[Game 18] The Waking World

[arsgoetia]

After successfully talking Zan into waking up—the world around you starts to dissolve and break apart. There's a lurch, like the sensation of abruptly falling into sleep, but backwards; and all around you, the glass begins to crack apart, splintering and sending ocean water splashing everywhere, gushing forward, a cascade of blue and black, alternating between starfish and actual stars, suspended in liquid sky.

. . . reality seems to bleed in overtop of it and, sluggishly, you find yourselves waking up all over a suburban basement in New Jersey. There is a lamp on near the bed, where someone is still asleep, though fitfully beginning to wake up.

More noticeably, there is a woman sitting up in bed with him, arms wrapped around her bare knees as she watches them with amusement, extremely beautiful and . . . extremely familiar.

"Wow." One hand drops to Zan's hair. "I don't even know where to start with you guys."

Comments

[arsgoetia]

"The demon needs to leave."

[adropintheocean]

Yes, that's why I said both.

[to Tristan]

Well?

[arsgoetia]

Tristan adjusts 'her' skirt, looking at Waver expressionlessly. "Well, I'm not going to go just because I've been asked nicely."

[mayflowered]

Lucia stomps over and looks Tristan in the eye. "Sooo is he watching this all right now or something? Because I'm kind of cross."

[arsgoetia]

"I can neither confirm nor deny any rumors of anyone's actions," Tristan answers smoothly.

[mayflowered]

How much freedom do you think you have?

[arsgoetia]

"Less and less the more questions you ask me," Tristan answers promptly.

[mayflowered]

"Not asking you," she says, and frowns at Tristan.

[arsgoetia]

"I can only answer for myself."

He looks simultaneously amused and absolutely not wanting to be in this conversation.

[mayflowered]

I don't care about your answers and don't want them.

[Which she says with a bit of care. She's not meaning to corner you, here.

She sighs and gets out her telephone, walking away from Tristan.]

[arsgoetia]

Tristan exhales slowly.

[mayflowered]

[She begins talking very softly on the phone. You make make out the words "new years" and "new jersey"]

[adropintheocean]

[didn't you just get hit with holy water, a fist, and a shovel though]

Look, we really don't want to fight over this. More.

[arsgoetia]

"I also," Tristan says carefully, "don't want a fight."

[adropintheocean]

[...ohhh.]

You understand we can't let you have this, though.

[arsgoetia]

"I think we have a fairly good idea of each others' positions."