Mage - The Spiral [IC]

[kuroshidaku]

Ty's home, city centre
Cambridge, England
October 2002, late evening

Ty is dissapointed at his mistake, but doesn't dwell on it.

"Well the theory certainly is strange. I'd have to work with it for a while before I can be sure, but I guess it could work if you put the time into it."

He lays the book on the table, finger running down its spine.

"Is there anything in particular that I should look for in this, or is it all up to me?"

 

[Fanog]

Outside the Pepsi Center
Denver, Colorado
after the game, October 2002

Gus turns to Leo with a weird look in his eye. "Come on, Leo, hear yourself talk... So this guy was actually the same that you met in the catacombs, but he talked in a language that oyu didn't understand. Or did... Couldn't it just have been your tiredness, and excitiment from the game."

"Damn, did you actually jump that high? I mean - I was there, but I'm starting to have doubts. For some reason, I don't really trust this guy. But if he shows up tomorrow, at least you can be sure that there's something going on. Do you think it's wise to do as he says? I don't know - I think you're messing with some strange here, Leo."

Gus strikes a hand through his head one more time before starting the car and driving to Leo's home.

OoC: Leo
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industrial area off of the M6
London, England
October 2002, around 9 PM

Dr. Franks leans in ever so slightly to Taylor, looking him straight in the eye and speaking in his slow and thick voice. "Well, Mister Willougby. Most of these people actually believe that these myths are real. It gives them the illusion that they are somehow different from others, important individuals, a cut above the rest. This is what makes them so dangerous, you see...These people will believe they have seen the light, know the truth, their search for more leads them to actions that endanger themselves and others." Even though his voice has changed little from before, the words sound menacing, especially when considering how close they strike to Taylor's thoughts from moments before.

Taylor's thoughts are still spinning, working their way ever closer to some kind of 'solution', but only in bits and pieces. Real. Coming from childhood stories. "...completes the circle". There's something there, he knows it, feels it coming closer.

"But, Mister Willoughby. You haven't answered my question. What do you think so far of what it is we do?" The man watches Taylor like a hawk, waiting for his reply...

OoC: Taylor
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Ty's home, city centre
Cambridge, England
October 2002, late evening

The man raises an eyebrow, it seems as if he isn't entirely pleased with the answer, of was hoping for something else. The man's voice is rather soft and non-confrontational as he speaks.

"Well, I can only assume that you took today to read through the book. From what I know, the theory is pretty detailed, but simple in its concept. As a researcher, you should have some knowledge of the matter, and an opinion on the concept of the theory. Do you not...?"

As an after-thought, he adds "Well, what you read is mostly defined by your expectations and assumptions. You should look for what appeals to you, and what you think is interesting..."

OoC: Ty

 

[loxmyth]

The Vault
Boston, Massachussets
October 2002, around 10 AM

"Women," Jason replies reflexively, fixing the bartender with an exasperated smile. "I think I need one." He paused a few measured beats to gulp down some of the hot black liquid, turned back to the man.

"I'm not sleeping well," he confides, shaking his head in disappointment. "I get maybe two-three full hours of shut eye a night these days. I'm haunted by nightmares of monsters made of living fire that want to consume me, and they answer my parent's bidding. So I guess it's the usual... in a certain point of view."

He paws at his breast pocket for a moment before realizing it's empty. "Got a cigarette? Man, I could really use a cigarette right now."

 

[Fanog]

The Vault
Boston, Massachussets
October 2002, around 10 AM

"Yeah, sure", the man says as he grbas a box from his pocket and offers it to Jason.

"A woman, huh? I'd almost say that you'd need to cut down on drinking, if I didn't think that would hurt my business." He smiles a broad smile, putting back the box of smokes.

"Serious, though. If you're that afraid, you've got to stand up, prove that youyu can handle yourself. Drowning your fears won't help. I've seen many try, and they all fail... Take it from me, I've seen it happen."

The man's eyes glaze over a bit. "Well hear me, talking like the shrink. Part of the territory., I guess."

OoC: Jason

 

[Keia]

Outside the Pepsi Center
Denver, Colorado
after the game, October 2002

"Trust me, Gus, I'm skeptical. Maybe it's nothing but some hallucinations, but what if it's not. . . . I've got to explore that possibility. Perhaps with some sleep this will all go away and we'll laugh over beers about it some day. . . . though my hand is still dirty from the top of the backboard," Leo said.

"I don't trust that man. Anyone that would do something like that to someone without consent cannot be trusted. But if he can teach me to unlock what I already have within me . . . well, I've got to see it through . . . or at least start it," Leo said.

