ticktockhartbeat: Hello.
Mehetabel: greetings.
Mehetabel: you dream strangely, you do.
ticktockhartbeat: It is a temporary madness.
Mehetabel: these things usually are.
ticktockhartbeat: One which happened again last night.
ticktockhartbeat: Unfortunately for both Davin and I.
ticktockhartbeat: *Devin
Mehetabel: fascinating. if you have posted on it, i shall have to go read up.
ticktockhartbeat: I haven't, but I think Dev has. His dreams are a mystery to me.
ticktockhartbeat: Probably because I know so little about his past.
Mehetabel: but now, you too dream about this Brighteyes?
ticktockhartbeat: Yes.
Mehetabel: i am reading what Devin has said of him -- which is little enough -- but what have you seen?
ticktockhartbeat: He's short. Not anything past average, but short. Very pale. Sky blue eyes made even wider and brighter by glasses. Jet black hair.
ticktockhartbeat: He has a beautiful smile. But when the creature uses it, it's evil.
Mehetabel: as so many beautiful things are, i've noticed...
ticktockhartbeat: Around here, yes.
Mehetabel: but to break the thread, i notice on the second of the month, you expressed doubts that you are "supposed to exist". a fascinating line of speculation, since most of the existentialists i know are absorbed in doubting the reality of their existences, rather than the necessity.
ticktockhartbeat: I can't sleep tonight. I won't.
Mehetabel: sleep is rarely strictly necessary.
ticktockhartbeat: I like to think of myself as a philosopher, but I'm not. Ha.
Mehetabel: hn, i should have phrased that as a question. what makes you doubt the intention of the universe, in this case?
ticktockhartbeat: Eh. I have hallucinations.
ticktockhartbeat: Only sometimes.
ticktockhartbeat: I write best when they're going on. Or when I'm on speed (I kid, I kid).
Mehetabel: you write when the world unfolds itself behind your eyes, and the stories are all you see?
ticktockhartbeat: Exactly.
ticktockhartbeat: More poetic then I could ever hope to put it. Kudos to you. :)
Mehetabel: danke. ;)
Mehetabel: but hallucination is a feature, not a bug. that's what writers do...
ticktockhartbeat: I'm a little touched in the head. But aren't we all.
Mehetabel: quite.
Mehetabel: so, this Brighteyes... he is spreading like a memetic plague? from Devin to you to ... some other unsuspecting dreamer?
ticktockhartbeat: Well, his real name is Drew. But Devin is insistent that the dream-creature isn't Drew at all. He only calls it "the thing" or "the creature"/
ticktockhartbeat: And yes, I would say that it is contagious.
Mehetabel: yes... i wonder if it isn't best to regard Drew and Brighteyes as separate... phenotypes on the genotype, only visually identical.
ticktockhartbeat: Ah, yes. I think that's Dev's train of thought as well.
ticktockhartbeat: Brighteyes was his nickname for Drew, apparently. Because of the bright blue eyes.
Mehetabel: sensible, that.
ticktockhartbeat: They were close.
Mehetabel: so it appears, from his posts.
Mehetabel: i am most curious about the shotgun in his latest dream... "the shotgun that was his headstone" i believe the line goes.
ticktockhartbeat: Ah, he buried Drew in a park. The grave marker is Drew's shotgun. That much is common knowledge to all of us.
ticktockhartbeat: Because of what happened there a few months back...
Mehetabel: and of what, praytell, did drew die?
ticktockhartbeat: I don't know exactly, only that he was shot and that Devin has since taken care of his assailant.
Mehetabel: i see. good man, this Devin.
ticktockhartbeat: These are probably questions you want to ask Dev, though.
ticktockhartbeat: He is a good man.
Mehetabel: too true.
ticktockhartbeat: He and Drew were bounty hunters, actually. They had a lot of enemies, so I don't know exactly which one got to Drew in the end.
Mehetabel: but you mentioned something that happened at the park -- a reason you all knew about the grave?
ticktockhartbeat: Devin apparently was...found there by some others, in bad condition. Rumor has it he tried to summon Drew back from the dead with dark magic.
ticktockhartbeat: He won't talk about it.
Mehetabel: oh, my. and this is, indubitably, where brighteyes came from... some half-finished copy, damaged by the grave, if he's lucky...
ticktockhartbeat: I don't know. You'll have to ask Devin about this theory.
Mehetabel: indeed. and i shall.
ticktockhartbeat: Alright then.
ticktockhartbeat: I believe I'll go check on him before I attempt sleep, if you have no objection to my departure.
Mehetabel: good evening, good sir. may your lack of sleep find you well.
ticktockhartbeat: Thank you. And you as well. (: