We visited the cemetery, at night. There were no major occurrences, for the most part, but... Su Jiuqing climbed into one of the empty plots, and became covered in that green substance.
[ genuinely. the dreams that they've received are... odd. some a little more harrowing than others, so. in the meantime, he'll give him the space to shape out the words for it.
he bristles a little inwards, he hates this place. he's rather fond of the people he lives with, a rarity. he's picky, and his loyalty burns furiously, fingertips tapping on the edge of his cup between all the tactility going around this week on top of it all. ]
[ and genuinely, percy is sorry, that sort of sensation of not being completely in control of yourself when you sleep, a dream is the ultimate form of losing any sort of control. especially when they're given. to wake up with tears... well. he lets it sit for a moment and half reaches out on impulse— ]
The third was an outlier. [ —pulls back before he can do much of anything else. he covers it up by dropping his hand on the table, tapping his fingers. ] The third of what, I wonder... an experiment of some kind?
...mayhap so. I have not had much time to dwell upon it, but--
[he very nearly reaches out, too, before he catches himself. exhales a slow breath and covers it by just pulling up the hem of his sleeve, showing percy this on the back of his hand.]
All I can think of is- the same strange dreams from last week. The third one which did not match. Possibly.
[ he looks at it briefly before peeling off his glove, revealing that the hand where he had his tattoo is now very much bare barring some old scarring on his knuckles and fingertips, burns here and there. ]
Or rather, was. Mine actually peeled away Sunday afternoon, so perhaps yours will do the same.
[ the impulse wins over briefly as he sets down his mug and ends up... reaching out and taking the hand with the tattoo on it to examine it closer. ]
Would you feel all right going on a bit further about your dream? I don't want to dredge up melancholia, but... it could be important.
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[slightly subdued, maybe. still a little preoccupied-- but he takes the mug and holds it in his hands.]
But I suppose I could use it, yes.
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[ he keeps his voice quiet, the you might keep your footfalls soft, approaching. ]
I'm glad you weren't hurt physically, but... where did all of that mess come from?
[ he missed roxana being a green blur last night ok ]
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...moments later, so were the rest of us.
[a huff of a breath, a shake of his head.]
Mayhap I should not have gone...
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Rather glad I decided not to take a stroll through the cemetery then. Granted, no one should be climbing into those holes...
[ deeper frown ] Best not to give this place anymore morbid ideas.
Truly it was just that green liquid? Do you feel any sort of changes at all...? Very well could be some sort of slow-acting substance.
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[he trails off, looking down at the mug in his hands. maybe it was? maybe he's just wrong. maybe he has been the whole time.]
I have felt-- unsettled, since waking.
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[ he follows his gaze to the mug ]
Did you dream poorly or... [ shrugs ] perhaps you're simply haunted. You did visit a gravesite.
[ he speaks with the nonchalance of experience, but the tone errs on worried. it's apparent. he leans unconsciously forward, elbows on his knees. ]
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[a slow exhale.]
That dream was...
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[ genuinely. the dreams that they've received are... odd. some a little more harrowing than others, so. in the meantime, he'll give him the space to shape out the words for it.
he bristles a little inwards, he hates this place. he's rather fond of the people he lives with, a rarity. he's picky, and his loyalty burns furiously, fingertips tapping on the edge of his cup between all the tactility going around this week on top of it all. ]
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[a brief shake of his head.]
Something in it spoke to me. Said that 'the third was an outlier'.
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[ and genuinely, percy is sorry, that sort of sensation of not being completely in control of yourself when you sleep, a dream is the ultimate form of losing any sort of control. especially when they're given. to wake up with tears... well. he lets it sit for a moment and half reaches out on impulse— ]
The third was an outlier. [ —pulls back before he can do much of anything else. he covers it up by dropping his hand on the table, tapping his fingers. ] The third of what, I wonder... an experiment of some kind?
Did you wake with a mark on your body as well?
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[he very nearly reaches out, too, before he catches himself. exhales a slow breath and covers it by just pulling up the hem of his sleeve, showing percy this on the back of his hand.]
All I can think of is- the same strange dreams from last week. The third one which did not match. Possibly.
[his brow is furrowed slightly, uncertain.]
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[ he looks at it briefly before peeling off his glove, revealing that the hand where he had his tattoo is now very much bare barring some old scarring on his knuckles and fingertips, burns here and there. ]
Or rather, was. Mine actually peeled away Sunday afternoon, so perhaps yours will do the same.
[ the impulse wins over briefly as he sets down his mug and ends up... reaching out and taking the hand with the tattoo on it to examine it closer. ]
Would you feel all right going on a bit further about your dream? I don't want to dredge up melancholia, but... it could be important.
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[a slight shake of his head.]
I felt as if it would move me to tears. I cannot recall the melody, but it was... as if it were singing it to sleep, a final time.