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polarization) wrote2010-01-27 03:34 pm
polarization) wrote2010-01-27 03:34 pm
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Chivy Learns About the Tarot Plot (or, How Sefton Learned That He Hated the Plane).
who: Sefton and Chivy.
where: Some hotel, somewhere in America.
when: A vague point in the tarot plot, probably recently.
what: Sefton ends up explaining some of the tarot plot to Chivy.
warnings: This is a chat log edited to look nicer for posting (although there's still an abrupt ending to it all). Sefton's words are colored, while Chivy's are not. Chivy's [actions] are also different from [ Sefton's ] for the sake of telling the two apart. Due to Sefton's customized comment pages, using ?style=mine is advised.
[One of these days, Chivy comes back to the hotel and finds Sefton's head buried under the pillows. (Accidentally reading peoples' minds with having no idea how or even why kinda gets to you after a while.)]
I think I hate that place. [ /fml ]
... which place? Your job? The street? Somewhere nearby??
The Plane. [ isn't it already obvious Chivy come on keep up ]
Why? [is still learning the strange language Boyo, sh'up]
Because it... the stupid cards and the notes and... everything. [ huff ]
... did you lose at cards or something? Notes? [confused]
No, I mean the—tarot card! The Lovers. 'n that note from "J". 'member?
No? What are you talking about?
... ... I'm—what do you mean, what'm I talking about? [ now he's also confused thx Chivy ]
What does tarot have to do with you trying to divebomb the bed? [Sefton started it. :|]
... it's frustrating. [ now he kind of wants to avoid the issue if Chivy doesn't know what he's talking about!1 ]
What's frustrating? [other than you]
The Plane. [ and it shows in his voice because he's already said this :| ]
... ... ... What did tarot do to make you more frustrated?
... [ looks at Chivy all sullen because gosh dangit when did you figure out the right questions to ask ]
[waiting for an answer, c'mon]
It just... makes things worse.
How? [that isn't an answer]
[ sullen loooooook ] S'... hard to explain.
[takes a seat on the bed] You don't have work until morning, talk.
... 'n if I don't want to? [ scooting to the other side of the bed aaand clinging to one of the pillows fffft ]
I'll go and ask whoever I can find on the Plane.
What makes you think that'd work? [ but then he remembers at least one person does know about what's going on... dagnabbit ]
[smiles and shrugs] It's worth a try.
Wouldn't do much good. [ /bluff ]
So you're not going to tell me? [stands~]
No, I—what good would it do? What's it matter?
There's a lot of people there, and you've been going there for months. Somebody's got to know something. And if they don't? Then I'll have somebody else who knows how prickly you are. [win-win]
...
You'd do that whether I told you or not, anyway.
Not today, anyway. [kinda sheepish. kinda.]
... so it's not really incentive for me to say anything, y'know.
Yeah, well, it was that or one of two other empty threats, so I thought I'd give it a shot. [grinning]
[ still not looking all too pleased with the situation as a whole ): ]
[well, if he's going to be here...] Lovers. Could have something to do with a girlfriend— [small pause to look at Sefton] —but probably not. Something about a note, too... You have the weirdest problems, prickly.
Lovers is 'bout relationships. Doesn't have to be romantic. [ mumblemumble considering pretending to be an ostrich again ]
So, what, friends? [he may or may not be staring at you, Sefton, for this is a slightly foreign concept]
Something like that. [ just stares back because no freakin' kidding ]
The tarot cards are making you talk to people? [yes, this sounds crazy, but his best friend is a human magnet. stranger things have happened]
No, they're... if anything, s' making me not.
How? [suddenly Chivy is very much not on the side of the strange thing making Sefton uncomfortable. previously he was just... slightly concerned and a lot amused]
It's—it— [ pauses and goes for non sequitur ] ... D'you think there's someone out there who can tell what people are thinking?
I... [actually thinking about that, darn you and your sudden conversation twists] Yeah, maybe?
[ and then he kinda goes quiet, thinking about that ]
.... did you not talk to somebody who reads minds? [Chivy, darling, your connection-making skill needs a few more levels]
[ shakes his head ]
... so you did talk to somebody who reads minds?
[ shakes his head again because he's not sure he wants to stay on the topic of mindreaders any longer if Chivy is going to keep asking questions like that ]
[small huff] You know, we spend a lot of time on this.
... on what? [ too bad he can't read Chivy's mind right now, but that's just asking for trouble, so he forgets he thought that ]
Me convincing you to tell me what you don't want to think about.
