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open — sounds fake, but okay.
Who: peter nureyev as pierce steel and you.
Where: a lawn full of mugs, a library, and other places.
When: july.
What: it's a catch-all.
Warnings: he's made of knives and high heels?
Where: a lawn full of mugs, a library, and other places.
When: july.
What: it's a catch-all.
Warnings: he's made of knives and high heels?
o n e — location: a house of knives & bad puns
[ did you think you were going to have a fairly normal day today? that's funny, peter did too. in fact, he was hoping today would be kind of sort of just a little bit normal, but after the very brief discussion indoors about how the weather is supposed to be very muggy today and confronting the suspicious lack of mugs in the entire house, well. it's sort of panning out to be anything but. ]
If he were actually concerned about being murdered in his sleep, he wouldn't do things like this.
[ peter nureyev is picking up mugs from the lawn. lots and lots of mugs. all kinds of mugs. help him or laugh at him, or distract him from mug removal. ]
t w o — location: your friendly neighborhood librarian
[ do you know how long it takes to put a library's entire collection back together even in a small town like wayward pines after monsters literally tear them off the shelves?
well it fucking does if you're not a goddamn librarian to begin with.
but thankfully, peter is a quick study, and whatever residual memories he's got still rattling about on whatever old-fashioned archival systems the kids are using these days (and some quick research) is put to good use since the giant blow up. finally, however, finally everything is back on the shelf, tables and chairs are righted and fixed, and things are... fairly sound-looking. it's nice. weirdly nice. and doesn't feel a lick like it used to now that the haze over his brain is gone and peter is 100% confident that this is not his home and it never has been. now it's just like every else: a cover. a more boring ruse than he's used to.
regardless, now that everything is clean and back on the shelf, peter can get down to business. pierce steel is still a librarian after all, but now that peter remembers everything about back home--the grand archives and sprawling planets and star systems--well, he can feel that much more comfortable settling into the skin of a lie that feels like he possesses it that much more. seated on top of the circulation desk, made up of 75% leg and and 25% knives (including the very nice pair of heels he's sporting), is pierce steel, your local neighborhood librarian, with a stack of history books next to him and one particularly enormous one in his lap. ]
t h r e e — location: wildcard
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In any case, the sight of this beautiful oasis of strange appearing unexpectedly out of the desert of an otherwise normal morning gives him pause. Brings him to a halt, actually -- quite an abrupt one, the soles of his shoes scuffing loudly on the pavement.]
Er.
[He lets that helpful interjection stand a few moments while he decides how to proceed. Part of him, quite irrationally and therefore convincingly, wants him to ask that the mugs be let lie for just a little while longer.]
Do you... need a hand?
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Considering mine are rather full, I'd be... [ there's a little bit of exasperation here: ] delighted to borrow yours. Why we own this many mugs is beyond me.
[ they would own significantly less if peter were less of a gentleman and more of a mug-throwing hooligan. ]
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[Well, so much for that. Help he shall, and to helping he sets about, though perhaps not as efficiently as he could be: each one bears a bit of examining, turning over in his hands, because Dirk is a bit of a snoop. This is particularly true when they've got text or graphics on. It's not just a peek into somebody else's (presumably reasonably normal) life -- though that's certainly part of it -- but also quite a lot to do with the fact that sometimes the sheer variety of things in the world simply and truly delights him. It's all very human, all this junk -- silly and wasteful and warm, and so he loves it helplessly.]
With which I'm confronted? From where I'm standing it does look terribly mysterious--
[--which he obviously thinks is absolutely brilliant--]
--though I'm sure there's a perfectly mundane explanation.
[Less brilliant, alas.]
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he swears that these sorts of antics are juno's way of livening up their daily lives. not exactly peter's idea of fun.
nonetheless. he raises a brow slowly at the remark. ]
I'd honestly prefer if the explanation here wasn't so boring, [ he sighs, moving over to place a couple of the mugs upright on a little lawn chair. dramatically, a hand to his forehead
ever the theatre kid, peter] The malevolent mug marauder, striking fear into the hearts of people who simply want to take two steps onto the lawn without falling to their doom on a pile of cups!no subject
It's rather delightful, then, to hear his own misgivings echoed so succinctly, even if he can't explicitly draw a connection between Peter's motivations and his own.]
A truly dastardly criminal mastermind in the making, no doubt.
[Eyes wide, earnest -- he's more than happy to play along, even if Peter is an absolute stranger.]
One finds them in the most unexpected places. Or... I do, anyway. Though maybe mastermind is a strong word?
[He pauses to turn another mug over in his hand, frowning inscrutably.]
In any case: definitely a warning sign. First it's mugs, and then the next thing you know they're kidnapping heiresses and stealing attractions from the Seattle aquarium or... secreting horses into people's bathrooms. All sorts of nastiness.
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Hmm, well, that's true. He's certainly no mastermind, at least not yet if all he's done is tossed some mugs about. But I suppose I can't underestimate him. He is keener than your average lady, after all.
