[13th Calculation] Recoil [In Person]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Gene hasn't been seen since he met Nina in the hall. After being received so coldly, he did the first thing that he shouldn't have done and that was to lock himself away from everyone else. He had a lot to think about and the crushing blow he received on an emotional level killed his ability to remain somewhat sociable.

Sitting in the library, he's reading a book on mental illness. Frustrated after reading it for an hour, he quickly gets up from his seat and throws the book across the room in a brief fit of rage, running his fingers through his short cropped hair.

The impact from the book and its drop knocked over the vase on the opposite side of the room. He didn't want to admit to himself that he's starting to fall apart himself. The loss of his wife back home, the stress of uncertainty if his daughter was okay, the rejection he felt from Nina, the numerous tortures that the Author had put him through not to mention the absence of the friends he made all came crashing down on him.]

Fuck this.

[He turns around in the opposite direction where he threw the book and out of the library.]

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[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Stopping in his tracks, he takes a step back and looks up. Suddenly embarrassed, he lets out a sigh and his shoulders drop, looking from side to side.]

I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone else was here.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

[Nepeta grins down widely, exposing her fangs] No purroblem! What fell?

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Gene's eyes grow wide. He's beginning to not be effected by the new creatures that arrive here. He's just been too much of a shut-in to really get involved. Still, anything new does merit a reaction.]

Oh...uh...I threw a book against the wall and the vase fell. I'll clean it up.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

Okay! [Chirped is the only way to describe how she said that, sore throat or not. Surprisingly enough, she doesn't not ask why he threw the book, as that was his moirail's problem to deal with, not her's.]

I'm Nepeta, green blood moirail of Equius, blue blood. What's your name? [She crosses her arms on the railing and stares down]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

Eugene. Eugene Watson.

[He clears his throat. Looking up at her as he takes another step back so he's not straining his neck, he's calming down.]

How long have you been here and I have a silly question. What exactly are you?

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

Only a few days. [She frowns at the reminder of how long she's been away from her moirail. Equius was going to be so mad...

She shakes it off, reminding herself that Light had said that time wouldn't pass in her universe.] I'm a troll.

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

A troll? You don't look like you live under a bridge.

[He puts his hand on the rail and smiles.]

You know, I think when my daughter would like you...if she were here to see you.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

Under a bridge? [Nepeta frowns in confusion] No, I live in a cave!

[He was a lusus?] Is she at your universe?

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

Caves are good. They're energy savers and nature's perfect shelter. Warm in the winter, cool in the summer, it's not bad.

[He nods and puts a cinnamon toothpick in his mouth instead of a cigarette. Part of the reason for his quick temper, nicotine withdraws.]

Yeah, she's probably reading or coloring pictures.

[No need to create panic after all.]

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

[Nepeta grins and nods] Purrecisely! Karkat just calls it a 'shithive', but it's better then his lawn ring. [She makes a face at that. She wanted the troll as her matespirit, but he was a jerk sometimes.]

Light said that time doesn't pass in our universes while we are here. [She frowns] I hope so. I don't want Equius to know I'm missing.

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

I thought only lawn gnomes made lawn rings.

[Slightly confused but not closed off to the idea of learning about this new person.]

Oh, you know what, did Light give you a packet that explains this place?

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

What's a lawn gnome? [She tilts her head in confusion, frowning a little. He kept making strange connections! She had no clue where he got his infurmation from, but it was so wrong.] I mean a lawn ring like one around a hive! You only have those in a multi-hive living area.

No... [She trails off, frowning.] Should he have?

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Okay, it's very obvious now that terms are getting mixed up somewhere. He shakes it off and pulls out a small pamphlet (http://community.livejournal.com/badfic_manor/323023.html) that contains information about the Manor.]

Well, this should help some. It's not his responsibility but I thought that he would at least be a little considerate.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes widen with surprise, and then she grins widely and jumps over the railing. She takes the fall with relative ease, turning her landing into a short roll. Nepeta bounces to her feet, and goes to take the pamphlet from the suddenly-taller human, her gray skin and claws showing brightly against the paper.]

Thanks! [She grins again] I don't know why he didn't give it to me, but he gave me a lot of infurmation, anyway!

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[Of course, he had to take a step back to keep from getting knocked down in the drop but he was certainly impressed with the acrobatic display.]

It's for your reference.

[Now he's seeing just how small she is in comparison, he felt like a giant.]

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

[Six solar sweeps doesn't do much for a troll in height.]

I'll be sure to read it thoroughly! [She grins up at him, then tilts her head to the side curiously]

How long have you been here?

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

Since plot 3, I think. I lost count. It's been a while. I gave up after Halloween.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

Plot three? [She frowns] What's a plot? How many have there been?

[Nepeta pauses, again] And what's Halloween?

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. It's just a day where people dress up as someone else.

[He used to like the holiday until the Manor ruined it for him.]

I don't have my notes with me to tell you the exact number we had but I'll take a guess and say we've had about thirty.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes widen] How long do they last? [She really hopes that isn't that long, as otherwise... if he was that long, how long would she be stuck here?]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

Generally about a week and sometimes they can last longer depending on if the idea stays long enough.

[Yeah, he's still not buying that the Author is the main cause.]

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

[Brief pause for mental math, then in a panicked voice] That's almost a quarter of a sweep! I can't be here that long! I need to get back to Equius!

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

According to my understanding, our worlds are in a time freeze. The evidence that this proves true lies in three individuals though one has returned home for the time being. Mello and Dende are the best examples of this.

[He pulls out his pen and rips a sheet of paper from his notebook. He begins writing out a scenario using the paper as a visual aid.]

Let's say that this point is the Manor and this point is your world and this point is you. The Manor is the stabilizing factor in this scenario and you are the catalyst. Now there can't be more than one of us existing in the same place at the same time doing the exact same thing simply because if that were to occur, everything that you are would cease to exist.

Now, in your world, time freezes. However there is another theory. Time continues but you're existing along side as if nothing happened. Think of it as a dream state. You know you exist and you're here living among others from other worlds in which upon your return home, this place would be a dream to you. Does that make any sense?

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

...oohhh. [Now, dream worlds, that made more sense then time freezes. And everyone knew that time passed differently when you were asleep!] Like Prospit and Derse! So, this is a dream bubble that our dream selves were pulled into in our sleeps? That makes sense!

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

That's the best way I can put it, yes.

[This is what he firmly believed to be true instead of a frozen time that made no sense to him at all.]