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ᴊᴇssᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇɴ | ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ. ([personal profile] outlierdirector) wrote in [community profile] synthneon2023-12-08 03:31 pm

oceanview || ❝ made a promise i'm coming out alive. ❞

OCEANVIEW III

and now i'm wide awake.
Oh, I died like a million times.
Through the waves, I break
The nightmares finally over
CODE BY TESSISAMESS
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[personal profile] crazyisinevitable 2024-06-09 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
I'm... Well, I'm something like that. You're right, though, I've met people that I couldn't trust. You don't seem like them.

[ But he still retains some measure of wariness because he knows by now that things have a funny way of turning around, and not always for the better.

He has to pause too, blinking repeatedly until his eyes adjust to the light. It always takes time, even if the source of light seems like a drop in a bucket of darkness, but he gradually adjusts after a minute or two.

Once he does, he gives Elizabeth a glance, taking in her appearance and just observing her for a second. There's something about her that he can't quite put his finger on, and looking at her isn't really clearing anything up for him. ]


Doors. [ His mouth presses together forming a thin line. ] Why is it always doors? Does the name Warlin Door mean anything to you? Quantum... what, like quantum physics? No, I don't know much about that. About either of those things. And I wasn't kidding, by the way. It's really not safe here, so as soon as you can, you should travel back through and get to safety.

[ At her next words, Alan just laughs dryly. ] No, you can't see those things, but look around. Other than here with the light on, everything's pretty dark. It makes sense that something light wouldn't like being here, doesn't it?

[ Alan doesn't mean to sound so skeptical, but- well, he is skeptical. Disbelieving. ]

Yeah. I write to escape. It's what I'm good at, apparently.

[ His eyes snap back to hers when she asks her next question. ]

The whole process is difficult. It might look simple on the outside, but there's so many ways for it to shift even if you didn't mean for a shift to happen. And unlike you and your doors and your traveling... A door can't be created out of nothing. I can't create a door out of nothing.
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[personal profile] tearings 2024-06-09 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I assume that's because most people have reasons to hide the answers to your questions. [ Elizabeth decides then she simply will not answer them if he asks something she can't answer. Somethings are better left unknown. ] Hidden agendas. Plans in plans. It seems no matter where I go, that remains a constant. Plans. Extorting the people around you to get what you want. It's all the same.

[ A sliver of bitterness leaks into her tone. She wonders who is using Alan--who he is using in return.

Eyes scan over the maps once more to memorize it. She locates where she had spoken to him moments ago. A finger presses to it, then trails up along the streets. He was soaking wet due to the rain, but she could hardly tell where he was headed. ]


Door?

[ Elizabeth pauses. Her mind seems elsewhere for the briefest of seconds. Then, sky blue eyes turn to look at him. She turns to face the writer. The light catches off another detail that can now be seen. The pinkie finger on her right hand has been damaged. Half of it is gone, but capped with a silver thimble. She hardly seems to notice or even be bothered by such an oddity.

"I don't see myself as a gate. I remain humble. I'm something smaller. A hatch."

Something and someone like her. ]


No. I haven't met the man. But, I know of him. Who he is. What he is. If you caught his attention? You must have done something. You did do something. Didn't you, Mr. Wake?

[ She listens quietly to his explanations. Light can't reach him with how far down in this oceanic like reality. He writes to escape as this reality responds to art. A question about quantum physics. He can create art of things in existence but not make things out of nothing.

A delicate process indeed.

Elizabeth turns back to the blackboard with the maps. Then, both arms unfold. She swings her weight to the balls of her feet and grabs atop the board. With a grunt of exertion, it gives way and spins to the blank side. She reaches over to the board beside her with notes and grabs a piece of chalk. Once more she is on the balls of her feet and begins writing as high as she can. ]


There's a million, million different worlds. Some all similar and some all different. [ She draws several small boxes. Then, a line between them and a circle around them. ] Me... people like me. We exist in all of them at once. We can see them all and precieve them all. I can be here in your attic, I can be in your constructed New York City... I can even be in a diner in that town, Bright Falls. All at once. Seeing them all at once. Noticing them all at once.

