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Sidereal, Day 82 (Evening)

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin has been sleeping a lot in the wake of his Lonely exorcism. Improving - oh yes. Changing a bit ... that too. Things are shifting around inside him with the sudden gap that's been left in his existence. And while the Eye can't possibly fill in as much as the Lonely had - it's not here, and the indescribably faint influence he has can only increase so much. He will only ever be the faintest shadow of what Jon or Gertrude are.

But. But there's enough. To drift in his sleep, and See into another's. Back to the partial statement the Eye had consumed from Subaru. ]

[unhappymedium]

[It's been a tiring last few days and drifting off comes easily for all involved. The now-familiar memories scatter past Martin much like the petals, just single panels cut out from a larger life story. But something is different? The experience is less sharp, and less in the moment. The scent of cherry blossoms is strong.

It's that way until they're at the bathroom with the mirror once more with Subaru's back to him.]

...

Again...

[How many times has it been by now?]

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[ Maybe not the first night after having the Lonely dragged out of him. Otherwise? Every night. And at least as often as it takes for this to become rote, to become just tiring instead of terrifying. A nightmare zoo with only one nightmare in it.

Martin's apologetic, as he always is at this point. ]

I'm sorry, Subaru.

[ That scent is different though ... did he not notice it before because of the Lonely? Or ... ]

[unhappymedium]

[He lets the silence hang.

I's long enough that it seems like he simply fell back into the memory, and the experience of this moment.]

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[ Not so unusual, that. Martin would rather not intrude, but ... ]

I told you before. It's not going to stop. This is the Eye's territory.

[unhappymedium]

[...]

...It feels worse tonight.

[Expression creased with delicate suffering.]

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[ Martin looks surprised, and then. Then not surprised at all. ]

I think. That may be my fault.

so about those dreams

[hijoperdido]

[Whichever version of Martin this lands in, he's sleeping soundly, isn't he? A nice dream with bright colors and a warm atmosphere. The sound of birds chirping and animals making noise in the distance; certainly is not London as the world comes into view. A deep valley with a wealth of life sprawling everywhere. South American, maybe?

Despite that, there is something familiar, and that is the strangeness abound. Immediately is the weather flip flopping between sunny and windy heavy rains and then back again in such a short span of time, for seemingly no reason. But there is something else, like a distant whisper calling to him through a hiss of sand. It's just deeper in the little pueblo by the larger house.]

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[ Such a deep sleep, deeper than he usually gets in Sidereal. Not that he minds usually - having his arms around Jonah is enough to pull him into something restful on most nights - but this is a bit different, isn’t it?

He blinks at the valley, its vibrant colors, the beautiful house. Should he approach? … It’s a dream, right? Well, maybe.

(That whisper - it’s familiar - it reminds him of a connection he lost recently— )

He finds himself heading up to the house nervously, poking his head into the main entryway. ]

H-hullo? Anyone here? I’m - I’m sorry to intrude, I just.

[ He has no idea where the hell he is. ]

[hijoperdido]

[There's a sound of tiles flipping and tapping - almost like an answer. It's welcoming, in a way. And the tiles under Martin's feet shift gently to urge him inside.

Come. Come inside, hurry.

The open area is darker, clouds overhead blocking out the bright sun. And the doors a dark rich wood. The tile tapping leads up the stairs, a rhythmic pattern leading Martin starting where he is, going up, then starting back again where Martin stands until he follows.]

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[ UM

That’s - that’s very unsettling! He’s not sure he likes it?? But the tiles aren’t really letting him go back and.

And, well. He just slowly starts following the tiles, because why not. ]

God, I really hope this isn’t a bad idea. It’s probably a bad idea.

[hijoperdido]

[It is completely fine and nothing to worry about, as the tiles and the wood panels he walks on lead him upstairs. The only light here being a door set aside, in its own alcove away from everyone else. There's the faint glowing outline on the door of a person with an hourglass, and the name "Bruno".

But just as soon as it's legible, there's the creak of another panel opening close by. A painting that's partially pulled from the wall.

And a shadow that moved behind one of the larger potted plants. Is someone watching him?]

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[ Bruno? Does he know a Bruno? He doesn’t remember any of the statements involving a Bruno …

He jolts at that creak, though, and whirls. The painting? What? he creeps a bit closer. ]

Is. Is someone there.

[hijoperdido]

[The immediate response is a small bit of wind blowing, creaking the frame's hinges.

And then the tiny sounds of tiny feet scurrying. A couple of small rats carrying different small food items to the hole behind the painting as Martin gets closer.]

Deje!

[It's... Not coming from the painting. Close by though.]

You should- [Clearing of the throat before a much spookier, if theatrical, voice gets put on.] You should not venture to the ...The Seeecret Door.

x2

[hijoperdido]

[Help it's again.

Martin, you surely remember this dream? The strange little valley with the colorful pueblos and tall mountains enclosing everything in?

Except the weather is darker now, cloudier with an obvious storm rolling in and everyone tucked behind their doors.]

Re: x2

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[ He SURE DOES. And things have happened since then! He frankly doesn’t remember how he got back to Sid, so he’d assumed it was a dream, except…

Except here he is again. And that weather does NOT look good.

He hurries towards that familiar house, trying to keep away from any family members he sees. ]

Bruno? Are you - are you still here?

[ Whispered as loudly as he dares. ]

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[The family members he does see are scared, a bit frantic trying to make sure the others are safe. Where normally Martin would see mice scurrying, there's nothing now. But sneaking back through to the wall-room, he'll find Bruno in there cowering a bit in the corner, head down against his knees and fingers gripping at his curls.

But the air feels... odd. Static, and like he's walking through somethings but never quite seeing what's there.]

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[ He’s even more concerned then. What the hell is going on? He hopes this isn’t his own fault…

Martin slips back to that portrait hole as carefully as he can, winding his way back to the room and spotting — ]

Bruno? What’s - what’s going on out there?

[hijoperdido]

[He shakes his head, not looking up nor registering someone there that shouldn't be.]

I don't know. I=i don't know, I don't know, it's bad-

COURT - Day 3

[eyediot]

[Jon's coming round to their little corner in the bunks with his hands full.]

All right - I've nabbed us both a phone, and I think, um. I have at least narrowed down one of my tasks.

Re: COURT - Day 3

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[ Martin, meanwhile, has spent time making their living area more homey? He's gotten the mattress off the top bunk, placing it on their shared bed to make it more comfy, and is in the process of converting said bunk into shelves for storage with the help of some curtains and some planks of wood.

He turns when he hears Jon, though, always happy to see his boyfriend. ]

-- Wait, really? Real phones?

Re: COURT - Day 3

[eyediot]

[He holds them up to show. Two phones, seeming in perfectly working condition.]

Picked them up at one of the shops. Seem to be working just fine.

Re: COURT - Day 3

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Oh my god.

[ He reaches out for one of them. ]

I really missed having one.

Re: COURT - Day 3

[eyediot]

[He hands it over easily, typing up a quick text but not sending it just yet.]

They did seem a bit useless where we were, didn't they?

Re: COURT - Day 3

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Oh yes. Somehow, no service in the apocalypse.

[ He's flipping through the apps now. ]