curriculum_fictae | [PSL] time travel, time travel

[ Martin had always known that Lukas would kill him in the end. If not along the way, then surely at the end, once he'd gotten what he wanted out of Martin, whatever that turned out to be. When the Lonely rose up to swallow him, he'd accepted his impending death with ... what?

What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.

And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.

But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.

The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?

And where was Jon? ]

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eyediot

[A GUFFAW!!! And sputter, he is so OFFENDED.]

You don't quite have to put me down like that!

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curriculum_fictae

S-sorry! I'm just speaking from experience!

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eyediot

[JUST BECAUSE IT'S TRUE YOU SHOULDN'T SAY IT]

Well.. I guess I'll just have to do better than my best, won't I?

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curriculum_fictae

Yes, that's. That's where using time travel to cheat comes in.

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eyediot

Isn't that generally frowned upon in some video games?

[Look he may fancy himself an intellectual and focuses mostly in nonfiction, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know what his own generation is doing.]

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curriculum_fictae

I really, really don't care what the consequences are. As long as you're safe.

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eyediot

...Well that doesn't matter much if you aren't safe as well.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Martin turns away lightly at that. ]

No. It doesn't matter what happens to me.

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eyediot

... It does to me.

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curriculum_fictae

Why?

[ His words are flat and limp. ]

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eyediot

[God.... Martin why.]

Because I care about you.

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curriculum_fictae

You've known me for - for what, three days?

[ Sorry, Jon. Martin shakes his head sharply. ]

You care about your Martin. The one in this timeline. And that's a good thing. When I figure out how to properly save you from the future, you can go to him in safety. And - and I don't know, maybe I'll just disappear. That would be easiest on everyone.

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eyediot

[HE'S NEVER EXPRESSING AN EMOTION EVER AGAIN if all it gets him is having it kinda thrown back in his face. He looks visibly taken aback by Martin's words and watches him.]

...I didn't realize time was the main factor in being allowed to feel things. My apologies, then.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Now it's Martin's turn to be taken aback. But what did he expect, really? ]

I - I didn't mean -

[ He swallows back the lump of misery in his throat, gaze lowering to the floor. He'd been doing okay so far, but the Lonely's claws are deep in him. Warping what was already a painful problem of his to begin with. ]

I'm just expendable, Jon. You shouldn't treat me like I'm anything else.

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eyediot

[Christ maybe he was too harsh on Martin when he started the archive recording process if this is what Martin thinks of himself now. Even after... The Lonely? Got him.]

That isn't true, you know.

[His voice is soft, and that rare kind of sympathetic - like helping someone through something traumatic, he's handled it a few times taking statements directly from subjects. Helen, comes to mind actually. That is who he'd last taken a statement from like that.]

You shouldn't think that, Martin.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Well. Many factors made Martin into what he is now; Jon needn't take all the credit.

That note of sympathy makes him lift his head again, tentatively meeting Jon's gaze. It's ... such a kind sound. He can't help but respond to it. ]

I'm a duplicate from a timeline where I've already failed. I don't - I don't even know if you should call me Martin.

[ Softer, less accusatory this time: ]

Do you really care that much after just a few days?

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eyediot

...So?

All of that doesn't mean you aren't Martin.

[For all the confusing things, timelines, conspiracies going on, the idea of Martin being here is... A no brainer.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ Oh. That's - nice? So surprisingly solid that Martin has to catch his breath for a moment. He might have had too much time to think about this subject over the past few days. ]

I'm not your Martin.

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eyediot

... All the same.

[He just... almost looks sad by that. He thought he'd gotten through. It just means he'll have to show he means it through actions over the next however long.

The kitchen's done, and they already said they weren't working on the board tonight. He looks at the clock on his range and sighs.]

I'll catch you in the morning.

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curriculum_fictae

[ What is that expression? Why does Jon look so sad? And paired with that obvious dismissal -

Martin takes a step back, allowing Jon to leave if he likes. But. ]

I - I'm sorry, I've said something wrong -

[ He wrings his hands anxiously. Trying - failing - to feel less pathetic. Falling back on old habits instead, into being useful when he can't be worthy of affection. ]

Morning then. I'll. I'll get up early and make breakfast.

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eyediot

You don't have to do that.

[BECAUSE HE'LL BEAT YOU TO IT.]

Try to sleep some?

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curriculum_fictae

[ RUDE, Jon. Just rude. (You will beat him, though, if only because he'll foolishly assume he'll wake up before you.)

He just nods shakily. ]

All right. You get some rest too.

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eyediot

[He sleeps about as much as he normally does. Which is to say not much at all.

But he still wakes up early. Even better, earlier than Martin still asleep on his couch. He smiles to himself having won this little contest and quietly starts getting things out.

Within the hour, there's the smell of cooked sausage, warm bread, and cheese.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ And Martin, despite promising to get up early, had been rather exhausted by that conversation; he sleeps soundly on the couch even as Jon moves around in the morning, oblivious to the quiet sounds that Jon makes. He's peaceful like this. As pale as ever, of course, and a thin layer of frost has formed on the blanket he has pulled up to his chin. But otherwise, it seems he wasn't exaggerating when he said the couch was comfortable.

Anyway. Once the scent of food fills the air, Martin stirs at last. Blinking dimly at Jon from the couch, trying to focus. He was going to do something, wasn't he? What was he -

Oh. Martin jolts up, frosted blanket still wrapped around his shoulders as he comes into the kitchen. He opens his mouth to apologise, he slept in, he meant to do this instead - and finds himself just standing there instead, mouth open. ]

That - that smells wonderful.

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eyediot

Thank you. I told you I'm not a complete dolt in the kitchen.

[On queue, he hands Martin a plate with two fried egg sandwiches and a napkin ready for him.]

Good morning.