video | oo1 | τ = 1.

[topology]

[ The feed clicks on and, for a while, all you get is the shift of a hand writing something on a page. The paper in question isn't in view, but the curl of his hand is — a short scrawl, tight but not illegible, from the way his wrist shifts. Arthur thinks about not picking up the device at all and deleting what's been recorded so far but he doesn't, instead choosing to set the pen down angling it so he can speak directly and clearly to the screen. He looks rough but it's not in his overt presentation, not with his tie neat and the collar secure and his cufflinks done up. It's in his eyes, the pinch of his brow — Arthur looks tired. But that's really not any of your business. There's a reason for all this face-time too. Demon-free, and all that. ]

I need to know how this— [ His brows draw together; it isn't exactly his field of expertise beyond using it as some on-the-nose symbolism. ] demon possession happened.

[ He taps the pen idly on the surface of his desk, tap-tap-tap. After a beat, he adds: ]

And how to stop it from happening again.

[ Another long, long beat. He sets the device down and it's almost like he's forgotten that the feed is on. He hasn't and, eventually, Arthur huffs out a laugh. ]

I also need a new pen.




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text. <3!!

[shadeling]

[ There is a sigh, however unheard as her reply comes in a text, in return to his. Though it was a bit of a disappointment not to see his reactions. His face. She suspected him to think the same as Ariadne: that she was dead. She's recalled something about being told of the possible 'time lapses' between people offer same worlds... But hasn't taken much time to think about what that meant.

Maybe because she didn't want to.]

The oxygen gardens.

[ she found them interesting, truth be told. She's explored some of the ship, drifting through the sections, though strangely enough (or was it strange?) not really noticing much. The architecture was interesting, the constructions, the structure. Taking in the details had become something of a second sense, a numb reflex of a sorts, but she wasn't exactly taking any of it in. This was just another world created by someone's mind.

Maybe. The uncertainty is something of a permanent presence.

But the gardens...for some reason, she enjoyed them. So a second later, a second text. ]

Join me?