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entranceworks2015-11-20 08:07 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entranceworks2015-11-20 08:07 pm
+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +
Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--
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Forest
--That's where it comes from, the laughter. Laughter, well, breathy huff, really, not like he's got the voice for anything else. It's just one third fun, promise, another third... pity? Last third, last but not least third, the complex emotional blend of Christ I'm Sorry, You Are Going To Hate The Answer You're About To Get.
Because all Philip's got is-- Well, not directions to anywhere out, that's for sure. But he's got a brochure, pulled from his pocket, handed over to the new arrival with an apologetic frown.
[[ MUTE TELEPATH WARNING hello hi, let me know if you have a preference RE: Philip sticking to writing or doing his mind talk gig! ]]
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And that's not a good sound. Alex isn't really one-hundred-percent on this, but getting a little huff of laughter in response to a perfectly innocent question is really not doing the best for his nerves. He frowns and accepts the brochure from Mr. Beekeeper here, turning it over and over in his hands.
"Wonderland?" he says, slow and skeptical. "Seriously?"
His first instinct is to deride the whole thing as a complicated practical joke, but really, who would have the resources to pull something this elaborate off? The only person he knows who could do it isn't even really a person and, well, okay, Alex is not going there right now.
He scans the pamphlet with mounting confusion and horror, then finally lifts his eyes to stare at the guy opposite him.
"You're kidding," he says flatly. "You are kidding. Right?"
And, equally important question, should he be worried about bees?
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With All The Time In The World (TM) and such Philip can afford to wait until reading time is over, might as well take off the gloves in the meantime; all with the occasional glance up at the new guy, checking in on how the facial expressions are doing. Just about on a par with the course, he'd say.
Cue a bit more of the apologetic grimace, this time shaking his head to the question, and-- Right, here comes the decision. Pick up the notebook in his pocket, or just go with the... the thing. Flips a coin in his mind every other time, gauging who can deal with two weirdnesses for the price of one. That guy? Looks to be from about his time, and not wearing hero spandex to boot, so. Probably the sooner he figures that everything's crazy here, the better.
Bit of a public service, really. Philip takes a slow breath.
"'Fraid not," he says, as much as you want to call it that while his lips aren't moving. "It's quite literally exactly what it says in the brochure. You can look around for that highway if you don't believe it, but don't expect any results."
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"Jesus Christ," he hisses, and nearly drops the brochure. Is he in his head? Fuck, can he see the wreckage it is in there? Can he see It dogging his every thought? Oh fuck, fuck.
Alex frantically backs up, and keeps backing up until he hits a tree trunk presses himself up against it, one hand running through his hair as if that'll be enough to comb the voice from his head. How's he doing that? Nothing should be able to do that - nothing good, anyway. There's too much shit in his skull, too many things whispered to him by faceless freaks for him to be in any way comfy with this.
He stares at the guy in mingled outrage and fear. "Are you in my head?"
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Great job. Excellent decisions. Well done!
Sincerely,
Philip, present.
There's a frustrated sigh as he strokes the back of his neck. Running low on the apologetic smiles too, so it comes out more like a weary frown. Like yep, yes, there it is again, that went about as well as he should've expected. Don't know until you try and all that though, but-- Jesus. All right. Fixing it, fixing it, fixing...
"Any chance you'd buy it if I said I was just an incredibly gifted ventriloquist trying to practice my talking beekeeper hat act?"
Yep. This continues to go really well. Thumbs up for yourself, Philip.
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But then again, they're trapped in fucking Wonderland so maybe it's time Alex went and reevaluated his morals.
"How are you doing that?" He hastens to add, "and can you see anything - going on in here?" He spins a finger in a sloppy circle near his temple. Because if he can, Alex would have to kill him.
Ha ha.
But seriously.
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That totally pans out, right? He did look at the brochure, different universes and such, sounds about as plausible as anything these days. Because personal history truth hour is officially over for the day.
"But no, I can't- I can't 'see'. Or hear. Or remove. Or add. Or do anything else in any other capacity. It's just my voice, on a one way street into your head. Not any less creepy, I know, but there you go."
He pulls his communication device from his pockets.
"You've got one of those by now, right? Because if you do prefer text messages, they've got unlimited free minutes around here."
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Well, whatever. This guy's being mildly useful, and if he turns out to be something other than what he says he is, Alex can - take care of it, can't he? Yeah. Yeah, he can.
He fishes out his own device and regards it dubiously. Should he be thinking the answer or - ? The guy said he couldn't 'hear' anything. Maybe he should test that out.
"Texting is about all I can do on this thing." He jiggles it with a scowl. "Every time I switch the video on the feed fills with static."
Maybe he should glide right past the part where that's something of the norm for him.
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Only that sort of malfunction gets a raised eyebrow. He was on the network earlier, no sign of static or reports of any event that might bring something like that about. And, incredibly, service is usually pretty top notch in the land of weird.
"Really? That's odd. Might need some time to activate properly, although that'd be a first I'm hearing about an issue like that." He scratches his head. "Unless you woke up here and tried to open it up with a rock or something like that, now THAT, actually, would be... surprisingly not uncommon for new arrivals to try."
Philip shrugs.
"Whatever it is, it usually repairs itself on its own, in... I reckon, give it an hour or so."
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"Yeah, that sounds likely." Is he being sarcastic or sincere? He'll let the Amazing Beekeeper figure it out. Definitely not gonna mention that electronics just generally tend to go on the fritz around him. If this guy's really what he says he is, then he won't know the difference if Alex doesn't say it aloud, right? Can he even trust this person if he say's he's not-so-secretly telepathic, or whatever?
Trust, huh. What a foreign concept.
Time to divert the subject. "I'm Alex." And you are?
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"Philip."
Christ, remember when he still did that with a surname and a handshake? Yeah no, he wouldn't want to think about it either.
"Stuck here for about half a decade now, so if you've got more questions than the brochure can answer, now's probably a good time to get them off your chest. I could give you the grand tour too, since I just so happen to be short on other obligations for the next... well, infinity, probably."
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"Five years?" That's incredulity, mixed with a healthy dose of skepticism. "Jesus, that sucks. What do you even do around here? Isn't this place supposed to be one big acid trip?"
Because if any of it involves running from faceless entities, Alex is out.
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He bites down on his lip, because that's probably not the best promotional slogan he could come up with, which, on second thought, good thing membership is already mandatory. People leaving out of choice? Perish the thought! He shrugs, another apologetic grimace in order.
"It's like that vacation you have to convince yourself you're not sick of yet, because at least the food is free, and you get to watch as many films as you want."
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"They got movies?" Okay, color him intrigued. That's at least relevant to his interests. "Please tell me our ~benefactors at least have decent taste."
Because by god if these Wonderland people turn out to be tasteless, talentless sell-outs he will have words. Maybe even fill in that 'decent film' void himself. Who knows. He's gotta be good for something around here, right?
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He unfolds the brochure for a direct quote.
"'Think about what you want, open them, bam. Room service'. Which, yes, also extends to the cinematic selection. Just like a lazy version of 'if you can dream it, be it', and--"
Philip snaps his fingers.
"I think a few guys even set up a movie theatre on one of the floors, although I'm not sticking my head out for their taste. If nothing else there's something incredibly fascinating about watching bad movies that won't exist in your world for several years? It's like warm-up exercises for doomsday prophecies."
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He thinks."When you put it like that, place doesn't seem so bad." Of course, he's pretty sure he'll be changing his mind soon enough. But shh, let him have his happy moment.