aleph, alpha, primus; one.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She’s wearing boots, toes against the ground, eyes shut. Sometimes it’s easier to see that way. People talking, and talking, and not saying anything because it’s too far away to hear. She just walks for a few minutes, arms outstretched, but not bumping into anything. Maybe she’s acclimating, maybe it’s just a game. She’s murmuring numbers to herself, calculating the steps or just spitting out equations, who knows? It’s hard to tell from the outside.

And then her eyes snap open and she glances at the stars, with just a touch of annoyance.] That’s wrong. The stars aren’t in sequence, we’ll have to redecorate. Calculate the masses and rearrange them into the proper orbits. [Her tone gets downright accusing.] You can’t break the sky.

[She spins a little, getting the full view of the Plane. And River Disapproves. She lets her hand graze a chair.] You have to consider the structure as a whole. Pieces and shards can’t be shaken back into the whole; constructing arguments won’t put them together again.

[And, finally, she stares down at the ground and her boots, a little blankly.] I followed where they took me. Here isn’t anywhere, it shouldn’t work like that. Doesn’t work like that. You’re not following the natural order.

Comments

[polarization]

Uh...

[ Sefton is going to stand over here for a minute, trying to figure out what this girl's going on about. He kind of gets it, but that still leaves him unsure of how to reply. ]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Just... looks at him. Expectantly. He could put a sentence together! And then they would be on common footing.]

[polarization]

[ The look has him fighting back some sullen looks. ]

What?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Syntax is traditional.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[drums are what you need]

So you noticed the constellations. I've been thinking of tearing them down, but it's like there's a glass ceiling! Literally, not metaphorically.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Her head snaps to in his direction, and her mouth opens a little like she's about to say... something, anything. It doesn't work, not at first, it's too loud in her head. His head. She stumbles backwards a step, one hand going up to her ear clumsily, because she doesn't want to hear... anything.

When she finally does talk, it comes out in a whisper.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, he just watches her. He takes one step in, curious.]

Yes. You can hear it?

[He isn't closing the barriers down just yet.]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She steps backwards in time with him, gaze not quite settling on him - to the right, to the left, never quite on his face but not looking away either.

She shakes her head, but it's too obviously a denial of fact.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Telling this Plane to follow anything is fruitless, I'm afraid.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Won't listen. Never listened.

[lamb_of_gold]

Quite right.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[And her truly stellar conversational skills come to the forefront.]

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Screw the natural order.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She stops, and just... looks at him.] There's inherent difficulties.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

So ignore them. It's not like they matter here.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It matters.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

...River

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She looks up a little slowly, a little surprised, but she settles into a smile, almost without awareness.]

You came.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

Well yes, I've been here, but--

[takes her hands] It's good to see you, too. Are you okay?

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Haseo has no idea what to think of you. At. All.

...But she can reply to that last little bit.] Yeah, the Plane tends to just do its own thing, mostly.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't. Terraformation breaks down on incompatible atmospheres.

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

...What?

[She has noooo idea what you're talking about.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[amused] The Plane is sort of like a multidimensional nexus point; might be why the stars are all out of order. Just a theory, though.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Her expression is still a little blank when it lands on him.] They're lost.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Maybe they're just wandering.