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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-07-18 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[The thing is, Wilhelm doesn't need to stop for gas. The Horizon doesn't play by the same rules as the real world. He could just fill the tank by willing it so, or imagine a car that needs no fuel to run. But stopping for gas is part of the experience of driving, so every once in a while, he pulls the Ferrari into Jack's gas station. Plus, sometimes a posse of raccoons is scurrying around the parking lot, and they're kind of cute.

The building next door is new. Wondering who put it there, he folds himself back into the driver's seat and guns over. The front door is locked, but a quick search around the perimeter of the building yields...a man smoking a cigarette. Wilhelm recognizes him from around the castle. Specifically, he identifies him as the guy Percy crashed into during their game of truth or dare.]


Oh, uh... [He ruffles his hair at the back of his head, a reflex to any measure of awkwardness.] Hi.

[Now cutting a glance to the building.]

What is this place?
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-07-22 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wilhelm glances at the phone, in the moment before the man slides it into his pocket. He wonders what he was looking at. As he concluded his first summer here, there isn't much point in scrolling when everything on the screen has to come from your own memory and imagination.

He still conjures his old phone when he comes to the Horizon, but not out of compulsive habit like he used to, too used to having it in reach. Now, it mostly serves as photo storage. He figured out that you can will any memory into a photograph, even if one was never actually taken, so the faces of his friends in this world join the grid of pictures of his brother. Sometimes he listens to music on it, but more often he pumps songs from the car stereo, no bluetooth connection necessary.]


Oh, cool. You're a chef?

[Checks out — he's seen this guy going in and out of the kitchens.]

I mean, the way this place works, you could just sort of...poof whatever food you want into existence, but... [A shrug.] I guess if you like cooking, that would take the fun out of it.
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-07-25 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He accepts that answer with an understanding nod, figuring that the man just does it out of habit. Grasping at familiarity as a way to stay grounded. He supposes it's the same thing with his car. Although he could just will it to move, he still presses the gas pedal. He still shifts gears by maneuvering the stick, because it's part of the process, because he'd watched his brother do the same from the passenger seat.]

Yeah, that was me. [He scratches at his ear. Sheepishness crawls across his expression, as if he hadn't been laughing when Percy crashed into this guy.] I'm Wilhelm. Or you can call me Wille.

[Some visual information about this kid: his clothes yell prep, from his polo shirt to his crisp white sneakers to his stupidly expensive-looking watch. But there's a departure from the aesthetic in a few details. The purple polish on his nails. The crystal pendant around his neck, which looks like the full moon set in silver. The tattoo peeking out from his sleeve, which appears to be of a frog.]
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-08-01 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Recognition lights up his eyes, and he returns with—]

Stockholm.

[Normally, he wouldn't think of Stockholm and Chicago as being in close proximity to each other. But in the grand scheme of things, the broad expanse of the universe and all its planets full of countries he's never heard of, the United States is close enough.]

You could give yourself a way cooler car, you know.

[Wilhelm nods toward the boring grey sedan parked nearby. People like them are rare around here — ordinary guys from normal places where nothing even remotely magical has ever happened. At least, he's assuming that a chef taking a smoke break behind a restaurant and driving a dud like that probably isn't some kind of wizard, superhero, demigod, or other preternaturally gifted being. He wonders how he's adjusting to life in Thorne.]
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-08-02 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wilhelm grins.]

A Ferrari.

[He sounds and looks very pleased with himself, but there's no boasting in his tone, no condescension. In fact, this is probably the least obnoxious somebody could possibly be about driving a luxury sportscar. His brother could have rattled off the specs — engine power and all of that — but he can't remember. All he cares is that it goes fast and looks sick as hell.]

It's the same one my brother drove. I wasn't old enough to drive back home, I had to teach myself here.

[Just yapping to avoid sinking into awkward silences.]
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-08-12 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He definitely deserves a fancy car after everything he's been through. When Wilhelm first arrived in this world and began experimenting with the contours of the Horizon, he'd thought about creating his own Ferrari, in homage to the one in whose passenger seat he'd made so many memories. But there was the problem of learning to drive. He'd always expected that his brother would be there to guide him through adjusting the mirrors, reading the dashboard, shifting gears. Accepting any other reality was like swallowing a live coal.

It wasn't until two springs ago, after he emerged from the darkness of what they'd all come to refer to as the pit, that he finally created the car. It was the distraction he needed while he tried to heal from what happened down there.]


2018. [The same year Erik was old enough to get his license.] You can see it, if you want.

[Which is probably unnecessary to say when Carmy is already standing. Wilhelm follows him through the restaurant's kitchen and dining space, silently eyeing the unfamiliar equipment of the former and the stylish decor of the latter. He's glad that walking directly behind the guy provides a good excuse to not look him in the eye when he drops that question.]

Yeah. I haven't seen him in two years.
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-08-21 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[As they emerge from the low lighting of the restaurant, it occurs to him that maybe Carmy was asking what year he's from, not the car. But the answer isn't all that different. Maybe it doesn't matter. In any case, the Ferrari crouches low to the pavement, all sleek lines and black shine. With the top permanently rolled down, its cherry red leather interior lies exposed like an invitation.

Wilhelm nods, fingers idly tracing the curve of the car's hood. It doesn't match up exactly — Erik had died a month before he came here, so he's been missing him for longer. But he doesn't want to get into all of that.

From his pocket, he produces the key and thumbs the unlock button. A smooth chirp sounds from inside the car.]


You can sit behind the wheel, if you want.
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yes!

[personal profile] ordinar 2024-09-01 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[A shadow of something flickers across his face when Carmy says that. Wilhelm isn't sure if there's such a thing as the afterlife, but he hopes there is. He needs it to be real. The particulars of it don't matter much to him — it could be heaven or hell, a blankness they're all suspended in or never-ending darkness. It doesn't really matter, as long as Erik is there.

He wonders if Carmy is the older brother or the younger one. It makes a lot of difference, he thinks, in the kind of person you turn out to be. He also wonders about the difference between have and had. Wilhelm still talks about Erik in the present tense — I have a brother, he's four years older, wait, no, now it's only two, then it'll be only one — as if somewhere out there he could be walking around, smiling and warm and alive.

But he doesn't ask any of these things, he just accepts the man's statement with a nod. His hand, with the key still in it, has fallen back to his side.]


Yeah, I hope you get to see yours too.