[ peter carefully slides the tip of his shoe underneath a mug, giving it a light kick upwards and swiping it gracefully out of midair. might as well get a little creative with clean up. there are more mugs than you think. and maybe some forks. juno what the fuck. he looks over his shoulder curiously: ]
Now are you speaking from experience or do you just happen to have a wild imagination? I'd hate to caught unawares.
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[Dirk has been briefly distracted by the hint of wear along the rim of a mug, a tiny chip. Distracted, rather, by the thought of objects, and how if only one could see properly (he very nearly can) one might be able to trace the journey of an object not in terms of the object itself, but in terms of the things and people it has encountered. Maybe, in fact, one might discern a great deal more.
As trains of thought go, it's particularly irrelevant.]
Oh, yes, experience. More or less. Not all the same person or people, though. I suppose that only sort of matters, as it's entirely possible one event informed all the others via an improbably lengthy and tangled chain of cause and effect, but-- well, I suppose my interference did, obviously. And the rest must have, if everything is connected, which it unequivocally is.
[Goodbye, Peter! Dirk is gone again. Drifting. Wandering. Staring, in fact, as though reading from some otherwise invisible script somewhere in the middle distance.]
Actually, that would mean that everything that's happening now is the sum and total of everything that happened before, however obscure and inane, which would make this possibly the most heinous and abhorrent crime the world has ever seen, simply by aggregation.
[Holy shit.]
two.
if there's no more humans besides the ones here, how is she going to get sweets? wasn't the point of fighting all those damn pillars to bring back humans just to make sure she gets chocolate? this isn't fucking fair! not! fair! assholes!!!
well, if she cant just leave town and steal all the sweets she wants, she'll just have to find another way to get it. her most viable option is bullying nyx into giving her things, or seeing if robin will cook them for her. and because she's a smart, industrious little oni, she has discovered that (along with the bowl of candy by the librarian's desk) the library has whole books full of sweets she can have made for her! its genius. ]
Hou! [ the small noise of surprise when she finds something , shortly followed thereafter by the... sound... of... someone cackling and ripping pages out of a book. this continues until she either runs out of cookbooks, or someone (read: hopefully the librarian) probably stops her. ]
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ah.
not quite what he expected, but not exactly out of his depth either (that he can perceive for the moment?) he glances at a few of the pages that are on the ground, a couple of books that are strewn off to the side and he'd probably wince more if they weren't just cook books.
his steps grow a little sharper against the floor as he walks down the aisle of books stops just a foot short of her. ] You know, if it's the pages you want, I could just let you take the whole thing home. For keeps. [ you're a bad librarian, peter. ] You'll lose the pages that way.
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I think Juno-san would need to sleep in the first place to get murdered that way, though.
[ and shirou was up early, so the fact that juno had time to do this before he woke up means he didnt sleep much at all. ]
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like sure, peter stole knives for the better part of his first month here, but at least he didn't just fling them out over the lawn and say it was "pretty knifey outside today, dear" did he??? no. because it's not funny. kitchenware on the lawn isn't funny. ]
Then I'll just have to find a newer and more exciting way. I'm almost certain he'll get a kick out of that.
[ his voice is extremely blasé about this as he twirls a mug around his finger and stops it just short of the third go around to examine it. ]
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So that's a little odd.
He doesn't stop himself, he allows the drive to continue while he slowly brings life to the rest of his sensors and inputs. He's driving, there's a road, paved, familiar although he can't place it at the moment. Architecture around, mostly right angles, dull materials. A bit primitive. He can't place the style. And a weight unaccounted for, in his ... driver's seat?
Little red lights slowly light throughout the sleek black dash, lights that have never had cause to light before. A few moments pass, the full time it takes for Knock Out to fully wake up and take a reading of the situation around -- and inside -- him. An alien planet, an alien driver, and he can't reach Breakdown on any of their frequencies. Great.
The rearview mirror adjusts itself just slightly, checking for tailgaters. There are none. Good.
He slams on the brakes. ]
bless this mess
the ruby 7 was about as sentient as a car got for nureyev, at least back on mars. hell, he'd let her do most of the driving during their getaway, steering her sure, hitting the gas, but she knew her way around, knew how to think in a fight. so...
well. the fact that the car so rudely stops at the end of a street has nureyev jostling forward uncomfortably (we love a good seatbelt, don't we) adjusting his glasses somewhat in the rearview and pausing a little bit.
because the angle is somewhat off. he keeps a hand on the steering wheel now as he smooths a hand briefly over the dash. ]
Doing all right there, darling? Should I be worried?
[ talking to cars like people, as you do when you're peter nureyev. ]
weeps openly ........ i’m still sorry for this 2 YEAR LATE TAG IN
The doors unlock with a smooth click, and the driver’s side door pushes wide open. The seatbelt click off too, while he’s thinking about it. He usually uses those to trap in twitchy little organics, no use keeping it on now. ]
I think this is your stop, fleshie.
[ The deep, smooth voice comes from nowhere in particular, just generally inside, and the red lights pulse in time with it.
And then he waits. He has no idea where he is or why, could it really be that easy? Will the little organic he woke up with inside of him, just ... peacefully exit? Oh, he hopes so. He has so much to sort through and work out, he’d hate having to break his perfectly normal vehicle appearance while he has so little idea of what’s going on. ]