[Experiment Start--please see the link at the bottom of the entry]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the plane in a huddle, muttering to herself. She looks ill. Everything about her seems dull, like someone took an eraser to a sketch of a gray cat and couldn't scrub the image away.]

I don't like this. I don't like this, ladies and gents.

[She sneezes, and there's a flash of light around her. She curls into a ball and starts shivering.]




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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Shudder. In two voices, for a moment, before Cy's vanishes completely.] It hurts--

Dad? Aren't you glad I found you?

If it was her you would be.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[only stares, for a moment, before slowly shaking his head]

You're not Adric.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Then who am I?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

You're Cyfor.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You don't want me back like this, do you.

[Little mew and she shakes her head around. In Adric's voice, shifting slowly to her own:] Can't stop it, can't stop it, comes and goes and stays.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[whispers] No. Not like this.

[gently cups Cy's chin in one hand] Cy. You're strong. You can come back, and you can stay.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Peers up at him, wide-eyed. In her own voice:] No world-saving kitties here.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[gentle smile firmly in place]

No? I seem to hear one.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

They broke in, and now they won't stay out.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[softly, placing two fingers on her temples] Perhaps I can help?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Meep.]

Archelaus went in there once. He didn't like it very much.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[faint smile]

I won't, then. I'll just help you close it.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Rubs her cheek against his fingers.] How now, brown cow?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[...chuckles, softly]

You have some barriers, don't you?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I got levees and dikes and dams.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Right, then. We can strengthen them.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You're Time's Architect?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[smiles] Yes.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Sits primly.] Well, Joe Foreman, what're you waitin' for?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[have a fond scratch behind your ear and a gentle poke inside your head]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[PHWAW BRAINPOKE. There's scrambled eggs between her ears. If scrambled eggs were cyclone of voices.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[slight flinch because IT IS CRAZY AND LOUD IN HERE, but he perseveres – tries to coax some of the broken shell together]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[THE VOICES DO NOT LIKE THIS ATTEMPT AT STABILITY, DOCTOR. Have a whirlwind of the people that Plane-goers most fear howling nonsense at you.]