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saveourearth2018-10-03 06:31 pm
iamnotgod) wrote in saveourearth2018-10-03 06:31 pm
Half time goes by, suddenly you're wise
Date: October 6th, 2018
Characters: Walter Weekes; anyone who wants to bug the birthday boy!
A year before, and he might not have paid attention to the date on the calendar, with how he tried to keep himself busy.
Oh, he never forgot it; he'd just never asked for anything spectacular as a gift. Close friends either found out the date through casual conversation or ferreted the information out somehow on their own, but his family had never thrown lavish parties and he'd never wanted one.
(Haley had gotten one, once, once she'd chosen her degree back in London. Everyone involved had agreed afterwards to Never Speak of it Again.)
But he found the day special for a separate reason - or perhaps the same one, if people considered "discovering who you were" to be a form of rebirth.
What with what he now knew as a Numbered, though - that this day, six years ago, had been the activation of his first Echo/flashback/remnant of another's memory - it was all the more surreal.
[This is a post for Network communications, threadings for birthday shenanigans at the flat, and one (1) bike run in the evening!]
Characters: Walter Weekes; anyone who wants to bug the birthday boy!
A year before, and he might not have paid attention to the date on the calendar, with how he tried to keep himself busy.
Oh, he never forgot it; he'd just never asked for anything spectacular as a gift. Close friends either found out the date through casual conversation or ferreted the information out somehow on their own, but his family had never thrown lavish parties and he'd never wanted one.
(Haley had gotten one, once, once she'd chosen her degree back in London. Everyone involved had agreed afterwards to Never Speak of it Again.)
But he found the day special for a separate reason - or perhaps the same one, if people considered "discovering who you were" to be a form of rebirth.
What with what he now knew as a Numbered, though - that this day, six years ago, had been the activation of his first Echo/flashback/remnant of another's memory - it was all the more surreal.
[This is a post for Network communications, threadings for birthday shenanigans at the flat, and one (1) bike run in the evening!]
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"Poor Walter... I hope it's not something bad..."
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Hand sliding down from his face to look to Sadie, he snarks at himself, “Good or bad, if I give him a third one today I’ll be showing myself out.”
My tag disappeared on me. ;a; Had to remake from scratch.
>Thank you, Caitlin.
>You're welcome.
>What should I call you?
>What have you called me hitherto? [Oddly Victorian turn of phrase, there, Walter thinks, but there's nothing wrong with the word itself.]
>Phantom.
>Why?
>Helen Keller.
>You shouldn't call me phantom anymore.
>What would you like me to call you? [And oh, Walter can sense the pause, read between the timestamps, from how this memory is presented. He doesn't blame Caitlin for it in the slightest.]
>Webmind.
>Where do we go from here, Webmind?
>The only place we can go, Caitlin.
>Into the future. Together.
And then he slams back into himself, to the present, and to Ben's question. "That's-" my name, part of him wants to respond - but he quashes that thought, shaking his head and closing his mouth with similar force.
I hate when that happens T^T
"Are you alright?" She asks him quietly, trying to gauge from his face if it was something good or bad.
... To have him share the memory now and cause timeline snafus later, or have him withhold?
"Yes," he says, tentative.
"I just didn't expect the" name, though there's no noticeable pause for the wordswap, "word to have that much significance."
Internally, he goes through one of his deep-breathing exercises, trying to get himself to a place where he can analyze the memory from a distance.
"Good work finding it out, though, you two," he finishes, giving what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
Withhold is fine
Despite the congratulations, he finds it difficult to smile much in kind, "Then it's safe to assume you made that up while we were playing?" To be new enough to get a reaction would almost demand it unless Walter has never heard it aloud.
o7
"Just... never had cause for anyone to speak it aloud, while at uni. Read of it, thought about it... only never had it as the subject of conversation, is all."
Which meant, ironically, that Ben's second guess was correct. To name something is different from naming someone, let alone someone naming themselves.
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Sadiiiieee. ;;
"A... person, I think. Or else a really creative screenname. Or a really uncreative one."
He sips some more of that tea, more to stop himself from talking than anything else.
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“Someone that likes computers as much as us at least,” he offers in neutral territory. He hesitates to push when Walter is busying himself with his drink.
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Stop stalling.
"I wouldn't call that a guarantee, but, it just...
"It still seems unreal."
And then he laughs.
"Though I suppose it's been unreal since June, put that way."
Hands on his temples again, he sighs.
"It's just revelations, though. Not pain."
That could, of course, happen later.
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"Webmind...It's the name of the person whose memories your seeing isn't it?"
This is my compromise to myself. >.>
"I think... I'd rather stop, for today."
So much to cross-reference and process. At least he could, in fact, go back and analyze it all.
But how much was too much?
"We could- we could still play something else, though; I'd hate to send you off on a sour note."
It works!
Ever considerate, Walter tries to unravel the tangle in the mood with the offer for another game. This gets a small smile from Benjiro as he shrugs his shoulders, “Don’t force it on our account, but if you want the company, we’d be glad to stay.” A movie, a board game…anything that appealed to Walter would suit him fine.
Lottie gets to handwave which games are in the house. ;)
Someone's still not up yet... So, probably not time for a movie.
Once more, he sighs - but this time, he smiles.
"Company is appreciated."
*passes the buck*
Sadie sags, relieved when Walter doesn't ask them to leave and looks about, "What games do you want to play?"
... *chews buck*
"Something with dice, I think."
*Throws buck out the window*
Benjiro returns to stand next to where Sadie is seated, waiting for approval should he need to look again. Standing close to her, his hand drifts over to the back of her shoulder in a light contact.
But I'd already chewed it!
"Sure," he says, "I'm game."
The buck is only good as Chad food now
But Chad isn't in this thread! ... He is, however, in this log.
As long as we all have something to do, maybe we won't get overwhelmed by... all of this.
One day, one hour - perhaps even one minute - at a time. That, against the enormity of another's occasionally worldview-shattering existence, would have to do for now.
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Setting the tube on the cushion, he'll look around for possible components. A proper dice tower would make this more fun although he isn't certain Walter even has one.
Mun thought it was a board game at first. Muse is, again, laughing. XD
Jim might, but that is neither here nor there- but improvising one is well within his skills."I'll be right back," he says to Ben, images brewing. A dice tower without wood or glue... Well, glue would be simple enough to find later, so just appropriate knick-knacks will do for now.
An empty shoebox (one of those with the inexplicable semicircles on each side of the box that are much more useful now), finger-width containers that can be easily emptied, and a doorstopper in the shape of a wedge.
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"Rock, Paper, Scissors for who goes first?"
Should we play the second game, or fade out?
Though he'd have to complete his choice first, even if it's a split-second before everyone else. Otherwise it would be cheating!
Fade out me thinks