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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 946899" data-attributes="member: 10680">on the M6London, EnglandOctober 2002, around 9 PMWatching the street light zoom by, Taylor replays his conversation with Dr. Franks, hoping to jog the memories loose. He has the distinct feeling that he had missed something vital, something that the Doctor had said. Archetypes, subconscious drives, manifestations... There must have been something. And then it hits him, thoughts coming to him almost faster than he could work them...It was in the things that the Doctor hadn't said. 'Treating' stories... He hadn't answered the question, kept talking about experiments and research. Which would mean that the phenomenon can't be 'treated', if they really are interested in purging them from the human mind. If the Doctor know what he's talking about, that must mean that these archetypes are an inherent part of humanity, not something that is learned.Global... If these thoughts and drives are inherent, they must be coming from somewhere, but they're not stemming from culture. They're doing global research; are these archetypes really universal?Even though there are several odd conjuctions and weird leaps in his thought, Taylor knows that he is on the right course. He knows, somehow..."Well, Mister Willoughby" the man next to Taylor says as the car leaves the freeway heading for an industrial area. "What are your thought so far?"OoC: Taylor_______________________3 Bears MotelSeattle, Washingtonearly saturday morning, October 2002The hot water gets some of the fog out of Charles' head. He's still not totally sure what happened; did he remember a dream, was it a vision happening just as he got up, was he still sleeping perhaps?Regardless, the turn of events have left Charles with a strange feeling of anticipation, like great things are waiting to happen. His mind wanders off as he lets the hot water pour over him, it is just like he's waiting for something.But nothing happens...OoC: Charles_______________________Court, Pepsi CenterDenver, Coloradoafter the game, October 2002The arena was empty, and completely silent. Leo saw Gus standing near the center of the court. His mouth was hanging open, one hand lay on his head as if it had stopped dead in its motion. "Damn...!"Gus walked towards Leo. From the look on his face it was obvious that he didn't believe, much less understood what had just happened. "Damn...!"Gus looked around, a bit bewildered. "Yeah sure. I'll drop you off at home, I think I could use a drink after that. Come on..."Gus and Leo walked out of the stadium together. They were greeted by the doorman, who reminded Leo that he was still clutching a ball. After he handed it over, the two were let out of the building and into the cool evening air. The two men walked over to Gus' old jeep. Once they were inside, Gus turned to regard Leo."Damn... What kind of crap just happened in there, Leo?"OoC: Leo_______________________Ty's home, city centreCambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, late evening"No, thank you. I don't drink coffee" the man says as he takes place in the chair that Ty points to.He listens intently as Ty explain his theory, watching Ty as he does so, almost seeming to peer through him."No, I am afraid that that is not entirely correct" he says with a slight smile. "It is just an ordinary book, it does not have any ability to change its content. The letters are still the same... but you are not. The nature of the book is not so much in the content, as it is in the way in which it makes the reader think. Before, you did not know the field that the book details, so you couldn't think about it. Now, you can..."He tilts his head ever so slighty. "Tell me, what do you think of the theories explained within? Do they hold credibility to you?"OoC: Ty</blockquote>

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