[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.]

Comments

[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.]

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

Now we just need to figure out how to wake up! [She grins] That shouldn't be too hard, I mean, others figured it out, right?

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

That's the hard part. It's too unpredictable to find a true course of action.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

Hmph. [She frowns] There has to be some way out.

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

I know. There are pocket groups that are looking. Maybe if you found them, they could help you find your way home.

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna have to. [Her frown is starting to morph into a pout, and she crosses her arms.] Do you know who they are?

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

Just about everyone here is looking for a way home. Unfortunately some of them don't take kindly to strangers or people that they don't exactly feel close to in some social connection. Have you talked to someone called The Doctor yet?

[At least it was a start.]

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

No... [She trails it off] Is he one of them?

[She isn't going to ask why he's called the Doctor. For all she knows, it's part of his chat handle and it stuck.]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

He's been looking for a means to get home for a while...I think. When you do eventually meet him, don't ask about his weird things or he'll never shut up.

[It's one of the biggest pet peeves that Gene has about people and their long winded explanations. He's more a to-the-point kind of guy.]

[arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com]

[She nods seriously] I'll keep an eye out fur him! [Read the brochure, find the doctor, find a way out of here. Maybe find someone to play with along the way.]