[IC] Misc. Open Post

[curriculum_fictae]

For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.

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[hijoperdido]

In one of my visions. I was like... I dunno, nine or ten when I saw it, but I remember it. I remembered the mice.

[As if on cue, a couple rats climb to his shoulder to nuzzle at him.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin looks between Bruno and his phone again. And at the rats. ]

And ... and you see the future. Right?

[hijoperdido]

[He nods once, not breaking eye contact with that picture.]

Yeah. Usually pretty straightforward, even if I don't always understand what's going on.

[curriculum_fictae]

So. So what was happening in that vision, at my bakery? Were you there?

[hijoperdido]

No, no I wasn't, it was just - images I saw. That was the last image of that vision.

[curriculum_fictae]

Then whaat were the other images?

[hijoperdido]

[He finally breaks his gaze from the photo to look at Martin, but it's all fear in his eyes. Then shakes his head sitting back, looking everywhere else.]

It uh - Nothing important, nothing worth remembering. That one though - [He points to the phone.] That's the one that mattered. That's the one I remembered.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Uh huh. There's nothing about that that Martin believes. ]

Bruno, please. Whatever you have to say? I'll believe it. But please tell me.

[hijoperdido]

Look, it was. It was weird, and a lot, and I was nine so I didn't understand what I was seeing, so I just remembered that one at the end.

[He rubs anxiously at his arm, the back of his neck.]

If we could get to my room I'd show you. But it's, it's all closed off now.

[curriculum_fictae]

... Your room? Where is that?

[hijoperdido]

It, uh. It's the tower, upstairs. But way too many stairs and been closed off since I left. Well, 'left', but you know what I mean.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right, I get it.

Well - let's go break in then.

[hijoperdido]

UUhhh what? Wh-what, no.

[curriculum_fictae]

That vision might be important. It could even be how you get me out of your hair.

So, let's break in.

[hijoperdido]

It's- I mean, maybe, but it's still a bad idea.

[curriculum_fictae]

How bad could it be?

[hijoperdido]

You have no idea.

[He pets at one of the rats, then looks at it, gesturing between him and Martin.]

No, but I mean - He ma not even like it? He'll probably look at it and think 'oh no this is bad you're bad luck," and whatever happens is gonna be my fault somehow.

[Just... Habit.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Uh. Martin just sort of. Stares at that. ]

... you aren't bad luck, and we are definitely doing this if the alternative is you talking to rats.

[hijoperdido]

Hey - they're my friends, and they're good listeners.

[But for all that, he's already setting the food aside and getting ready to go through the wall-tunnel.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Fine. Your friends who are very good listeners, and still objectively rats.

[ Martin moves to follow him then. ]

[hijoperdido]

[He peeks out first - still empty house. Must be a busy day out there today. Then starts sneaking his way down the hall and up the stairs to the little alcove of his door. A sssssslow deep breath before he opens it and steps inside, ushering Martin in and closing it quickly after.]

Casita can't really- really do anything in here? So it's just us.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Through the colourful house, then, and down the hall, and up the stairs, and ...

And into a sandy antechamber. Martin glances back at the safety of the house, and then forward at the curtain of sand ahead. ]

Is it safe? It - it is your room, so it has to be safe, right?

[hijoperdido]

Eehhhh. [He waves one hand.] Mas y menos. The worst part is just going through this first door.

[curriculum_fictae]

I don't know what that means but I am concerned.

[ He comes up to that door? ]

[hijoperdido]

[The sand is hissing down nonstop and Bruno walks up and sticks his hand through it, letting it fall between his fingers.]

It doesn't turn off, you just gotta go through.