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savetheearth2013-04-03 06:37 pm
argents) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-03 06:37 pm
001 — handwritten [scrap] & action.
( HANDWRITTEN )
[ Banagher's found himself a little bit of free time at the library on Pierre-Simon, meaning he's taking a break from sorting through the insanity of the return bin to card through a few old books in search of some kind of meaning to assign to the words he can't seem to keep quiet in his head.
On the back of a forgotten, yellowing library punch card he finds tucked away in a book, he starts copying down things in no order, just to remember—first up is the sequence of numbers that's equally persistent. He'd never thought to put them down physically before, here or otherwise, by the virtue of the fact that he doesn't feel like he'll forget them anytime soon. Thusly: ]
[ Sorry, network denizens, for the nonsensical scraps of texts, notes, and printings you may receive as a result. Also the disconcerting doodles. ]
( ACTION )
[ It's early evening, the time when all the streetlamps begin to wink to life outside and natural sunlight is exchanged for halogen. He's currently seated in the lower level of the library at one of the broad cherry wood tables, chin in hand, mindlessly scribbling on the punch card. There's an assortment of papers spread across the table's corner, dotted with books and pens, suggesting he's been at this for a bit. While usually a diligent worker, he seems pretty distracted.
Don't happen to need a book or the use of a computer, do you? ]
(ooc. this is his first use of the network, but if you're going for action and your character is a frequent visitor to the library or a high school/uni student, you're welcome to assume cr!)
[ Banagher's found himself a little bit of free time at the library on Pierre-Simon, meaning he's taking a break from sorting through the insanity of the return bin to card through a few old books in search of some kind of meaning to assign to the words he can't seem to keep quiet in his head.
On the back of a forgotten, yellowing library punch card he finds tucked away in a book, he starts copying down things in no order, just to remember—first up is the sequence of numbers that's equally persistent. He'd never thought to put them down physically before, here or otherwise, by the virtue of the fact that he doesn't feel like he'll forget them anytime soon. Thusly: ]
[ Sorry, network denizens, for the nonsensical scraps of texts, notes, and printings you may receive as a result. Also the disconcerting doodles. ]
( ACTION )
[ It's early evening, the time when all the streetlamps begin to wink to life outside and natural sunlight is exchanged for halogen. He's currently seated in the lower level of the library at one of the broad cherry wood tables, chin in hand, mindlessly scribbling on the punch card. There's an assortment of papers spread across the table's corner, dotted with books and pens, suggesting he's been at this for a bit. While usually a diligent worker, he seems pretty distracted.
Don't happen to need a book or the use of a computer, do you? ]
(ooc. this is his first use of the network, but if you're going for action and your character is a frequent visitor to the library or a high school/uni student, you're welcome to assume cr!)
action;
He's just about to go and get himself a library card so he can check the books out, when he crosses behind the young man and catches a glimpse of what he's doodling. And he recognizes it. He saw it only a moment ago while he checked out the network on his phone.
So without preamble he sits down next to the other, smiling at him and extending a hand to him.]
Hi, my name is Fay. You've got that number stuck in your head, right? [He nods towards the paper.]
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Oh, sorry! [ Putting his pencil down, he takes his hand. ] I'm Banagher... um, you know about this? The number?
[ More than his straightforwardness was startling, it was his apparent knowledge about why space on his punch card was rapidly disappearing, and not entirely of his own accord. ]
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Yes, I've got one of my own. [He rattles off the series of numbers which he seems absolutely unable to forget.] Just turned up in my head one day, along with something strange happening to me. That sounds pretty familiar, right?
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I thought I was the only one. Or, well... I did.
[ It wasn't exactly something that was easy to bring up on the fly. At least without sounding like you needed psychiatric help. ]
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And then you wrote that number down and suddenly the paper started writing back at you, am I right?
[He holds up his phone.]
You do that, you connect to a network of sorts. I saw your notes on my phone a couple of minutes ago, that's how I knew you were the same.
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Yeah, that really is what happened!
[ Immediately he picks up the punch card and turns it over in his hands. It's completely jam-packed with little drawings and various exchanges in a bunch of different scripts, though it's quieted down for the moment. ]
So these really are other people like me. [ Or... ] Like us?
[ SPEAKING OF. ]
—What happened to you? To get these numbers, I mean. You mentioned something strange.
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You should try it sometime with a computer or something else that isn't so small.
[It's just an idle suggestion, but he has no idea what happens when you run out of space.]
And me? The first time I simply remembered how to bake something I've never made before. Pretty silly thing to remember, right? But the next time I got a random memory dumped in my mind, it was... really out there. You?
