[case in point, white gets the gentle, annoying pinch of a memory: he's floating above a chaise in a huge marble and stone building. there's no natural light, but there are candles, and braziers, and--ghostly apparitions? coming and going, standing in groups, spirits.
in front of him is a handsome young man with flaming feet, and another grey-skinned man in a hood with white hair and a large scythe.
in a familiar voice, white is saying, "Oh, I love making my lists... I always illustrate the edges, each one is unique! That way anyone who gets to review the work, it's a whole experience, you know? But... I guess it does take up a lot of time."
the man with the scythe says coolly, "You'll have to work around the constraints of your responsibilities. You do take breaks, don't you? Before and after each break, maybe that's a time to make sure your own list of priorities is up-to-date."
and white responds, "Wait, my own list of priorities...? But, you're saying I can just go and make a list... for me? Huh. Whoa. Whoa..."
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looks up at them, deadpan.]
Are ya sure about that? Maybe you're still dreaming right now.
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I--um! No, no! No dreams for me! Even if it was a dream, that'd just mean I was totally illicit dream about us meeting in secret!
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You don't have to worry. I wouldn't tell anyone I had a dream about you!
[they float to the gate around the flower platform, arms full of flowers. most of them seem to be poppies.]
You came all this way just to see me, right?
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[SLOTH...]
Yup. How ya doin'?
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I'm doing great! [PLEASE do a little worse considering everything that has happened.] Are you having a tough time?
With everything that's happened.
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Could be worse.
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[they extend an arm to offer white a poppy. flower for you, tuff guy.]
You guys are doing the best you can! I believe in you! You can do it! Whatever it is you're doing!
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[SLOTH... but he takes it. and kind of stares a little. why a flower.]
... Thanks...? I don't think any of us know what it is we're doing.
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Don't worry! You're not the only one!
[case in point, white gets the gentle, annoying pinch of a memory: he's floating above a chaise in a huge marble and stone building. there's no natural light, but there are candles, and braziers, and--ghostly apparitions? coming and going, standing in groups, spirits.
in front of him is a handsome young man with flaming feet, and another grey-skinned man in a hood with white hair and a large scythe.
in a familiar voice, white is saying, "Oh, I love making my lists... I always illustrate the edges, each one is unique! That way anyone who gets to review the work, it's a whole experience, you know? But... I guess it does take up a lot of time."
the man with the scythe says coolly, "You'll have to work around the constraints of your responsibilities. You do take breaks, don't you? Before and after each break, maybe that's a time to make sure your own list of priorities is up-to-date."
and white responds, "Wait, my own list of priorities...? But, you're saying I can just go and make a list... for me? Huh. Whoa. Whoa..."
once a stupid god, always a stupid god!]
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also sloth, please. white pauses, trying to reorient himself.]
Was... that yours?
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sloth doesn't seem distraught over this really. they sort of thoughtfully hover, and then shake their head.]
Wow. Yeah! That was me! I mean, I was me! And my brother! Oh, and the prince was there, too!
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Was the scythe dude your brother, then? And the other guy was... the prince? Who?
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[white: i punched satan once
sloth: haha, i work for "satan"!]
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