1.1.01.01.033: flowers must not be picked.

[needshumility]

[Eddie is sat in the colour garden. The colours of the flowers should be enough to give normal people headaches. He's got a book open. He's picking through the red flowers, though, and vaguely humming Some Enchanted Evening from South Pacific.]

When I look at Univisual Red - that's the artificial stuff - it's not just looking at Red. It's memories of a musical, of [slight pause] your parents. Of a family pet.

[He stops looking at them, because that's driving him nuts.] Sensory overload in a way.

Other colours produced are similar, you hear classical music when you take Green. It makes looking at a piece of art produced in Univisual paint... something to be experienced.

Someone recently told me that this is... unusual for the Previous. It's called, um, synesthesia. It's quite fascinating to read about, actually. I was wondering if anyone here had experienced this.

[Private to Jane]

I forgot to tell you two things. If you're not busy.

[Infirmary filter]

Hi. Just a quick note to say that Victor's said he'd much prefer to work in the engine room. I said he could, so... if they want him, I'm going to have to pull him from your staff. Hope this isn't a problem.

[Engine room wardens.]

My inmate - Victor Frankenstein - expressed an interest in working in the engine room. I know he's not, ah, got a great track record with machines, but I presume you teach him safety and all these things, so it might do him some good. More than anything, he's very interested in doing it and quite trustworthy.

[Private to Victor]

I contacted both the infirmary and engine room about you wanting to change work. I'll let you know what they say.

I also had a favour to ask.

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Re: Private - Later that evening!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Outside, if you can handle the darkness. I won't leave you.

Re: Private - Later that evening!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

...Okay. For long?

Tommy mentioned this thing called a torch.

Re: Private - Later that evening!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Not long.

A torch? What do you mean? Like the sort Indy uses in caves?

Re: Private - Later that evening!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Alright.

Ye... no, no, not like those. Not fire. Like a daylighter, but you can turn them on and off.

Re: Private - Later that evening!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Did he say how to get one?

Re: Private - Later that evening!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I think he was trying to find out himself. He might ask the Admiral for one.

Re: Private - Later that evening!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Good. Until then, just trust me. This isn't a test. I just need to get out and I don't want to go by myself.

Re: Private - Later that evening!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

All right, I'll come.

Meet you there.

Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She paced the door in front of the CES, her hands behind her back. She didn't want to go in and make him face the darkness alone, but she was anxious and needed the movement.]

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He turned up soon after, very nervous, as he didn't want to go out into the dark. But if Jane needed to, he would go with her.]

Evening.

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She just gave him a nod and opened the door. There was enough light from the moon for her to see very well and she took a moment to let her eyes adjust before reaching out to take his hand.]

It's alright.

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He took her hand and was glad for the touch, the moonlight. He could deal with that.]

There's the moon. [That was all he could see.]

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She nodded.] I can see that. [She wasn't meaning to be sarcastic. That's just how it came out. She walked through the relatively open area, though she kept watch, just in case.] Are you alright?

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He raised an eyebrow - it would have been at her, if he could see her,]

Yes, I'm fine. Just fine. Just don't let go.

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to, Eddie. [She kicked up a few leaves, gripping his hand tighter as she did so, just to reassure him.] Are we really doing any good here, Eddie?

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He paused and thought for a minute,] I think so.

Victor... he treats people better because of me. That has to be worth something.

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

It is. And you've done very well with him. [She reached over and put his hand against a tree with her fingers on top of his still.] But it's hard to remember that these are not real. This place isn't real. And our real fight hasn't even really started yet.

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He frowned a little, but kept his hand firmly against the tree,]

It is hard, yes.

But it's worth getting... it's worth making that real fight easier.

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She took his hand in hers again and began to walk.] Is it? We had planned for that fight before we even knew about this place.

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He kept walking with her,] Of course we did. And we'd have still done it, but anything that can help us in it... is surely a good thing.

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She shrugged.] I suppose so. I just find it interesting that we were both offered this. At the same time.

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He frowned,]

It is... a little unusual. Or maybe it isn't. There's other people who know each other, maybe it's more common than we'd think.

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

We came here with the same deal. [She knew that he was right. There were more people. But she didn't want to admit that right now.]

Re: Spam!

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

And then I changed mine without much trouble. [He shrugged,] I see your point, though.

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She continued to walk in silence for a few moments.]

But you shouldn't have been forced into that.