That's not my fault.
If you told me, we wouldn't spend near as much time on it.
If you'd just leave it alone, it wouldn't matter.
One of these days you're going to give up on telling me to go away. [smiling]
Don't be so sure about that. [ ... although he looks kind of uncertain, it's not necessarily at the current topic ]
When'd you get the tarot card? [more questions = better, yes?]
While ago. [ not amused by topic change but w/e ]
How come?
Dunno. ... something on the Plane was handing 'em out, but I didn't take one then.
So how'd you get it? [blink]
Dunno. It just... showed up.
Can I see it?
[ hesitation — he really doesn't feel comfortable with it, but... then he pulls it out of his pocket and holds it up for Chivy to see ]
Doesn't look like trouble. Why don't you just give it back?
I don't... [ he frowns ]
I haven't met the thing that was giving 'em out again. And... [ just shakes his head a little - trying that never even occurred to him, what with the slightly protective feeling over the card and all ]
I could maybe help if you'd talk to me.
It's not... something you can help with.
How d'you know?
... If you met someone who could read your thoughts, 'n they kept doing it without your permission—what would you do?
Depends. What're they doing once they read them?
What do you mean?
Well. If they're reading my mind and... telling people I'm stealing stuff and getting me in trouble, I'd make sure I don't ever see them again
[ slowly shakes his head ]
What? [confused, thank you]
Just, what if... all they did was read your mind?
Then I wouldn't know about it. [why do your questions make no sense?]
But, they still... [ somehow he feels even guiltier now ]
[frowning, apparently he's answering wrong?] Prickly, what are you talking about?
... so, you really wouldn't... be mad? If someone read your mind and you didn't know?
You said they're not doing anything else, what am I going to get mad about?
About the—the invasion of privacy! Your thoughts...! [ and he kind of has to look away because fdhslkn guilt ]
[thinking about it again] I guess, maybe... if it was something nobody else was supposed to know? But I don't... what're they going to find out?
About people important to you? [ /mumblemumble ]
What about them? [that catches his interest]
What if they... found out about them? [ not exactly subtle but he can still hope Chivy won't figure it out ]
You can do that just talking. [waves it off]
[ just kind of stares at Chivy, looking probably more uncertain than he has in a long time ]
[wait. waaaait. that might be—a lightbulb moment, shock and awe]
Not that big of a deal. [firm. he is firm. listen to him, Sefton]
But, it's... how can it not be? [ still doesn't look sure. at all ]
Y—They're not doing anything, right? Just.. finding out.
[ the slip of the tongue has him clutching the pillow even closer to himself ] ... They're prying.
On purpose? [has a feeling he knows the answer]
[ hesitates, then shakes his head - it's a jerky little motion, because he has the sinking (maybe already sunken) feeling that he's been found out ]
You beat yourself up about the weirdest things. [very slow headshake, giving Sefton a 'what do I do with you?' look]
[ frowns to himself and starts avoiding eye contact again because this is very, very much not the reaction he was expecting and he can't help it if he feels guilty over it because it's just not right - right? ]
[and, after a short silence...] So we've got to find the tarot card person.
[ that's kinda not what he was expecting, so he looks to Chivy ] Guess so... but—nobody on the Plane knows 'bout him. But others've gotten cards, too.
No way they'll be mad if they got stuck with cards, too.
[ ...? ]
[lala, thinking out loud~] Is there anything else I don't know about the card thing?
... the notes. Looks like everyone who's got a card has one, and they're linked to the actual cards themselves.
What's yours say?
[ pauses, then turns and reaches for his bag over the edge of the bed, yanking out a small note and holding it out for Chivy ]
where: Some hotel, somewhere in America.
when: A vague point in the tarot plot, probably recently.
what: Sefton ends up explaining some of the tarot plot to Chivy.
warnings: This is a chat log edited to look nicer for posting (although there's still an abrupt ending to it all). Sefton's words are colored, while Chivy's are not. Chivy's [actions] are also different from [ Sefton's ] for the sake of telling the two apart. Due to Sefton's customized comment pages, using ?style=mine is advised.
[One of these days, Chivy comes back to the hotel and finds Sefton's head buried under the pillows. (Accidentally reading peoples' minds with having no idea how or even why kinda gets to you after a while.)]
I think I hate that place. [ /fml ]
... which place? Your job? The street? Somewhere nearby??
