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[deloreandriver]

Characters: Waver, Marty, anyone else that stayed topside
Setting: Hidden Floor
Format: Any
Summary: Let's figure out that exhaustion thing!
Warnings: TBA

[The Hidden floor is probably the safest place in the Tower right now, but "safe" is relative when everybody is starting to feel the effects of the new threat.

The infiltration team has a dangerous job, but how well can those who stayed behind prepare for the aftermath when they have their own crisis to deal with?]

[This is a mingly log! Feel free to post your own subthread!]

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[fionnuisce]

Now give me that cup of tea before I hit you again.

1/2

[deloreandriver]

[For a moment, Marty is completely confused and taken aback.]

What?

[deloreandriver]

[That is totally not what Marty was saying!]

I-- what? I just meant it was right there!

[I. E.: Get your own goddamn cup, Waver.]

[fionnuisce]

What, was humor not invented until the nineties?

[Shrugging, Waver decided yes, tea sounded excellent right about now.]

[deloreandriver]

Wait, you're from London?

[He's pouring the damn tea, all right?]

[fionnuisce]

The accent wasn't a hint? What of it?

[deloreandriver]

Sorry.

[Marty hands him a cup of the tea, face deadpan.]

Thought it was a speech impediment.

[fionnuisce]

...

[Calmly, Waver took a drink and set the cup aside.]

I could say the same of yourself and that abhorrent noise you call an accent.

[deloreandriver]

[Oh, is that how you want to play, Waver? Marty stays impassive and gets his own cup.]

So Shakespeare spoke with an abhorrent noise?

[Sip.]

[fionnuisce]

. . .

[He sees exactly where you're going with this.]

You're too smart for your own good.

...I rather like that, actually.

[deloreandriver]

I had a lot of time on my hands and plenty of motivation. The kind you can't really get in school.

[He pauses, cup in hand halfway up to take another sip.]

Did you know you don't have to eat or sleep when you get pulled back into your universe?

[fionnuisce]

What?

[Beat.]

...No, on second thought that makes more sense. God fucking forbid it should be so easy that we can just die normally.

[deloreandriver]

Yeah, it was weird at first. After about a month I realized I'd been up over two days without any sleep because I got caught up in this one experiment, and then it just became a thing where I tried to stay up as long as I could.

[He downs the cup in one gulp.]

I kinda missed it.

[fionnuisce]

I wonder how that works.

[Thinking over the idea, Waver calmly took another drink.]

It must be something to do with Ruana sustaining everyone trapped on their own worlds, I'd assume. She's likely got no use for dead batteries, if you'll pardon the blunt phrasing.

[deloreandriver]

[Waver draws a blank look from Marty.]

Something I missed? Or is that another case of "I don't really want to know?" Is that why there's no life in my universe?

[fionnuisce]

Short version as far as I'm aware: Ruana's some unholy destroyer of worlds and I think everyone stuck back home is essentially her power source or something to that fucking morbid tune.

So no, you probably didn't want to know.

[deloreandriver]

Thanks for that...

[But, that makes horrifying sense.]

But I guess that kind of fits. There is no life in my universe. No microbes, no bacteria, even the bodies don't really decay. It's like everything got sucked out all at once.

[Marty's strangely calm talking about it, but... after being surrounded by that for so long, it gets numbed.]

I looked. I even drove all the way to Brazil about six months ago getting samples.

[fionnuisce]

[Deadpan:] Well, that's deeply fucking disturbing on every imaginable level. Guess I should count myself lucky I've been here as long as I have without any such interruption.

[deloreandriver]

Yeah, it is... That's why we got to get the Tower fixed.

[fionnuisce]

Or die trying, I suppose.

[deloreandriver]

Yeah... but Waver... you realize if we don't get this fixed and Ruana stopped, it's going to be the entire multiverse at stake, right?

[fionnuisce]

I'm very aware. This isn't the first threat of genocide on a potentially worldwide scale I've conspired against. Multiverse, though, that's a bit trickier.

...Sarcasm is just how I deal with the crippling pressure of near incomprehensible potential consequences.

[deloreandriver]

Sorry... I... I'm kinda used to just saying what I think.

[He waves at his head with a couple fingers.]

No filter.

[fionnuisce]

Hardly a problem. I'm almost certain my own filter's gone flying out the goddamned window by now.

[deloreandriver]

C'mon, let's get started.