 

[loxmyth]

The Vault
Boston, Massachussets
October 2002, around 10 AM

Slowly, Jason taps out a cigarette from the pack, then slides it along the bar back at the bartender, nodding in thanks.

"Yeah, I was mostly kidding about the woman thing, Teddy. Picked up way too many disgusting habits to subject to anyone I supposedly dug, you know?" From his back pocket he removes a lighter.

"Afraid?" Jason surveys the bartender with a critical eye as he lights the stick, inhales the smoke. "I'm terrified. And it's ruining me, buddy, it's ruining me. I can't think, I can't concentrate, I wake up in cold sweats. I can't do my job properly..." his eyes widen in recollection, "oh , the Pomodoro!" He bangs the heel of his hand against his forehead. "Wonder if I still have a job." He seems to consider for a moment, then shrugs and takes another draw. "Customers tip crappy anyway."

"Well hear me, talking like the shrink. Part of the territory., I guess."

"Don't worry about the shrink thing. It's cute," he says with a slight grin.

 

[kuroshidaku]

Ty's home, city centre
Cambridge, England
October 2002, late evening

"Ok, well I suppose that I didn't want to jump to conclusions. The theory is detailed, yes, but as a scientist I cannot believe it works after just reading about it, however much I want to."

"What it seems to be saying is quantum mechanics can work on a large scale, so that we can recognise it. If this is true it will revolutionise my field, even if it is kept quiet. I suppose what I really need is an opportunity to work on it, test the boundaries if you will."

Ty opens the book to a random page.

"If someone was to look into these theories, all you would need is time, either to prove or disprove it. The university has most of the equipment needed. I would have to seek permission to go off on this tangent to my work though, but if you think it's important I'll give it a shot. The worst that can happen is a no."

 

[Fanog]

in front of Leo's home
Denver, Colorado
after the game, October 2002

Gus is mostly thinking on the drive home, he isn't sure if there's a lot more to be said.

"Okay, here we are. I'll head on home and get myself a stiff drink, you take it easy and get some sleep, 'kay? - Leo, it just doesn't really sit well with me. Do you want me to be there tomorrow, keep an eye out for you?"

OoC: Leo
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The Vault
Boston, Massachussets
October 2002, around 10 AM

"Cute, huh? Well, at least I'm not the one messed up here." There's a grin on his face, but Jason can't really tell if that's all there is to the comment.

The man pours Jason another cup of coffee, and then heads for one of the doors behind the bar. "I've got to take care of some things for a few minutes, you'll manage around here, right?"

The man walks off, leaving Jason in the dark and empty room.

OoC: Jason
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Ty's home, city centre
Cambridge, England
October 2002, late evening

Ty opens the book and starts to read. The man just sits and waits while Ty does so. The page that the book opened to details one of the consequences of the basic premise. It deals with tunneling of large object and theorizes that, as electron are able to pass through high potential barriers, so could a large object be able to tunnel through other objects without interacting with them. Images appear in Ty's mind of a cannonball flying through a conrete wall without damaging it. It would be the closest analogy to what's in the book...

Looking up from the book, Ty sees the old man watching him. "I do not think that much equipment would be needed for an experiment. If the book deals with large object, would you really need all of it? Could you not test it right here?"

"The man takes a moment, it looks like he's thinking. "From what I know, the basic idea is preposterous, but it is from the detail that it takes credibility. Do you agree?"

OoC: Ty

 

[loxmyth]

The Vault
Boston, Massachussets
October 2002, around 10 AM

Jason ignores the bartender's parting jab, not really registering what he said. Instead, he gazed into the black depths of his coffee, studying the haggard, rippling visage that stared right back.

He leaned back, pulled the cigarette from his mouth and tapped it against the ashtray, exhaling a steady stream of curling white smoke as he sat there. His mind felt sluggish, slow and his eyelids heavy. Did he have classes to attend today? Right now? Later in the afternoon? He couldn't recall - and worse, he didn't care right now. He'd probably end up at the studio at some point today, but other than that, he was in no mood for higher learning.

Then he heard soft footfalls behind him, and turned to see who had entered.

 

[Keia]

In front of Leo's home
Denver, Colorado
after the game, October 2002

"Yeah, I'd like to have you there, if you're able. Thanks for being there tonight, I wouldn't have even tried anything if you hadn't been there," Leo said as he got out of the car. He closed the door and said, "I'll catch ya tomorrow."

Leo wandered into his house, too tired to rush anything. After entering and locking up, Leo headed directly for his bed. Sleep would be a welcome change.