Jay Merrick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
burntvideocassette) wrote2017-06-12 10:07 pm
burntvideocassette) wrote2017-06-12 10:07 pm
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"This is, uh. It's Jay. Leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you."
[voice/text/video/action/anything]
"This is, uh. It's Jay. Leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you."
[voice/text/video/action/anything]
[The air around him is thicker, Jay thinks. Is that different from before?]
I don't know. I don't know what it would've been like if I hadn't forgotten.
But I'm afraid to forget.
I don't know. I don't know what it would've been like if I hadn't forgotten.
But I'm afraid to forget.
So name it, but do not fear its name.
[Hold it to yourself, clasp it over your chest, let it work into your chest and wick beneath your skin like candle-flame. Burning into your blood. Clinging to your lungs.
Live with it, with everything you are.]
[Hold it to yourself, clasp it over your chest, let it work into your chest and wick beneath your skin like candle-flame. Burning into your blood. Clinging to your lungs.
Live with it, with everything you are.]
[He knows what name to give it. A name for invisible puppet strings, for the way it burrows its fingers into the cracks in your skull like roots and the way it weighs heavy in your lungs. A name whispered to him by an old friend.]
Is it the fear that fuels it, or the name?
Is it the fear that fuels it, or the name?
Both, if you're not careful.
[Fear of the name increases far of the thing itself, and so on and so forth. As it is written.]
[Fear of the name increases far of the thing itself, and so on and so forth. As it is written.]
So the trick is...not to fear the name.
[Jay feels something prickling at the edge of his consciousness, like a limb that had fallen asleep.]
Easier said than done.
[Jay feels something prickling at the edge of his consciousness, like a limb that had fallen asleep.]
Easier said than done.
When you're small, everything scares you.
The trees, the shadows, the thunder, the lightning.
But you learn what they are and how they work, and eventually, they aren't scary anymore.
[Of course, those things are natural, and the thing in question is really, really not.]
The trees, the shadows, the thunder, the lightning.
But you learn what they are and how they work, and eventually, they aren't scary anymore.
[Of course, those things are natural, and the thing in question is really, really not.]
[He gets it. Four and a half years spent chasing ghosts with a camcorder and a folding knife, all because there was something on those tapes that Jay didn't understand.
Jay remembers sitting on the floor of a dorm room, lit only by an old thrift store TV screen playing Lynch or Kubrick or something, while Alex leans over to Seth and says it like he's had a revelation. People are scared of what they don't understand. That's just the way they work.
Jay needs to understand.]
And you've...reached that point with this?
[You're not scared anymore?]
Jay remembers sitting on the floor of a dorm room, lit only by an old thrift store TV screen playing Lynch or Kubrick or something, while Alex leans over to Seth and says it like he's had a revelation. People are scared of what they don't understand. That's just the way they work.
Jay needs to understand.]
And you've...reached that point with this?
[You're not scared anymore?]
[The Mirror smiles. Oh, Jay. He was never scared of the one thing he knew he could serve better than anyone.]
It's difficult, at first.
But you get better with time.
It's difficult, at first.
But you get better with time.
[Practice makes perfect. He's talking about it like it's something manageable, something you can deal with if you just figure out how.
Awful lot like Real Tim, actually.]
And then it, what? Just...leaves you alone?
[Can it get bored?]
Awful lot like Real Tim, actually.]
And then it, what? Just...leaves you alone?
[Can it get bored?]
I couldn't tell you.
[He's a Tim too, after all. He's a source all his own. He simply learned to accept it, instead of running from it the way the Real him did, pushing everything else back. As if that would be enough to hide from It.]
[He's a Tim too, after all. He's a source all his own. He simply learned to accept it, instead of running from it the way the Real him did, pushing everything else back. As if that would be enough to hide from It.]
[So he's still dealing with it. Even with everything he knows, he's still dealing with it.
Jay sighs, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.]
Look, if you need any help staying away from that thing, or--or finding somebody who's gone missing, just...
[Just what? He never found Amy, he never found Jessica, he only barely found Alex, and even with all his hotel-hopping and sleeping in cars, it still found him. It always found him.
When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, duller.]
...just let me know.
Jay sighs, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.]
Look, if you need any help staying away from that thing, or--or finding somebody who's gone missing, just...
[Just what? He never found Amy, he never found Jessica, he only barely found Alex, and even with all his hotel-hopping and sleeping in cars, it still found him. It always found him.
When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, duller.]
...just let me know.
[The sad default of Jay's existence, once again. The status quo loathes to be dispelled, jealous creature as it is. He cannot unseat the hierarchy of Its mental hold. Gods require worship, and they require sacrifice.
It's for the best that Jay cannot see his face. The smile would crack and splinter the entire exchange and leave it pieces at their feet.]
Of course.
And the same goes to you, Jay.
It's for the best that Jay cannot see his face. The smile would crack and splinter the entire exchange and leave it pieces at their feet.]
Of course.
And the same goes to you, Jay.
And thanks, really.
[Jay dips his head, uncomfortable. He's not used to people being so helpful. He's not used to thanking them.]
If I need to get a hold of you, do I...what? Just start talking to a mirror?
[Jay dips his head, uncomfortable. He's not used to people being so helpful. He's not used to thanking them.]
If I need to get a hold of you, do I...what? Just start talking to a mirror?
If I'm not around, you know how to leave a message.
[The writing works both ways, even if it's not strictly necessary most of the time. Most of the time. It's like leaving a voicemail.
Only he's not Alex Kralie, and he'll be answering it.]
[The writing works both ways, even if it's not strictly necessary most of the time. Most of the time. It's like leaving a voicemail.
Only he's not Alex Kralie, and he'll be answering it.]
[He knows how to...? Oh, writing on the mirror. That makes sense. He sets the marker from before on a desk near the mirror.]
So, uh...see you around, I guess.
["See" isn't exactly the right word here, but he'll get the gist, right?]
So, uh...see you around, I guess.
["See" isn't exactly the right word here, but he'll get the gist, right?]
Be seeing you.
[Success. To start with, in any case. Paranoia is never that easy to disassemble, but he has a foot in the door where his Real likely has none. That's enough, for now.]
[Success. To start with, in any case. Paranoia is never that easy to disassemble, but he has a foot in the door where his Real likely has none. That's enough, for now.]
[She grimaces a little at the question.] Back home, we would. We're usually bloggers. Our site, After the End Times, is multimedia and a lot of people prefer video, especially Irwins. But we don't have a real internet here, so we've had to venture into print media. You can certainly include pictures in reports, but video won't work.
I'll need a writing sample, and you'll have to meet my partners before we hire you on as full staff, though you'll be free to submit work either way. I should warn you, I'm not an easy person to work for. I demand the truth, and I demand nothing less than all the effort you have to give. And I demand critical thinking skills.
I'll need a writing sample, and you'll have to meet my partners before we hire you on as full staff, though you'll be free to submit work either way. I should warn you, I'm not an easy person to work for. I demand the truth, and I demand nothing less than all the effort you have to give. And I demand critical thinking skills.
Edited 2017-06-19 04:31 (UTC)
[Oh god, what is he getting into? No video, just Georgia breathing down his neck and critiquing his critical thinking skills.
It's an opportunity, though, and after nearly five years of fighting tooth and nail for every scrap of evidence he can get, he can't turn this down.]
I'm interested. Where do I submit the writing sample?
It's an opportunity, though, and after nearly five years of fighting tooth and nail for every scrap of evidence he can get, he can't turn this down.]
I'm interested. Where do I submit the writing sample?
[Good, that's what she'd hoped he'd say. She's talked to Tim enough that she's pretty sure he's going to need some heavy guidance to get to her standards, especially on the critical thinking front, but she still knows a Newsie when she sees one. Love of the truth is required. The rest can be taught.]
Either send it to me or bring it to the After the End Times office on the ninth floor. We'll want a digital copy either way, but that way you can meet Shaun.
Either send it to me or bring it to the After the End Times office on the ninth floor. We'll want a digital copy either way, but that way you can meet Shaun.
[This is happening. It's happening, and it's completely foreign territory, and Jay's just going to have to wing it.]
I could get a thumb drive out of the closet and bring it to the office that way. [Wait. Right, she's from the future.] Do your computers take USBs?
[He's about to submit the message when he realizes he has no idea what he's actually supposed to do. He's screwed up one too many writing assignments back in his film student days by not asking.]
What's the topic? Is there a word count you're looking for?
I could get a thumb drive out of the closet and bring it to the office that way. [Wait. Right, she's from the future.] Do your computers take USBs?
[He's about to submit the message when he realizes he has no idea what he's actually supposed to do. He's screwed up one too many writing assignments back in his film student days by not asking.]
What's the topic? Is there a word count you're looking for?
[He's so nervous and obviously new at this that it's almost cute. If she were at home, she'd never hire him. They have enough people clamoring to be betas and she's got way too little free time herself to train up new talent. But this isn't home, this is Wonderland. They've got nothing but time, and their options are a hell of a lot more limited.]
USB's fine. Topic and word count is up to you, though I want it to be long enough that I get a sense for your style. If you need inspiration, you can look through old copies of the Shattered Mirror.
USB's fine. Topic and word count is up to you, though I want it to be long enough that I get a sense for your style. If you need inspiration, you can look through old copies of the Shattered Mirror.
[Back issues. Right. Okay, he can do this.]
I'll grab some and read through them. Do they have any at the office?
I'll grab some and read through them. Do they have any at the office?
Then I'll see you soon. Or [He has to scroll back up to find the name again.] Shaun.
Both, most likely. We're close.
[Understatement of the century.]
[Understatement of the century.]
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