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sans. ([personal profile] skelebro) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-03-22 08:24 pm
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très fantastique excess, fluxthrough caching [closed]

Who: Dr. Lee Rosen and Sans
What: Post-event chatter of a certain nature
Where: At the clinic.
When: 3/22
Warnings: Likely some discussions of dark subject matter



He drops by the clinic sometime after the fuss and muss has died down. People're mourning the loss of Delight's, and he can't say he blames 'em for that - largely 'cause it seems to have accomplished very little in the way of appeasing anybody. But that ain't why he's here.

He's here 'cause the doc wants to discuss someone important. Someone he's been on better terms with, whose entire everything he can't and won't disclose without their consent. He made a promise, rough and poorly-conceptualized as it was.

This is why he hates promises.

You can never predict how they're gonna shake out until after you've made 'em.

Ain't so eager to break this one at the outset. Doc wants to talk, and he can talk. May as well hear him out first. He's got questions. Sans, ostensibly, has answers. Time'll tell whether he's able or willin' to disclose 'em.

For now, he'll start with a knock on the door.

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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-26 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"A reset....," Lee murmurs, talking to himself mostly, before suddenly shaking his head, frown deepening. "No. Not exactly a reset...When something is reset we assume it will take the same pre-allotted course. Like a tape or a track..."

Lifting a hand he reaches across to San's notebook dropping his pointer finger against the anchor point. Then slowly he traces the tip of that finger along the course of the circle, "There's no guarantee that this always happens in the same way," his finger returns again to the anchor, "so if you go back to this point, it could be endlessly different. Couldn't it? The 'track', so to speak, disappears altogether and gets replaced by a new one?"

After a moment he withdraws his hand. His eyes peek up at Sans.

"Or have I entirely misunderstood?"
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-26 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Rosen chews at his lower lip distractedly, "So are you trying to tell me that Frisk is connected to one of these, er, anomalies? Or--"

His voice gutters. Lee is dancing around a thought but his mind seems reluctant to grab at it. Shifting uncomfortably, he sits upright and reaches up to push his grey hair back out of his eyes.

"--Are you trying to tell me that Frisk might be one of these anomalies?"
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Rosen lets the flat of his back thud dully against the chair as his body goes slack, gaze slanted off to the side and mouth neither frowning nor smiling, nor even drawn tight in the usual pensive expression. Were his eyes not open and slowly blinking now and again he might have even be mistaken for someone asleep.

Then there is an abrupt twitch, an involuntary clenching of his stomach as he breathes in sharply, the awkward inhale colliding with a muttered "god" and he clenches his eyes shut against a sting.

God. Dammit.

Lee's not cut out for this. He's sure of it deep into his bones.

Rolling his head back so that he's blinking up at the ceiling, he steadies himself. "Thank you for telling me," He finally manages, his voice a soft murmur before he lowers his head to look Sans in the eye again. His throat is tight and aching but he fights it with forced slow drags of air through his nose.

"Is there more?"
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"What about you?" Rosen's voice has taken on a touch of hoarseness though its regaining its original strength. One of his hands has settled at the crook between his neck and shoulder and rubs with little purpose over his collarbone, driven by some subconscious want to ease a hurt but unable to access it at its source within his chest.

"You know all of this. You've even tried to deconstruct the science behind it. You must remember at least enough to--"

To what? To observe? To effect some influence? To...?

"Are you an anomaly as well?"
Edited 2017-03-27 01:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A finger drums idly against his clavicle. "So of those of you who are currently here from the Underground, does anyone have matching timelines or do all of you have inconsistent memories?"

He's met another, Asgore, and Frisk has mentioned others from their world in passing or in vague, bewildering explanations, but Rosen still has no solid sense of what the situation with the inhabitants from the Underground actually looks like here in the cave. Their living situations. Their relationships. At best he's an outside observer peering at their world through cracked and fogged glass.

