And I'm afraid that ship never had much of a chance to sail. But - I'm glad you got to meet him, in a sense.
Edited 2016-05-21 16:13 (UTC)
Don't worry. I'm pretty sure I can't say anything that would put me at more risk than when I tried to stab him to death. :P (And yes he retaliated but only to knock me out and I think that shook him as much as it did me?? So I'm safe. DON'T WORRY.)
Though I suppose I shouldn't risk telling you where I am. Not beyond "following a few steps behind my dad," anyway. I'd rather not be blindfolded on top of everything else.
[ And innocent as that statement is, it's the biggest clue she dares to give. She called him dad, Beckett. It's a safe bet she isn't talking about Douchey McBodysnatcher. Talk to Jack. ]
So you keep safe too!! >:P9
Anyway. Don't apologise, geez. You don't need to. Or no more than I should apologise for intruding!
I'm glad I got to sorta-meet him too. He seemed really cool when he was himself (?? The yellowy eyes thing was weird)! And super perceptive. I'm sure he knew that you loved him very much. ♥u♥
Though I suppose I shouldn't risk telling you where I am. Not beyond "following a few steps behind my dad," anyway. I'd rather not be blindfolded on top of everything else.
[ And innocent as that statement is, it's the biggest clue she dares to give. She called him dad, Beckett. It's a safe bet she isn't talking about Douchey McBodysnatcher. Talk to Jack. ]
So you keep safe too!! >:P9
Anyway. Don't apologise, geez. You don't need to. Or no more than I should apologise for intruding!
I'm glad I got to sorta-meet him too. He seemed really cool when he was himself (?? The yellowy eyes thing was weird)! And super perceptive. I'm sure he knew that you loved him very much. ♥u♥
[Despite his slightly frantic state at this conversation, Beckett catches on at once. And hell, he doesn't want to talk to Jack. But the trust between him and Angel is a absolute (how can it not be, now she's seen his dream?) and he will follow her judgement. How to convey it...]
Your dad and I are going to have a talk. [There you go. Confirmation masked as threat.] Don't lose heart. But perhaps leave the stabbing to the professionals. We'll be quick about it.
[Because it is still Rhys's body. Somewhere, somewhere inside, there may be something... or he may be just saying it for Angel's sake.]
I think he was
He
I've had these dreams before. During - while everything was falling apart. He'd come to warn me. I think it really was him, at the time, not just my mind. I'd tried
I listened but not enough. I never listened to him as much as I should have. We had our routine. He would prophesize and I would question. A regular two-man comedy act.
Your dad and I are going to have a talk. [There you go. Confirmation masked as threat.] Don't lose heart. But perhaps leave the stabbing to the professionals. We'll be quick about it.
[Because it is still Rhys's body. Somewhere, somewhere inside, there may be something... or he may be just saying it for Angel's sake.]
I think he was
He
I've had these dreams before. During - while everything was falling apart. He'd come to warn me. I think it really was him, at the time, not just my mind. I'd tried
I listened but not enough. I never listened to him as much as I should have. We had our routine. He would prophesize and I would question. A regular two-man comedy act.
Okay. But don't get your hopes up, friend. He's hardly likely to capitulate and tell you where he is, is he?
[ Because that's what Beckett needs to know. She's only a day or two behind the original Jack - if he's heading downtown, between him and Beckett they can block off both exits from the tunnels. Starving Jackrhys out is as good a backup plan as any.
Killing him herself is still plan A, though, so she carefully scootles right on by Beckett's suggestion. Thinking about there being any conscious element of Rhys still in there, trapped? It's worse than anything she can imagine. N o p e. ]
I'm so sorry. You must miss him more than I could ever imagine.
(Without living a bazillion years like you, anyway)
But I don't think you should beat yourself up too much for questioning him, if that's what you're doing! He didn't seem like the sort of person whowould have minded, and
well, it's part of you, isn't it? Questioning things, learning, analysing? Seeking out understanding instead of blindly accepting things.
