Open | November

[wwrench]

WHO: wwrench + OPEN TO ANYONE
WHEN: November
WHERE: Solvunn + Horizon + Nocwich
WHAT: Fortifying for winter and doing some shady (?) shit, setting up his Horizon and offering some ASL lessons, and general exploration
WARNINGS: TBD - will be marked and added as they appear

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[wwrench]

To the average outside observer, it may be hard to discern why anyone would've bothered to spend their time constructing all of this. If the physics of the Horizon make nearly anything possible, the scene before them is among the most mundane. In fact, apart from some key details, it's not altogether dissimilar to some areas of Solvunn itself. What's the point of leaving his body back in the commune, defenseless and alone, to astrally project himself into another version of the same?

Maybe those stars, for one. While the whole place manages to be as familiar to Wrench as the back of his hand, it exists as the perfect ideal. Every detail feels plucked from some aspect of the best day of his life, or the greatest one he could ever imagine. There are only a few key things missing, and most of them the kind Wrench will never realize. Like the fact there's no internal sense of sound here. Water may flow and tree branches may tremble, but the only noise that exists here has to be brought in from the outside. It's another clear indication of just who may fit in here, long before any curious intruders meet the creator.

Wrench is busy lashing the stern of a canoe to the dock when movement catches his eye. He squints at the wave, but the face isn't one he recognizes. He's about to cross his arms warily when the stranger does the most unexpected thing he can think of: he signs. For a moment, Wrench is too stunned to reply. Did he create this too somehow?

Perfect weather, too. Never a bad day.

You sign?

[thedreamer]

I do. I have. Well, not lately. He smiles again, venturing a bit closer now that they've "met," more or less. Sort of. With a cabin like that, even the worst weather here would be a perfect day.

Metaphorically speaking, of course, since the weather someone's chosen for their space seems to remain consistent, from what he can ascertain. Unless they choose to shift it.

You should, by the way. Rainy day now and then.

The Doctor's mind is always busy, always going. Even now, just standing here, he has thoughts twenty steps ahead of them both just twirling about in the ether; things to come, things that have been, things that can't be, endless memories, endless things to do and see and think and say. It gets loud in there, often without the Doctor noticing. It's only now, here, that he feels a sense of calm that's almost tangible, like he could touch it and put it in his pocket and anchor to it when he's at his most frenetic.

I'm the Doctor, it's good to meet you.

[wwrench]

The mention of the cabin turns Wrench's gaze briefly to the structure behind him. In the waning light, the glow from behind those large glass panes looks warm and welcoming. It's hard to tell there's absolutely nothing beyond it. Apart from the structure himself, Wrench hasn't gotten around to filling it up with any signs of life. He's never owned a couch or a bookshelf. Never spent any amount of time considering the tchotchkes he'd keep around if he had somewhere to store them. Not even in his wildest imagination has he been able to conceive of something he really wants to own.

Maybe, he weighs his hands as he walks down the length of the dock to meet the man near the opening to a little deck that hangs over the water. Might be nice, with some lightning over the mountains. He draws the ridge of the invented landscape and lets his hands mimic the flashes of light behind it. The mountains themselves aren't part of any specific memory; they're just a flourish Wrench has added to this place.

If the nameless introduction strikes Wrench as weird, he doesn't show it. Better that he doesn't, since his own name is the kind that's made more than one person ask him whether or not it's real. Wrench, he introduces, spelling it out rather than using the sign for the tool itself. I just finished imagining this all. Might have taken too much space, but it's mostly just nature.

[thedreamer]

Too much?

The Doctor shakes his head almost immediately and then there's an instant shift in his posture and the way he carries himself. He's like a live wire sometimes, slowing down and jump-starting from moment to moment without much predictability at times. He gestures to the mountains with one hand, the cabin with another hand, then turns his body and switches back with his other hand to point towards where he'd seen a campsite and springs. At last, he spins back around again to face Wrench, and by now he's smiling broadly again.

All of this? Too much? Never. You thought of something in your mind. Yours. And then another something. And on and on it grew.

He's impressed, and he attempts to convey that by the way he keeps looking around even now, picking up all the details that he can.

And why did you pick this? That cabin? Those mountains? All of it. For peace? Joy? Memories? Insert other option here?

He doesn't have to tell him why he chose this landscape, of course, but the Doctor defaults to being nosy.

Point is, this was your doing. All of it. In here. Now he taps his temple with his index finger. Something beautiful. Never too much.

[wwrench]

He could've invented anything here. Could've constructed a fortress of pure gold, or filled the space with looping roller coasters. Wrench hasn't traipsed through many other domains, but the key feature of the ones he has seems to be the living structure. Here, that stands secondary to the sheer vastness of the environment. Open space, seemingly undisturbed by human interference. The Doctor isn't wrong about how it all came to be, but the wonder the other man expresses seems misplaced. It's just uncharted land. Not creative or aspirational to many.

So why did he choose it? The question gives Wrench pause. He turns over the offered responses, considering and dismissing each one until he's left without any more to choose from. Thankfully, the man doesn't seem to be demanding of an answer. Wrench can stand in silence and watch as he signs. As those words fill up the air between them, totally unrestrained and without the need for deciphering or correction. Out of everything that surrounds them, it's the man's fluency that's the most unexpected and amazing thing of all.

It's weird to be in here while my body's out there. He gestures to somewhere set apart from all of this, his unnamed faction back in whatever passes for the 'real world' these days. I guess there are no consequences here? Nothing you do in this space carries back.

[thedreamer]

The Doctor's domain is much smaller, seemingly, by comparison. It's just his beloved blue box sitting there in Wanda's garden. Of course, for anyone who ventures inside, that blue box is far more than it appears to be on the outside. Perhaps that's what intrigues him about Wrench's domain, apart from the truth of the beauty inherent in it. The Doctor's home is a small box that belies an ever-changing vastness within. Here, there's nothing hidden about the land and how it stretches onward. While it's finite, it doesn't appear to be, not if one lets their imagination stretch as high and wide as the mountains. Nothing is hiding here, it's open and it goes on and on, and there are things to see and explore.

Perhaps one day the other man will share the why behind this. Perhaps there is no why, no greater depth, and it simply is. That's all it has to be, in the end. A place that's exactly what Wrench needs and wants it to be. The wonder about it will never leave the Doctor, though. He tries to see all things through that lens, even now, a sense of wonder and hope. Even if he forgets and loses his way at times.

All I've seen and done, never anything quite like this. The universe is still surprising me. Thank goodness for that. He smiles cheerfully, very much with the air of someone who likes learning and encountering new things.

That's true, from what I've heard. All the more reason to try out your lightning over the mountains sometime. Standing that close to it with no consequence.

He nods to the canoe now. Did I interrupt?