Everywhere and anywhere but not necessarily anchored to one. Not having a "home" world. Although, I believe you'd call them realities.

[ She draws a line from the several boxes down the board. The line then rounds to become a circle--almost like a underground lake. ]

This place connects to all of them, doesn't it? You need to use your art not to make a door... but to use a door to escape. Not just any door. The right door to the right reality. Back home.

[ A sad look croses her eyes before she turns her head back to Alan. ]

I find things I can bring into a reality I am in. Teacups to opening spaces. It's just really using a connection and door that already exists. I guess you could say it's the right door to the right key.

[ Alan has brought up a point that in all technicality, she has no purpose in being at this door. There is no reason to stay. No reason he can see. However, Elizabeth can see the reason. It's all around her.

Someone else trapped in a cage. ]


I wasn't always like this. As I grew up, I was ... restricted, you could say. I could open "tears"--windows--and see other places. Bring things over. I could never leave. [ She taps the chalk in her hand harshly. ] I was locked away from the world by my father. I taught myself to paint and would try to use the painting to open a way to escape.

[ She sighs and gives a shake of her head. ] All of that is to say, Mr. Wake, that I understand what this is like.
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[personal profile] crazyisinevitable 2024-06-18 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
And maybe I have no business asking questions. Maybe I should just mind my own business and stay out of other people's. Of course, the problem is that it's not that simple. Even if I don't want to learn things about people... sometimes it just happens. It's not on purpose, and I'm not doing it to learn information I shouldn't have, but- it's complicated.

If it helps, the only plan that I have is ending this story and finding a way back home.

[ He watches Elizabeth's reactions, wondering how she's taking everything he's telling her, and everything that he isn't. She has a look about her that makes him think she's perceptive, with or without her abilities, and that makes him wonder what she really thinks. ]

Yeah. Warlin Door. I thought he was a night talk show host, but I'm starting to think that he's a lot more than that. I don't know what he is, exactly, but there's more to him than meets the eye.

I guess I did do something. Several somethings, if you ask him. He talked about peeking in, poking holes, and just being an unwelcome nuisance. But I guess all nuisances are unwelcome. All I'm doing is trying to get home, but my efforts are apparently putting me in his way.

[ His eyebrows lift when she spins the blackboard. She's another one who seems to be more than meets the eye. When she starts to write, he's briefly reminded of Tim and his crazy wall. ]

That's... Well, it's a lot to take in. But wait, if you can exist in all of them at once, can you... No, that's crazy, forget about it.

[ If I wanted to try and reach Jesse, I could do it. I've done it before; she's reached me before. I don't need to inconvenience someone I just met. I don't want to use people. I don't care what Casey says: I don't like to use people. ]

How do you not go crazy, knowing what you know? If you see all of them all at once and know what's going on in each one, how do you not go completely nuts?

[ He rubs the back of his head as he tries to make sense of all this. It's a lot, even for him. Trying to understand it all makes his head hurt. ]

How am I supposed to find that door? That's like searching through a haystack trying to find a needle. Even if I could see all the doors and what's behind them, how long would that take? And the Dark Place isn't connected to every door ever, at least not as far as I can tell. What happens if I open the door to the wrong place? What if I open the door and step through and get immediately eaten by a lion?

Maybe that's not likely to happen, but what if it is? What if there's a door out there with a lion behind it? The lion doesn't even have to be a lion. It could be a person with a knife.

[ No, the more Alan theorizes about this, the less willing he is to go poking around trying to find the right door. ]

I'm sorry. That sounds like it was rough. But I assume you managed to escape in the end, didn't you? Maybe one day I'll be able to escape too. I hope I can, anyway.