It's such a core part of you that I'm pretty confident in assuming that it's one of the things that made him love you. (I know it is for me!! Though in a very different way o b v i o u s l y)
[ Because that's what Beckett needs to know. She's only a day or two behind the original Jack - if he's heading downtown, between him and Beckett they can block off both exits from the tunnels. Starving Jackrhys out is as good a backup plan as any.
Killing him herself is still plan A, though, so she carefully scootles right on by Beckett's suggestion. Thinking about there being any conscious element of Rhys still in there, trapped? It's worse than anything she can imagine. N o p e. ]
I'm so sorry. You must miss him more than I could ever imagine.
(Without living a bazillion years like you, anyway)
But I don't think you should beat yourself up too much for questioning him, if that's what you're doing! He didn't seem like the sort of person whowould have minded, and
well, it's part of you, isn't it? Questioning things, learning, analysing? Seeking out understanding instead of blindly accepting things.
It's such a core part of you that I'm pretty confident in assuming that it's one of the things that made him love you. (I know it is for me!! Though in a very different way o b v i o u s l y)
Yo, Fangs!
Word on the street is you drank piano juice, how'd that work out for ya?
Word on the street is you drank piano juice, how'd that work out for ya?
font face="Courier New">We'll find him. And we'll find you. Just focus on staying alive. We need you alive.
[I need you. Don't say it. It's fussy, it's demanding. And he knows he has to live and he will live. But living without her will be... is there a hell beyond hell?
None of that self-pity. This is about Angel, not him. They'll find her. He'll find her.]
A bazillion is a bit of an exaggeration. Just a bit.
I suppose he must have. We were seekers together, after all. He believed in me - that I could find the answers we were all after. But Anatole always had been a believer. The purest I've ever known - the only true man of God I've ever known, I think. He believed there was a reason. A plan.
I don't know if I've failed him. He never said so, even when... I keep wondering if there is something he knew. Knows. It's a little pathetic.
[I need you. Don't say it. It's fussy, it's demanding. And he knows he has to live and he will live. But living without her will be... is there a hell beyond hell?
None of that self-pity. This is about Angel, not him. They'll find her. He'll find her.]
A bazillion is a bit of an exaggeration. Just a bit.
I suppose he must have. We were seekers together, after all. He believed in me - that I could find the answers we were all after. But Anatole always had been a believer. The purest I've ever known - the only true man of God I've ever known, I think. He believed there was a reason. A plan.
I don't know if I've failed him. He never said so, even when... I keep wondering if there is something he knew. Knows. It's a little pathetic.
Don't worry, you doof. He doesn't want me dead. owo ♥ Anything but, I expect, since even if he finds me burdensome he'll know that an apparent damsel in distress makes for an excellent bargaining chip.
[ She's about to add to that - if it comes to that, let me die - but no. Jack wouldn't kill her anyway, and there's no point in causing further distress by lingering on ideas like that. Not when Beckett is already going through far too much. ]
And you're beating yourself up again. Geez!! It isn't pathetic to wonder like that. It's natural. Sensible. And honestly, you're making me wonder a little too! If he prophecised other things, why not any of this?
(And if he *did,* that should prove beyond interesting if he does show up here. But that goes without saying, doesn't it.)
As for failing him, you can't honestly believe that? Deep down?
If he never said that you did, then you should have no reason to think so! :C
[ She's about to add to that - if it comes to that, let me die - but no. Jack wouldn't kill her anyway, and there's no point in causing further distress by lingering on ideas like that. Not when Beckett is already going through far too much. ]
And you're beating yourself up again. Geez!! It isn't pathetic to wonder like that. It's natural. Sensible. And honestly, you're making me wonder a little too! If he prophecised other things, why not any of this?
(And if he *did,* that should prove beyond interesting if he does show up here. But that goes without saying, doesn't it.)
As for failing him, you can't honestly believe that? Deep down?
If he never said that you did, then you should have no reason to think so! :C
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