Newt Geiszler | Pacific Rim (
groupiedrifter) wrote in
ximilialog2021-11-06 04:09 pm
[OPEN] MISSION 3.1 | Dream a Little Dream of Me
CHARACTERS: Newton Geiszler and YOU!
LOCATION: Newt's Dreamscape / Memories
DATE: During Mission 3: The Sleeper
CONTENT: Newton's fallen into a deep sleep; in this log are multiple memory prompts people may venture into, to be updated as they're completed!
WARNINGS: Basic warnings include: possible violence/blood, monster imagery, domestic and emotional abuse (including a toxic relationship memory), and removal of bodily autonomy.
[OOC NOTES: If you would like to have multuple memories (i.e. one memory segways into another), feel free to let me know via PM, through the subject line, or at my plurk,
simpledog! If none of these speak to you in particular, feel free to post a top level with 'WILDCARD' as the subject line, and I'll whip up a randomized memory not on this list. ;)
ALSO — feel free to have your character interject anywhere in the “‘memory”, they absolutely don’t have to wait until the dream prompt is over and can change the flow of the dream at any point they’d like; I just write a lot for each prompt to give lots of meat for ya.]
LOCATION: Newt's Dreamscape / Memories
DATE: During Mission 3: The Sleeper
CONTENT: Newton's fallen into a deep sleep; in this log are multiple memory prompts people may venture into, to be updated as they're completed!
WARNINGS: Basic warnings include: possible violence/blood, monster imagery, domestic and emotional abuse (including a toxic relationship memory), and removal of bodily autonomy.
MEMORY 1: YOU'RE ONLY YOUNG ONCE. 1997.
MEMORY 2: BUT YOU CAN BE IMMATURE FOREVER. 2008.
MEMORY 3: CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTES. 2015.
MEMORY 4: THE BUFFET LINE. 2025.
MEMORY 5: XIMILIA, N̷̥̑Ì̵̱Ĝ̴̩H̵̩͐T̷͈̀T̶͙̂I̸̛̹M̴̤̉E̷̠̾. XXXX.
PERSONAL GOAL: THREE LETTERS YOU'LL NEVER SEND.
MEMORY 2: BUT YOU CAN BE IMMATURE FOREVER. 2008.
MEMORY 3: CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTES. 2015.
MEMORY 4: THE BUFFET LINE. 2025.
MEMORY 5: XIMILIA, N̷̥̑Ì̵̱Ĝ̴̩H̵̩͐T̷͈̀T̶͙̂I̸̛̹M̴̤̉E̷̠̾. XXXX.
PERSONAL GOAL: THREE LETTERS YOU'LL NEVER SEND.
[OOC NOTES: If you would like to have multuple memories (i.e. one memory segways into another), feel free to let me know via PM, through the subject line, or at my plurk,
ALSO — feel free to have your character interject anywhere in the “‘memory”, they absolutely don’t have to wait until the dream prompt is over and can change the flow of the dream at any point they’d like; I just write a lot for each prompt to give lots of meat for ya.]

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[He crawls over his guitar to scoot closer, as if he can tell whether Yzak's being genuine or not by a few feet.]
You live in space? You mean this?!
I don't believe you; people don't have colonies in outer space!
[... But, ah. Something about Yzak... does remind him of space. He looks a little confused where he's sitting for a moment, blinking owlishly.]
Is your colony called Ximilia?
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My home is on PLANT, but, [ But ... it makes sense, he guesses, if their time together on the station is bleeding into these dreams. ] yes, right now I'm currently taking care of business on the Ximilia.
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I know it. I was doing — business, too.
[He sits there for a long moment, looking a little torn. He pulls his legs up close to him, tucking his chin away behind them like those knobby knees are a fortress to hide behind.]
Wait — but.
[He hesitates, big hazel eyes darting away nervously behind his thick spectacles.]
... I don't want to go back to the Ximilia.
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[ Yzak can maybe understand if it's because in this memory he's here, in a place he loved to go as a kid with family members that he clearly also loved. But... ]
Why not?
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Because, it's... scary. I'm going to get hurt a lot... and — see people I like get hurt. And there's... th-there's going to be something wrong with me. Something bad. And I'm going to have nightmares, and dad won't be there to tell me I'm going to be o—okay.
[Big, fat tears well up in his eyes, dripping down a splotchy, freckled face.]
I just want to always be okay. What if I won't be...?
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As nice as that'd be, nobody is always okay.
It fucking sucks when somebody you care about gets hurt, that's something you can't help. I don't like seeing it, or experiencing it, either. But that's why being part of a team is so important, so nobody is always taking it all on or dealing with it by themselves. And being that way together, it's not fun, but it's kind of okay. Because at least then it's not just you alone.
... or something like that. Ugh, I'm not really good at this, but you get what I mean, right?
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You said fuck.
[That's a bad word, he knows because he sings English songs for fun and gets lectured for repeating the lyrics plenty. But he does listen very carefully; you get the feeling that even though he's always wriggling and doesn't linger well on things, he hears it all. He hears each word and assesses with rapid-fire focus.]
You can promise me?
That I won't be alone?
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[ Even if it was just repeated. But Yzak's not saying that with any judgment in his voice, rather a hint of snark that implies he won't rat him out for it. It's cool bro uncle Yzak will let all of the children curse. ]
I feel more confident in promising you that much, if not everything else.
As long as you remember that not being alone isn't always just a physical state of being.
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Okay.
[He bites his lip, looking over to Yzak with a sheepish little frown.]
... I'm not supposed to stay here, am I?
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We're extremely busy trying to accomplish the mission we're on - and this place is somewhat of a distraction to that goal. We're working on stopping these distractions, because we need both the help of yourself and the others in this same situation in order to achieve it.
But at least you've had some time to enjoy it.
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... Okay. Um. Then we should go.
[He slides himself onto his feet from the couch, unsure just what he needs to do. He smooths out his rumpled button-up shirt, fixes an inside-out pocket, and moves to place a khaki fishing hat from the coffee table on his unruly hair.]
Do I look okay? For the trip?
[He looks a little muddy, but it's maybe okay. Mud's just mud, it washes out.]
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[ You little but endearing walking GERM. ]
But you look fine. I don't think how you look is really going to matter.
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Then he spits on them before rubbing them on the back of his pants, as if that's a viable solution. It does remove some of the dirt! Or rather redistributes it to the back of his shorts!]
'Kay, I'm ready...! Let's go find everyone else.
[He considers going through the door, and even moves to go do exactly that, but he hesitates before his hand lands on the doorknob.]
Oh, um.
... Can I bring my Basilosaurus doll with me? For safety?
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He moves to step toward Newton and the door as well. ]
Sure. You can bring whatever you want.
But I'm also going, so I'll make sure the doll is doing its job.
[ Read: Yzak is also there. For safety. ]
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But Newton hugs the toothed beast to his chest with determination, stepping up beside Yzak and reaching out to take his hand. There's no tremble to his hand, but maybe that's because he doesn't know just what awful thing could be behind this door.]
Okay! I'm ready!
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He hides the briefest of grimaces at that, and then he gives the plush a look, because that thing is pretty hideous.
But in the end this is a scared little kid holding his hand, given assurance that he'll be safe. ]
Let's go, then.
[ And he intends to follow through with that. So with a nod down at him, Yzak clasps his hand back and opens the door. ]