♞ II. written & action.

[holyknights]

[Like many others, the recent experiment had caused Elliot Nightray some grief. Unlike everyone else, though, Elliot wasn't worried about his "family" situation now that things were over with. Something else has been worrying him instead. Namely...]

Everyone affected by that experiment had dreams last week, right? Did anyone dream of things that didn't happen? Or things that couldn't have happened?

[Unfortunately, there isn't much to do since it's raining, so housemates can find Elliot sitting near the living room window, reading. It doesn't look like he's enjoying it, though. Something's really bothering him about those dreams.]

Comments

[ written ]

[interstellars.livejournal.com]

Couldn't have happened?

[ written ]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[It's a moment before he responds. How to describe something like this...]

I dreamt of something that should have left behind some kind of proof, but there is none.

[ written ]

[interstellars.livejournal.com]

[huh]

Then, in that case, maybe it was just a regular dream?

[ written ]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

It wasn't like my regular dreams.

[Which is all he'll say on that subject.]

[ written ] SORRY FOR THE LATE

[interstellars.livejournal.com]

[...hm]

Could it be something you don't remember?

[voice ... with poorly constructed filter]

[sundead]

[what's wrong with you Elliot, a nice cloudy, rainy day is the best day to be about... actually although he likes the clouds Ayumu isn't too keen on the rain either, so he's indoors, flipping through his journal.

And he recognizes that picture. That guy... Maybe he should... apologize or something. He clears his throat.]

...About last week.

[...] Can we just forget about it?

[voice | filtered]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, Elliot's filtering is not much better, so they will continue on in the land of bad filters! On the other hand... Elliot isn't really sure how to feel about this.]

Ah... [Actually, it's kind of embarrassing knowing they argued over something that didn't even happen.] Yeah. Forget it. It was just— It was just that experiment.

[voice | filtered]

[sundead]

[seriously. At least the only person who knows about it is that black-haired guy, though...]

Yeah. I'm sure you're not really a murderer...

[...] Right?

[voice | filtered]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[...]

What the hell do you think?!

[voice | filtered]

[sundead]

Well I'd like to think not, but I don't know anything about you.

[action]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot's...quiet. Leo's own journal is somewhere in his room (quite possibly buried under a pile of other books) so he hasn't quite heard his question, but he's been friends with Elliot long enough to know that he isn't pleased about something. Well, yes, Elliot's never pleased about something but he's never been sullen for long.

So he'll pour the tea he was brewing and go over to Elliot's side. Will you take some tea, master?]

[action]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He looks up when he sees his servant approaching, and he closes his book and sets it aside for now. Why, yes, he will certainly take some tea. For all that he's had on his mind the past few days, it would be nice to take a break.]

Thank you.

[action]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

You looked like you could use some.

[action]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot will gladly take a sip of tea as soon as he gets the chance. It's really nice on a day like this, when it's cool and rainy outside.]

It's really good.

[action]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Is it? It's the first time I've made chamomile.

[action]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

It's supposed to have calming properties, you know. [Is it working? Will you seem less tense, Elliot?]

[Action]

[break-the-past.livejournal.com]

[It does take a bit for him to get Elliot's message; having to rely on others to acquire the written bits of information from these journals is aggravating, but he'll do what he has to in order to keep his weaknesses secret.

He finds his way to the living room with the ease of practice and a refined set of other senses that have not yet dulled. The barely audible sound of the Nightray reading near the window is at least a clue, though he and his servant do tend to sound much the same in their habits. A rustling of pages, quiet breathing... enough to give him a general idea.]

Dreams are funny things, aren't they?

[He takes a few steps closer.]

You know, I dreamt once that Emily was 50 feet tall and kept demanding ritualistic virgin sacrifices. But that's just silly. Emily could never grow so large.

[Action]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Hearing someone approaching, Elliot looks up. It's almost a welcome distraction when he can't even do so much as enjoy the book he's reading. He slowly shuts the book as he considers Break's... "interesting" dream.]

Do you always have such strange dreams?

[At least he knew it was a dream.]

[Action]

[break-the-past.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head and leans easily against some furniture, never quite turning away from Eliot.]

Not always. Sometimes I dream I'm a sour little child with no sense of humor. Ah, but I'm getting off topic. It sounds like you've had some interesting ones lately, no?

[Action]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[...is that a jab at him, Break?]

[Action]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[...anyway, he decides it's alright to answer his question. After all, Break was affected by the experiment, too, he was sure, so perhaps he'd understand what he was talking about.]

During the experiment, I had dreams of things that didn't happen.

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

Are you sure they couldn't have happened?

[Voice]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

There's no proof of them happening when there should be.

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

A lack of proof doesn't necessarily mean that nothing happened... there are ways to erase things like that.

[He's had... first-hand experience with such things.]

[Voice]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Erased?