ataraxion | oo1. text + video.

[ A mixed media message graces the network. First, it's text. ]

there is a void that is dark and the dark has form we all stand upon the edge of the void and we pray ask god for forgiveness the audacity of asking god for anything we do not expect what will be delivered unto us for we

[ And then it shifts seamlessly into video and sound, a voice picking up where text left off as if there were no difference. ]

...will be rewarded in the end.

[ A woman's voice. Raw at the edges, but holds a serenity at its centre. The video is blurry. Blue. Water. The reflection barely visible is straight on, as if the video were transmitted through her eyes. A halo of pale blonde hair. A gaunt but pretty face.

A queasy turn of motion. The video rights itself, handheld, a blur of an Olympic sized pool, reflective tiles. ]

I know a lot of you have been here for a long time. I haven't. This confinement is vast. We're trapped in the sheer size of space. Empty corridors, an empty galaxy. Monotony that makes you starve for boredom, because excitement never portends anything good. At least I can see anything I want to see.

So tell me.

[ She angles the communicator back to herself, the blue, dappled reflections of the pool casting strange shadows over her face. If anyone is familiar with the tall blonde woman who lives on level 29, you may have noticed she's been missing. A smile, suddenly, one that shows her eye teeth. ]

How do you stop yourselves from going completely crazy?

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[this hardly even registers as weird for stiles after everything. heck, he might even think he's dreaming. but how can you be this tired in a dream]

who says i'm not already crazy

no one are you?

probably
it definitely feels that way some days

what does it feel like?

like i can't breathe

like i never know what's real and what isn't
like i can't trust myself

like a tuesday

don't worry breathing is an involuntary reflex you can trust that and there are no tuesdays in space

it's not involuntary when you're having a panic attack

but i guess the tuesday thing is reassuring [no more episodes of teen wolf to ruin his life that way]

you're welcome do you fear yourself?

yes

then pray to god for guidance and you will fear no more.

yeah that's total bullshit

you don't know what is real and what isn't

A year, nearly. Long for some, perhaps, but not others. Only a drop of water in the ocean, a grain of sand in the desert. A star amongst the skies.

[it doesn't scare him, the idea of an endless void.]

I enjoy the dark and the emptiness. That is how.

i know enough

to know that no "higher power"
is going to take me by the hand and keep me from drowning

It makes me feel lonely. Far away.

[ Her voice has an echo -- the pool room is cavernous. There is the gentle stirring of water, as bare feet submerge. ]

But somehow closer to God.

not with that attitude

i wasn't aware i had to be a ray of fucking sunshine to be considered worth saving

explains a few things i guess

you don't but you do have to reach

you don't think i tried
i tried

after awhile you just get tired

we are all on the edge of the void praying into silence and there will be reward for those that do not stop because they are tired or because they have doubt that is faith and god has a plan for everyone

It's strange to always be trapped in one place, but I stay sane by talking to people. There are always new people to get to know here.

I've been here almost a year. Not really that long in the grand scheme of things, but it's not the length of time, it's the events that fill it.

maybe I don't want anyone to have a plan for me. Maybe I just want to try surviving high school

Maybe all my faith is spent on my friends and I have no more left to give

We're always trapped. In a ship. On a planet. In a room. In our own skin.

[ She twitches a smile. There is a distance in slate-blue eyes. ]

Do the events make it longer?

maybe but god has faith in you, 030 » 024

how wonderful for god

[you can't tell through text but sarcasm abounds]

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