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It was like this. [ Squeezing his fingers into his palm, Banagher hesitates only a second before reaching out and gently poking Fay's chest with an index finger. Right about where his heart should be. Somehow that was the only way to really convey what it was like. ] It seems like it could be insignificant, but it doesn't feel that way. Like baking something, I guess.
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It's something small, and something that shouldn't be important, except you have this feeling that it really used to mean something to you. Except...
[He spreads his hands in a defeated gesture.]
Except it's something you're sure has never happened to you.
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How can it mean anything when it's like it's not even supposed to be yours?
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Search me, honey. But now I remember all sorts of things that I know never happened to me, and it all feels as if it's important somehow. As if I've had a whole other life full of... strange as shit stuff.
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Have you felt it more than once? That sensation like... a heartbeat. But not quite.
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[He chews his lower lip thoughtfully and drums cheap sparkly acrylic nails against the table.]
The second time was when I touched some little bug-fairy-thing. Those are important somehow. Anyway, the second time I remembered... well, if I told you all of it you'd think I'm crazy. But the point was I remembered a myriad of animals and creatures that... well, don't exist. Mutant worms, dragons, different talking animals... As if I'd seen them myself.
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I think I understand what you're trying to describe. Experiencing it is difference from imagining it. Even if you know what a dragon is, it's not the same as remembering what one was like, right?
[ He exhales, a quiet sighing through his nose. ]
I remember a speech. Words I know I didn't make up. Not all of them, but...
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That was what you were trying to research. Trying to see if maybe there was an explanation to why those words were in your head, if maybe you had remembered them from a specific source. Right?
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[ But obviously, he didn't. Nothing to anchor the words that boom through his soul, and maybe across things even more vast than that. It makes him feel small, insignificant. Still, Fay's almost whimsical approach to the ordeal has calmed him considerably. Given him a selfless opportunity to voice his concerns in a way he hadn't known he needed, and now appreciates. ]
Is that what you're doing here? Trying to find something like that?
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[Fay grins, a bit embarrassed, and scratches the back of his head. Then he lifts up the discarded basket containing his books so that Banagher can see the contents. A complete mix of classic fantasy and sci-fi and really trashy shit, the sure sign of someone who knows nothing of books period, let alone these sub-genres.]
But since everything I remember seems to be taken right outta some kind of sci-fi/fantasy flick on acid, I just figured I'd go with fiction. Unless there's something real big I done missed when I couldn't afford the Discovery channel anymore.
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Do... you need some help? Even the fiction section has references I can find for you.
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Let's see, there's... guardian spirits, miniature people, huge glowing fish, monsters made out of shadows, some kind of cross between humans and... some kind of animal, lizard-like horses, mutants, demons... [He trails off, groaning and rubbing at his forehead. There is no end to all the confusing facts about strange creatures that his mind keeps insisting that he's encountered.]
Too many. But most importantly... a small, round creature, a bit like a bunny but not quite, capable of traveling between dimensions.
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The one you say is most important doesn't sound familiar to me. But maybe you could start with mythology references? It might not tell you why you remember the things you do, but putting an origin to it might help, somehow. Or names.
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[Except Mokona isn't a marshmallow, Mokona is Mokona.
Well, that's a weird thought. Moving right along. He perks up a bit at the idea of mythology, nodding enthusiastically.]
Yes, that's a good idea. There ain't much I really know about about that kind of stuff, but if you could show me a good place to start...
[No seriously he's never been in a library before, bless.]
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Sure. I mean... I don't really know why we know the things we do. The feelings, the numbers. But if there aren't that many of us, it must be for some kind of reason.
[ Banagher's never really considered stuff like this at length. But it seems natural to reach out, all the same. He pushes out from the table and stands from the chair. Ready to get a crash course in library? ]
So, I want to help out, if I can.
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[He smiles brightly and bounces to his feet as well, but the moment he gets close to one of the shelves, all noise drains away and his heartbeat seems to fill the world and-
-and he remembers a library, so much larger and grander than this one. He remembers the kind of happiness you feel when you manage to get someone a perfect gift. And the line, "If it was possible, we'd like to buy them all. Right, daddy?" And he remembers-
-he picks a book from the shelves. It's clearly not a library book, completely unmarked, and when he opens it - although he gets a strange feeling he shouldn't - the pages are empty.]
This book - shit, my head... - it's another of those things. It's important, somehow.
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Fay? H-Hey! [ Shaking off the image that didn't seem quite human, Banagher moves to take him by the arm. Hopefully root him back in place. ] Are you okay? What happened?
[ He asks even when he knows. ]
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Another one of those... moments. Felt all empty, and then I- I got a few memories. Not as many, this time. But I got this instead.
[He runs his fingers over the design on the cover, heart wrenching painfully even though he doesn't know why.]
Apparently we can get things as well.
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