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abraxaslogs2022-05-23 07:05 pm
princessvegas) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-05-23 07:05 pm
[closed] while we stand in wonder it coolly disdains to destroy us
WHO: Julie, Wanda, Kylo and Stephen
WHEN: late May
WHERE: the Horizon
WHAT: Let's go talk to the Singularity
WARNINGS: TBD, probably none
[ After Julie got back from Aquila, she'd spent some time mulling over the conversation at the town hall, along with her own experience during the memory trading nightmare. There were so many things that made no sense, or that had missing pieces, leaving them unexplained. She'd gone to the Horizon, tried to talk to Steven. He was there, behind the bar, the first time she ever stepped into her domain, already completely made and populated. And, after months and months of extensive time amongst them, Julie has realized she can entirely control all of the people except him. Usually, he does what she would have wanted anyway, and that was enough to keep her from asking questions, but he's not like the others. He knows things, things that Julie doesn't, and maybe she'd always assumed that he knew names and drinks simply because she wanted him to be able to, but it is becoming clearer and clearer to her that there are other things at play. When she sought refuge from the memories in the Horizon, he didn't come to her when she wanted him to. Shouldn't that have been enough? And then, when she did spot him, they'd locked eyes and it wasn't like looking into a reflection of herself, the way it was when she saw the others. Instead, she saw something else, and was then instantly plunged into Kylo's memory.
She doesn't know what it was she saw, or why she saw it. Steven doesn't answer when she asks. He goes about his business as if nothing ever happened. It did, she knows it did. And if he won't answer, then there's only one other thing to do.
Julie had never been to the Singularity before. It was always there, looming in the distance, but she never found herself particularly compelled to go to it before. After all, wasn't it just a big rock? A magical one, sure, but still just a rock, no matter how close she stood to it. She's seen huge rocks before, what value was there in going up to this one? So she didn't. She just let the magic guide her around, to whatever she needed. It never failed.
When she decided to actually go to it, she decided she didn't want to do it alone. There's nothing scary about big rocks, but something in her made her want other people there. People who might actually be able to -- well, she doesn't actually expect them to understand, but she knows that they all have interest in the Singularity. That they might have some knowledge, be able to explain anything that happens there. People who have power of their own.
She sent the messages out individually, the night before. They were simple, for her, only the single question in her neat script, Will you come to the Singularity with me tomorrow?, followed by a time to meet in the common space, close to it. Slightly early out of vague nerves, Julie created a bench to wait and see if any of them actually show. And there she sits, less sparkly than normal, instead in flowing white trousers and a black cropped top, idly bobbing her foot. She doesn't look particularly relaxed about the whole thing, her arms crossed over her chest, her frame slightly tense, but neither does she seem extremely anxious.
Mostly, she just seems impatient. ]
WHEN: late May
WHERE: the Horizon
WHAT: Let's go talk to the Singularity
WARNINGS: TBD, probably none
[ After Julie got back from Aquila, she'd spent some time mulling over the conversation at the town hall, along with her own experience during the memory trading nightmare. There were so many things that made no sense, or that had missing pieces, leaving them unexplained. She'd gone to the Horizon, tried to talk to Steven. He was there, behind the bar, the first time she ever stepped into her domain, already completely made and populated. And, after months and months of extensive time amongst them, Julie has realized she can entirely control all of the people except him. Usually, he does what she would have wanted anyway, and that was enough to keep her from asking questions, but he's not like the others. He knows things, things that Julie doesn't, and maybe she'd always assumed that he knew names and drinks simply because she wanted him to be able to, but it is becoming clearer and clearer to her that there are other things at play. When she sought refuge from the memories in the Horizon, he didn't come to her when she wanted him to. Shouldn't that have been enough? And then, when she did spot him, they'd locked eyes and it wasn't like looking into a reflection of herself, the way it was when she saw the others. Instead, she saw something else, and was then instantly plunged into Kylo's memory.
She doesn't know what it was she saw, or why she saw it. Steven doesn't answer when she asks. He goes about his business as if nothing ever happened. It did, she knows it did. And if he won't answer, then there's only one other thing to do.
Julie had never been to the Singularity before. It was always there, looming in the distance, but she never found herself particularly compelled to go to it before. After all, wasn't it just a big rock? A magical one, sure, but still just a rock, no matter how close she stood to it. She's seen huge rocks before, what value was there in going up to this one? So she didn't. She just let the magic guide her around, to whatever she needed. It never failed.
When she decided to actually go to it, she decided she didn't want to do it alone. There's nothing scary about big rocks, but something in her made her want other people there. People who might actually be able to -- well, she doesn't actually expect them to understand, but she knows that they all have interest in the Singularity. That they might have some knowledge, be able to explain anything that happens there. People who have power of their own.
She sent the messages out individually, the night before. They were simple, for her, only the single question in her neat script, Will you come to the Singularity with me tomorrow?, followed by a time to meet in the common space, close to it. Slightly early out of vague nerves, Julie created a bench to wait and see if any of them actually show. And there she sits, less sparkly than normal, instead in flowing white trousers and a black cropped top, idly bobbing her foot. She doesn't look particularly relaxed about the whole thing, her arms crossed over her chest, her frame slightly tense, but neither does she seem extremely anxious.
Mostly, she just seems impatient. ]
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Wanda tugs her away and Julie lets her, follows in her stead. Hold off, give yourself some space, like it's so easy. They didn't hear it, didn't feel it. They don't feel any of this like she does. No one does.
(Well, there might be one person. She has to figure that out.)
Turning her attention back to them, Julie nods and sighs. ] Okay. I will. It's not -- it's not goin' anywhere, I reckon.
[ And she does seem fairly accepting of this fact. Of the idea that she should stay away. That they don't know what they're dealing with.
But Julie's never let that stop her before.
She doesn't look back as they leave. ]