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Dillon Cole || Scorpion Shard ([personal profile] orderfromchaos) wrote2014-06-16 09:57 pm

8. Public + messages

[Public, video]

So, uh. Some of you who frequent the eighth floor common room might have noticed. An extremely geometrical tree where your coffee table used to be.

I can fix that. I mean, I'm going to. Fix that. Unless you guys like it? I mean. Whatever. It's not my floor. Let me know.



[Private to Vin]

[There's a long period of silence. Okay, it's only like ten seconds, but that feels like a lot.]

So. That. Happened.



[Private to Elsa]

...have fun?



[Private to Rogue]

A while back you offered to help people work with their powers. Is that still a thing?



[Private to Helena]

You, uh. Don't have to respond to this at all if you aren't comfortable, or anything. But if there's anything you want to ask me, I'll try my best to answer. And I won't be mad or anything.
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[personal profile] routemistress 2014-06-17 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing you're 'ere, that's all. You're almost as terrifying as this tree. It's only less 'cause you can think.

'Ave you met my bus yet? Promise not to do owt to 'er, I think she'd like to see you.
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[personal profile] routemistress 2014-06-17 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She is absolutely horrified, but not by Dillon in himself; rather, she's horrified on his behalf, that he's lived all his life with this splinter in his soul, this purity that shouldn't touch anything alive and real.]

Come 'ere. Come 'ere, sweetheart. I'm going to to put you on me filter, and I'm going to take you to see 'er. Not that I need to take you there, but she's attached to 'er body.

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[personal profile] routemistress 2014-07-19 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a wrench, for Iris, to try and look at Dillon and only see the uncertain human boy. Time and entropy exist in a tightly coiled symbiosis, and his disruption of it jangles her senses almost unbearably.]

Sweetheart.

[It's the equivalent of screwing her eyes shut, clenching her teeth and holding her breath, and there's so much of it that he still makes her skin crawl.

But side by side with that, there's a lost boy that she wants to hug breathless.

She doesn't. She's not entirely sure that getting that close might not make her retch or seize, and not entirely trustful of his limits either. But she does reach for his hand, and doesn't allow it to be reluctant.]


Come with me. She's got summat I want to show you.

[There are two timeships, now. There's a raw eggful of pure new singularity putting out its feelers in Iris' bedroom, and she has a feeling it'll find him interesting.]
Edited 2014-07-19 18:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] routemistress 2014-07-27 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Iris is fiercely tactile, rarely able to keep her hands off anyone very long, but she doesn't push the issue with Dillon. It doesn't help that part of her remains relieved. It makes her ache to hug him more.]

Yes.

[She opens her cabin door, and they're there: Iris' bus, warm and wise and wondering, her mental touch reminiscent of one of Digby's decorous hand-licks.

She's visible, which is uncommon, and her doors are open. Inside, an apparently-living dodo peers out at Dillon, head cocked in perfect avian cranky curiosity.

(Dodo is a machine, a human-made machine designed to pull the warp and weft of reality into new patterns, and his shape - genuine, flesh and blood and beak - comes from his having turned his function whimsically on himself. He's part of the bus, knitted inextricably into her physical shell and her extradimensional realities.)


The dodo has made a nest of couch cushions, discarded lingerie and music and fashion magazines inside the bus' living compartment, and he sits defiantly on top of a blue-speckled egg that's larger than he is. This is the something else: it's plainly the same order of being as the bus, but new, raw, tenuous and unformed. It takes nearly all of its energy to keep itself contained and safe, but the remaining strand of its awareness positively vibrates with delight and curiosity. Dillon is a New Thing! It craves New Things with a passionate hunger that echoes itself in the bus and in Iris.]


I thought it'd like you.
Edited 2014-07-27 23:15 (UTC)