cape_kore | 003 | Dirk Gently

[Dirk flickers into view with what looks like plaster in his hair. He doesn't look especially happy.]

I have been here for over a month. I'm aware that many of you have been here for longer stretches of time. This does not change the fact that things don't exactly seem to be improving. Since I arrived, I've had a piece of mysterious technology strapped to my wrist, been surveilled, starved, had my mind invaded on who knows how many levels, and predicted something I could not stop like some sort of botched Greek allegory for human inefficiency.

[He growls, and the scenery behind him shifts, as if he's pacing back and forth in his bedroom. He's gesticulating wildly with his free hand, and barely containing the other from doing the same.]

There is nothing to do here except talk about how there is nothing to do here. I have made a map of locations of surveillance cameras which is completely useless, my cheese is entirely gone, and there's an entirely unnatural skylight growing in the ceiling of my bedroom!

[He ruffles a hand through his hair, dislodging a small cloud of plaster, and sighs.]

If anyone can help with the increasingly unsound state of my roof, please do let me know.

[video out]

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[She gets up and pushes her door open, leaning one hip against the door frame as she watched him slowly salvage what he could.]

As long as you're a gentleman, then you won't have to worry about any violence. I think that's a fair thing to ask. Better than sleeping on the floor, don't you think? I honestly don't mind... as long as you don't try anything dishonorable.

[He pauses in his own doorway, looking into his room. The mattress would be a pain to move, but it's entirely possible. Whether or not it would actually fit in the other room is debatable, but a crowded floor might be preferable to...waking up without his genitalia, or whatever else her threat had implied.] Yes, better than sleeping on the floor...until my hand strays of its own accord in the middle of the night and I wake up a eunuch.

[He walks over to his pile of sheets, picks up a pillow, and shucks off the pillowcase. He's still not entirely sure she knows what she's getting into here.] I talk in my sleep. Sometimes loudly and with variable accuracy regarding future events. [He clutches the pillow to his chest.] I've been told it is intolerable.

Edited 2013-09-24 05:51 (UTC)

Oh, don't worry! [No, really, worry.] I won't jump to the knives right off the bat. You might get a half awake slap though.

It's worth a try right? If we can't tolerate each other after one night... or a few hours, then we'll figure something else out.

[She walked over and picked up a blanket to shake it out a bit, attempting to show her good will by helping out a little.] Do you think you always dream about the future? And just don't remember most of your dreams?

[He's...okay, he's nodding.] That seems...reasonable.

[He chuckles at her suggestion about all of his dreams being true] No. Definitely no. Unless I have a twin somewhere that gets up to some very surreal things.

So, there's no point staying up and taking notes? [She pouted playfully as she shook out one of his pillow cases.]

Do you think Big Brother was targeting you? [She glanced over at him with a serious look.] You did predict their little sea monster... I mean, assuming they were the ones that created the earthquake.

[He shrugs to her first question, but soon his amused expression breaks into something more serious.] Then why not make me disappear? Or send one of those mechanical bears after me? Poison the food. Something with less of a possibility for failure. [He shakes his head.] No, it was too imprecise to be a targeted attack. [Detective skillz!]

[She listened intently, the wheels in her head obviously spinning as she processed what he said. It might have been obvious for him, but what he was saying was very important pieces of information for her. She knew people disappeared on a fairly regular basis, but this really drove it home.]

No warnings... you'd just be gone? [Maybe she was reading way too much into everything.]

I don't believe anyone has ever seen a disappearance. There was another young man living here who disappeared not long after I arrived. There one day, gone the next. [If she seems worried, it's not something that he's caught onto yet.]

[She tried to mask how hurt and scared she really was, putting on a fake, small smile. She didn't like not feeling in control, not having a plan, and it was finally starting to really set in how much she, all of them, were at the mercy of their captors.]

What did you do?

... anything? [She felt sick. In the pit of her stomach she knew no one would be bothered for long if she disappeared.]

I...looked. There wasn't much else to do. [He frowns and bends to pick up one edge of his coverlet, dumping plaster into the hallway in the process.] Sometimes the missing return. You may yet meet him.

Edited 2013-09-28 06:56 (UTC)

[She purses her lips, but she can't think of much else he could have done either, or much else she'd be able to do. It terrified her.] If I go missing, would you look for me? [It was a strange question. In fact, Raven was a little surprised she'd even said it out loud.]

[Whether or not he actually would make a concerted effort to find her, he knows the right answer here.] Of course I would. Why, wouldn't you look for me?

003 | Dirk Gently | Day 113

sounds good!

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