"And, now that we are talking about it, how many of you are here?"
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are all consistently inconsistent," Rosen chuckles to himself half-heartedly, sounding more than a bit tired.

"I can't remember the exact words but an author back in my world wrote that when someone says things like "it shouldn't be this way" its as if they have some vision or knowledge of another plane of existence. Another parallel "right" universe. One where what they think "should" have happened happened and the fact that it didn't in their current timeline is evidence that time has somehow been "put out of joint". " Lee's fingers fumble with the buttons of his cardigan as he tries to remember. " 'put out of joint' were definitely the words he used. I remember that part clearly for some reason."

It was Rushdie, if he remembers correctly. Some book Gary's mother had lent to him that he had nosed through on the subway. After a moment Lee makes a distracted gesture with his hand. "Never mind. Its not important."

He's wandered away from the point.

"Sans. Is it always Frisk?" Rosen nods towards Sans' notebook, the drawings of circles and lines. "Is the child that falls always Frisk? Or has that ever changed?"

If the timeline changes do the people involve change?
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Six.

Seven including Frisk.

All kids and all falling from some godforsaken mountain. Bit by bit as he gathers information about this place, Rosen begins to feel that the world Sans and Frisk hail from seems more like an allegory than a reality. Some message about the innocence of youth perhaps or a warning about the failures of society. Whatever it is, it is appearing distinctively more and more grim.

He pauses and notes those numbers down, circling 7 to emphasize Sans' point about Frisk being different.

"And can you tell me what became of the other 6?"
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sans."

Rosen's gut tightens in an uncomfortable knot of unease.

He doesn't like where this is going. He likes it even less than where they have just been.

"Please.... please tell me the way to get a SOUL is not exactly what I think it is."
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Its a quiver in the jaw first, the muscles in his cheeks growing taut as they try to restrain it, but its only a matter of moments before the trembling has spread to his shoulders. Then Rosen simply seems to crumple. His head drops into his hands, his mouth falls open in a struggle for breath, and what wins out is just a guttering sob.

'Six children' plays on a constant loop in the back of his head as he feels hot drops of tears beginning to leave stinging, salty tracks on his cheeks behind his fingers.

Six children.

or.

...Seven...? or...? Could it it be that...

Lee's mind flares against any new thoughts, trying to in fight or flight desperation to shut everything down to haze and numbness.

six children. six children. children. child....

Air. Rosen becomes intensely aware of his need for air. His breathes feel like they've caught in his throat, digging claws in and refusing to go in or out around the heave of sobs. Without signal and with great clumsiness he gets himself to his feet and makes a bolt for the door. He grabs at it, fingers splaying against the wood before he finds the handle then when he finds it he yanks the thing open so roughly the hinges whine.

He then drops himself to the ground, knees in the dirt, and head bowed. All of him has wilted.
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[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-03-27 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Rosen stays in the doorframe for a long while. Until his shoulders go still. Until his breathing becomes even. Until its just himself and the dull thudding in his head.

He can't remember the last time he's be so undone by something. Most likely over a decade ago when his marriage fell apart. No. Fell is the wrong word for that. He had stood at the side and watched it in its death throes and done nothing, then had had the audacity to shed tears for himself.

He knew he wasn't strong enough for this. He's not Strong.

At long last he gets himself onto his feet and pads gingerly back inside. Lee isn't surprised to find Sans gone. Only distantly confused as to how, in the literal sense, did he leave? But he doesn't have the energy for it.

He doesn't blame Sans for leaving. He had asked him to come. Had said right to his face that he was in this for the long run. And then he had been broken. Rosen rubs a hand over his face. "Go to hell, Rosen," he murmurs to the shadows in the corner.

Exhausted he drops back into his chair. Takes out his phone. And with no ceremony he sends Sans a simple text:

"I'm sorry."

Then a moment later he sends one more:

"But I'm not going to give up"

Rosen doesn't expect a response.
Edited 2017-03-27 22:37 (UTC)