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The Doctor ([personal profile] madman_with_a_box) wrote in [community profile] tramitem_net2020-08-23 10:47 pm

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[It was easy to say that John was new to all of this strangeness. It was a fact, and yet, that bit of logic had done very little to ease his mind in regards to what all this entailed. He is, after all, a man of science, but he's also incredibly excitable - and under a lot of stress due to upcoming classes beginning soon. It's his first entry on this mysterious Network, and he's sitting on a sofa in a rather mundane looking living room - aside from the papers, random gadgets, and unfinished looking projects scattered about. An impressive stack of quantum textbooks rests near his knee, which is fluttering up and down rapidly in an anxious movement.

He leans forward, peering over the rim of his glasses, and frowns a little.]

I sort of like this idea of this Network thing. It's all very...clandestine, hush hush, bonding experience, speaking out into the void of the internet in the hopes someone hears you and has something important to say. I like it, it's clever - even if it does leave you feeling a bit exposed. Internet's not really all that secure, is it? Anything can end up on the dark web for the right price...

Anyway. It's all well and good, and I'm getting used to this idea of Different, even if it is bloody mad.

What I want to know is why my entire research plan decided today that it wanted to be delightfully lemon flavored? [He holds up a cheerful looking bowl of lemon sherbet, which he sort of wrinkles his nose.] Honestly. It could have at least had the courtesy of being banana flavored if it's going to inconvenience me.
scotch_egg: (what)

[personal profile] scotch_egg 2020-08-31 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[he didn't like it. Not really. It was too skin crawlingly sincere. Too open. Too honest. It was like the universe decided to take three gos at them before it finally settled on one it liked. Or maybe like Anthony if he wasn't a "demon".]

If you're actually an angel I swear to Christ. [muttered to himself and not necessarily meant to be heard. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.]

Crowley. My cousin Anthony is here too and he looks like us except ginger. You can call him a doppleganger all you like. He might enjoy it.

I haven't gone. I don't plan to go. But if you need help let me know.
scotch_egg: (you rang)

[personal profile] scotch_egg 2020-08-31 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
And you believe that? That a memory like that actually happened? [he'd almost say he'd want to trade except his memories, whatever they were, were his penance]

John.

[he folds his arms]

Anthony doesn't count. He's my cousin. We're from the same stock. It's possible you are too if you don't know who your father is. It seems to run in families, this awakening. Or at least it has. My cousin and I, a mother and son. Somehow everyone seems connected.
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[personal profile] scotch_egg 2020-08-31 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
If they can see that much about us it doesn't really matter what we say, does it? [and he wonders how much poking the bear can take before it finally pokes back. Then they'll known just where the sensitive point is]

That's the thing. It always feels real. You're always convinced it happened. And...maybe it did. [the weight of the water, the body on the beach, the kicking of a small infant in her cot. He can't connect the dots and isn't sure he wants to]

Well, I mean you look like us so might as well be part of the family. I'm sure you'll be adopted anyway if they ever meet you. [Anthony's side anyway] As for the rest of it, I don't know why or -- or what if it is real...

What does that make us then? What does that make this?

Are we butterflies or men?
scotch_egg: (in bed)

[personal profile] scotch_egg 2020-08-31 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[he knows it hits a nerve but he also knows Ellie and if they both stay around it's only a manner of time. Hes just preparing the way.

He doesn't catch the ancient wisdom but he isnt expected to be surprised by the deep thoughts of this man. Anyone who decided to spend their life with their head in the stars was used to thinking long and hard.

Also, in that way, they were the same]


Aye, I know. Missing someone is the hardest. Even if you don't know the name or face. [he sighs and looks away] The feeling doesn't go away. It lingers. Like something you know you'll never quite remember...

...but I feel you'll always end up regretting it when you do.

[as a fading butterfly himself, he cant help but smile a bit at the young man's words]

I think you're less fragile than most. But don't get cocky. Anyone can fail at any time, even if they think they have it all figured out.

scotch_egg: (what)

[personal profile] scotch_egg 2020-09-04 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[he feels relieved somehow. As if some worry he didn't know he even had had been pushed away. Or like the final stone had been set in place. He knows he's overthinking it, being sentimental, expecting too much. Things will probably be a disaster and he should remain on guard especially here and now. But...]

Aye... you're right... [maybe it was because Alec gets the sense that since this lad knows it and says as much, others will know it too. There's something else there too that he doesn't want to look at too closely and, fortunately, he won't live long enough to be forced to address it]

Well, if you need help with anything... just give me a call.

[what he could do didn't amount to much, but as he had already decided he was here, here he would be]
scotch_egg: (in bed)

[personal profile] scotch_egg 2020-09-09 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Aye. [and his was on its way out. But it would be fine. He knew it would. Somehow.] Until then.