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[network] @Mnemosyne; video; the light we cannot see [open] Night 165

I can't sleep.

[The tablet is on the floor, lighting its own patch of paleness on the ceiling above. Beckett is lying next to it, prone on his back - that's what the angle of his arm, raised half-heartedly into the frame, suggests. He pulls more clearly into view for a moment, rising to a sitting position, to squint at the camera. His glasses are off, and his eyes glow a faint red in an ashen face.]

For all I know, I imagined it - the girl, the eyes. I'm certain the red pen was real, though, and the choice that came with it.

[He falls back again. Too tired to sit up. The tablet records to show nothing but light and shadow as he speaks.]

It may have been just me. Doubtful, but possible... but it was not just me who saw things. Perhaps we all did. I'd like to know what. Piece of some whole, or just another attack on what's left of our collective sanity... either way. For the sake of the record, if not any kind of answer.

[His relationship with answers isn't getting any less complicated. His voice drops low, dreamlike as he speaks on.] I saw a girl wearing a cloak. She was drawing the eyes, all around me... around me... until I was surrounded. She climbed on my back and drew her eyes on mine, and I knew there was no leaving. There has never been, not for me. Perhaps we are all...

[Too much. He stops abruptly, and rises again, grabbing for the tablet.]

It's all in my notes.

[The recording ends. In its place he sends his notes file out again.]

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[He sounds a little strained, but he can't ignore the distress underpinning this whole broadcast. His voice is soft and gentle, though not pitying.]

It wasn't just you, and you're not-- there is going to be leaving, for all of us. I saw it too, not that exact thing, but... I saw someone drawing eyes on me. Asking me to draw them on myself.

[He saw Truth.]

[ Another set of glowing eyes - blue, unlike his red - are fixed on Beckett as he makes his recording. Angel doesn't say anything for a minute or two even after he's finished, but she's still awake. Still watching.

When she does speak up, it's very quiet. There's no sense in waking Vaughn or the Cat, assuming they're really asleep at all. ]

You sound like --

[ --you've given up.

She doesn't finish, though, and just lets the half-sentence hang. Does she even have a right to say it, considering how she's been acting lately? ]

[ The notes are useful. He's going to save them to his own tablet. ]

I might have seen something.

It was a vision, but it wasn't your imagination.

[ Let's not ask Kanan how he's so sure of that, maybe. He's distracted by the glow of Beckett's eyes, at the moment; he doesn't sense an evil presence from him, but then he doesn't sense much of anything. A sith could be hiding in plain sight anywhere here and he wouldn't know it.

Unseen by the camera, his hand closes around the useless shaft of his broken-down saber and then lets go. ]

I saw a light.

Edited 2016-10-07 09:02 (UTC)

[What a coincidence! Hange can't sleep either.]

I didn't experience anything unusual- er, aside from the eyes and the screaming. What I mean is that my experience seems to have been the same as most everyone else's. With the pen, and the voices. [A small pause here. Getting thoughts together. The whole "prophet" incident was very unexpected and very unwelcome, and they still haven't quite processed it completely.]

It was... definitely something!

But hey, I just had a chance to look over your notes- we've been a little busy up here- and I noticed a couple of interesting parts. Well, I mean, all of it's interesting. But two parts specifically.

1. If we're being pulled here to fill some population quota, does that mean there aren't enough people in this world to fill it?

And 2. If it's supposedly impossible to bring someone back from "true death", does that mean we aren't actually dying? Has anyone managed to check and see if the bodies in the morgues are actually dead and not just in some kind of... stasis? But of course that brings up the problem of murder victims, so what does the town define as a "true death"?

[This rambling is brought to you by: mania. Or maybe that's just how Hange is. Yeah, nevermind, that's just Hange.]

There was something that was attempting to commune with us, of this I've no doubt, though I am yet uncertain of its intentions.

[He's going to force you to get up and read or turn on text-to-voice, Beckett.]

we should take a survey of who marked out the eyes
who drew them
keep an eye on them for any differences in effects or anomaly encounter rates moving forward

I still see them. They're on my hands 'n face 'n everywhere. Everywhere I drew.

[The eyes may only appear in flashes when one is tired or not paying attention, but someone has been very tired or out of it. The kind of tired sleep didn't fix. They're still sick too, which doesn't help, but most of it is grief.

Especially by now, when there's been days and no sign of her return.]

It's too bad more people haven't replied. We're working with such limited information.

[Can't come up with proper conclusions with insufficient data, dammit.]

Are we able to confirm if every experience was different, or if there were some similarities? For me, I found the pen and was compelled to mark out all of the eyes that I saw. Along with the screaming that seemed to be coming from Hsiaoke Pass.

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