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saveourearth2018-07-24 10:12 pm
ourearth) wrote in saveourearth2018-07-24 10:12 pm
Don't pet them, grab them! [Mingle]
Date: 25th of July
Characters: Open!
I.
In the afternoon on the 25th, a network message alerts the Numbered to the fact that the petting zoo in Moss Manor's Menagerie is facing a major break-out: Someone has torn down the fences, and all the bunnies, sheep, and all the other animals typically found in petting zoos have decided to book it. They are now swarming the manor's grounds.
Due to the staff being nowhere near enough to catch them all, and due to the generally low threat level of the animals that escaped, visitors are asked to help catch them instead of being sent away.
And anyone who just happens to show up and help will be happily welcomed and included in the fort, without any question of who told them that help is needed.
II.
Afterwards, Lady Margaret Camilla Brassant invites everyone onto her patio and offers refreshments - tea, water, little sandwiches, cake and scones with clotted cream and jam. She retires quickly herself, but not before giving a brief speech thanking everyone who helped save the gardens from hungry mouths.
Characters: Open!
I.
In the afternoon on the 25th, a network message alerts the Numbered to the fact that the petting zoo in Moss Manor's Menagerie is facing a major break-out: Someone has torn down the fences, and all the bunnies, sheep, and all the other animals typically found in petting zoos have decided to book it. They are now swarming the manor's grounds.
Due to the staff being nowhere near enough to catch them all, and due to the generally low threat level of the animals that escaped, visitors are asked to help catch them instead of being sent away.
And anyone who just happens to show up and help will be happily welcomed and included in the fort, without any question of who told them that help is needed.
II.
Afterwards, Lady Margaret Camilla Brassant invites everyone onto her patio and offers refreshments - tea, water, little sandwiches, cake and scones with clotted cream and jam. She retires quickly herself, but not before giving a brief speech thanking everyone who helped save the gardens from hungry mouths.
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Nodding once to what Russell says, he broaches the changes gently as he can, “I haven’t had any obvious changes myself, but other people with numbers, people that I already knew and trust, have told me about things they’ve experienced. In some instances, something in their mind changes. They recall something that didn’t happen to them as if they were someone else. In other instances…something physically changes. Nothing visible has changed drastically so far, but it can affect at least appearance or function. For example, theoretically someone might have their skin color shift tones, or they might in an instant be twice as strong.” Feasible options given what Sadie and Walter have experienced.
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"Physical changes, too..." It doesn't rest easy with him, not with ideas of changing skin colors or other superficial freak show imagery... and then the last phrase registers. Russell blinks a few times, the idea struggling through his mind, and he stares at Ben. "Wait, wait. That sounds like you're talking about superpowers."
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Superpowers.
The teenager raises his eyebrows at the connection and opens his mouth with a breath in to answer only to halt. He closes his mouth with his brows coming down to more carefully evaluate the concept. Gesturing with one hand in a ‘wait’ sort of motion, he does reply, “Nothing like what you might expect from comics, but beyond what a human should be capable of, yes.”
No one has mentioned anything too fantastic. So far.
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"Good," he decides, nodding to himself. "If you said it was that cartoonish... I'd write the whole conversation off as a dream. Like that time I was... daydreaming in the tunnels..."
Russell trails off staring vacantly somewhere distant, mouth hanging slightly open. For a minute he mouths a few things, frowning with the effort of thinking back. "That was before..." He mutters, then turns to Benjiro again, and asks, "you said this started with the aurora, didn't you?"
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The way Russell trails off catches Benjiro’s attention with an inquisitive tilt of his head and soft hum. Patiently, he waits until he is addressed directly, and when he is, the question presents a need for clarification, “Our access to the network started then. There are no messages before that date, and the numbers were not so intrusive. That said, I think I got my number when I first came to Mossgate when I went out diving for the first time in the bay.” A year prior to the aurora.
“Is there something else you think might be related?”
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"I don't know. Maybe?" Russell rubs at his mouth, making sure it's fine and dry after hanging open, then explains. "I wasn't in the bay, and I've been to Mossgate before, years and years ago. But the first time I got that number, I was in those tunnels, you know, beneath the cliffs? That was... this spring."
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A moment, then Benjiro asks a different question, "The daydream... Did it seem too odd to have really happened? Maybe there was something fantastic about it?"
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"It was... mundane," he says instead. "Oddly so. I went on that tour, thinking it would unnerve me to have all that rock hanging over me. Especially as I saw those collapsed tunnels. But I remembered walking through the tunnels hundreds of times before, on my way... somewhere."
Russell stares back at the memory for a few seconds. "And then I realized that was ridiculous," he interjects with a laugh. "That was the first time I went in! But so much of it, the water dripping here and there, the echo of feet on the tunnel's stone, even the sense of all that rock overhead... It all seemed familiar. Except the tunnels in the cliffs weren't glittery enough."
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Listening intently as his cousin recounts the visit to the tunnels in the cliff, he picks up on the difference between the episodic memory Sadie described to him and this more generalized experience forming more of an abstract memory that is created in repetitive travel. That last detail stands out, his voice soft as he repeats curiously, “...glittery?”
Considering his possible questions carefully, he decides on focusing on another detail as the glitter might be merely the result of mineral deposits, “The sound of footsteps. Can you think of a time you were in those tunnels with someone else?”
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"The time I went for real, I was in the tour group," Russell says, offering the obvious answer first. It's not a satisfying answer, and he knows it. Given everything, he'd rather give his cousin something more substantial, and he frowns as he keeps thinking back. "...Walking back and forth from... home? To somewhere else... Not always alone, but, a lot of the time."
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Obvious answer or not, Benjiro would rather it be given for absolute confidence in his understanding. Hand lifting to touch his chin with a couple fingers, he considers what Russell tells him carefully, “Whomever the memory belongs to, home being connected elsewhere by those glittering tunnels might be important.” It’s an interesting contrast to what Sadie described to him, and while it opens possibilities, he can draw no conclusions, including about use from others.
Hand lowering back downwards, he decides to impart one more thing about their novel situation, “I don’t know how much these memories will mean, but, in the present we have people we can rely on that also have Numbers. You might want to look through the messages briefly before you head home and see who you recognize.” It probably isn’t polite to out another Numbered, so he’ll resort to the second most direct way to let Russell know he has support at his flat in Walter.
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"Did you recognize anyone? This might be people all around the world, and I didn't see anyone else in that group suddenly come over all..." Russell demonstrates by swaying back and forth, as though suddenly dazed or inebriated. "I'll look, and listen, since you're asking. But I'm not expecting much."
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To that, the teenager smiles gratefully and nods his head, “That’s all I can ask. I actually knew several people at the start. I had already met some of them shortly after moving here last year. For now, it seems we can only contact other local individuals who have a Number, but perhaps that will change too.” Already trusting those individuals certainly helped him move into acceptance that Numbers are part of their reality and not figments.
“I don’t know how much else I can tell you since we know so little, but if you think of any questions, you can text me any time.”