[log] it's in the air and it's all around [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location building 241 and building 242, then ???
Date: morning of 162 through ???
Summary: rescue, hallucinations, eventual mourning of dead people; it's gonna be a party for sure
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - rescuing the blind gangster asshole, dealing with the event-induced static, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

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[empireofrats]

Nothing? [She reaches over and picks up the stone with three fingers, just half an inch or so, then lets it drop back lifelessly into Alfie's hand. She watches his face, his arm.]

It fell in your hand. I dropped it again. You don't do anything. [She picks it up once more, but doesn't give it back this time.] I can feel it. [Insisting.]

[devoutish]

Here.

[He takes off his one remaining bracelet, handing it to her.]

Now drop this in my hand.

[empireofrats]

[Carefully, Emily takes the offered bracelet. She feels it, thinking it feels quite like the stone in her hand. She compares the two, one in each hand.

Then she drops the bracelet back into Alfie's palm.]

[devoutish]

[His hand sinks slightly with its weight, and his fingers instinctively curl around it to catch it.]

There. You see how my hand moved? Now, if your stone was real to me, that would have happened when you gave it to me too. And I can't see, so I couldn't've made sure to keep my hand still; I couldn't've pretended.

[empireofrats]

[Emily frowns at Alfie. Both because this is frustrating to explain and because it seems to her as if Alfie is calling her crazy without calling her crazy.] I can feel it. [Insistent.

Her eyes drop to the bracelet, then to the stone she turns over in her fingers.] It was in my belly, and then I threw it up. I felt it.

[devoutish]

I've seen things that aren't real here. Felt them, too.

[empireofrats]

[Again, she frowns at Alfie.] Then how do we tell what's real and what's not real?

[devoutish]

[They don't. But he can't tell her that - not that bluntly, at least.]

Yeah, it's hard. We've got to reason it out, like you and I are doing here.