The Plane. [ isn't it already obvious Chivy come on keep up ]
Why? [is still learning the strange language Boyo, sh'up]
Because it... the stupid cards and the notes and... everything. [ huff ]
... did you lose at cards or something? Notes? [confused]
No, I mean the—tarot card! The Lovers. 'n that note from "J". 'member?
No? What are you talking about?
... ... I'm—what do you mean, what'm I talking about? [ now he's also confused thx Chivy ]
What does tarot have to do with you trying to divebomb the bed? [Sefton started it. :|]
... it's frustrating. [ now he kind of wants to avoid the issue if Chivy doesn't know what he's talking about!1 ]
What's frustrating? [other than you]
The Plane. [ and it shows in his voice because he's already said this :| ]
... ... ... What did tarot do to make you more frustrated?
... [ looks at Chivy all sullen because gosh dangit when did you figure out the right questions to ask ]
[waiting for an answer, c'mon]
It just... makes things worse.
How? [that isn't an answer]
[ sullen loooooook ] S'... hard to explain.
[takes a seat on the bed] You don't have work until morning, talk.
... 'n if I don't want to? [ scooting to the other side of the bed aaand clinging to one of the pillows fffft ]
I'll go and ask whoever I can find on the Plane.
What makes you think that'd work? [ but then he remembers at least one person does know about what's going on... dagnabbit ]
[smiles and shrugs] It's worth a try.
Wouldn't do much good. [ /bluff ]
So you're not going to tell me? [stands~]
No, I—what good would it do? What's it matter?
There's a lot of people there, and you've been going there for months. Somebody's got to know something. And if they don't? Then I'll have somebody else who knows how prickly you are. [win-win]
...
You'd do that whether I told you or not, anyway.
Not today, anyway. [kinda sheepish. kinda.]
... so it's not really incentive for me to say anything, y'know.
Yeah, well, it was that or one of two other empty threats, so I thought I'd give it a shot. [grinning]
[ still not looking all too pleased with the situation as a whole ): ]
[well, if he's going to be here...] Lovers. Could have something to do with a girlfriend— [small pause to look at Sefton] —but probably not. Something about a note, too... You have the weirdest problems, prickly.
Lovers is 'bout relationships. Doesn't have to be romantic. [ mumblemumble considering pretending to be an ostrich again ]
So, what, friends? [he may or may not be staring at you, Sefton, for this is a slightly foreign concept]
Something like that. [ just stares back because no freakin' kidding ]
The tarot cards are making you talk to people? [yes, this sounds crazy, but his best friend is a human magnet. stranger things have happened]
No, they're... if anything, s' making me not.
How? [suddenly Chivy is very much not on the side of the strange thing making Sefton uncomfortable. previously he was just... slightly concerned and a lot amused]
It's—it— [ pauses and goes for non sequitur ] ... D'you think there's someone out there who can tell what people are thinking?
I... [actually thinking about that, darn you and your sudden conversation twists] Yeah, maybe?
[ and then he kinda goes quiet, thinking about that ]
.... did you not talk to somebody who reads minds? [Chivy, darling, your connection-making skill needs a few more levels]
[ shakes his head ]
... so you did talk to somebody who reads minds?
[ shakes his head again because he's not sure he wants to stay on the topic of mindreaders any longer if Chivy is going to keep asking questions like that ]
[small huff] You know, we spend a lot of time on this.
... on what? [ too bad he can't read Chivy's mind right now, but that's just asking for trouble, so he forgets he thought that ]
Me convincing you to tell me what you don't want to think about.
That's not my fault.
If you told me, we wouldn't spend near as much time on it.
If you'd just leave it alone, it wouldn't matter.
One of these days you're going to give up on telling me to go away. [smiling]
Don't be so sure about that. [ ... although he looks kind of uncertain, it's not necessarily at the current topic ]
When'd you get the tarot card? [more questions = better, yes?]
While ago. [ not amused by topic change but w/e ]
How come?
Dunno. ... something on the Plane was handing 'em out, but I didn't take one then.
So how'd you get it? [blink]
Dunno. It just... showed up.
Can I see it?
[ hesitation — he really doesn't feel comfortable with it, but... then he pulls it out of his pocket and holds it up for Chivy to see ]
Doesn't look like trouble. Why don't you just give it back?
I don't... [ he frowns ]
I haven't met the thing that was giving 'em out again. And... [ just shakes his head a little - trying that never even occurred to him, what with the slightly protective feeling over the card and all ]
I could maybe help if you'd talk to me.
It's not... something you can help with.
How d'you know?
... If you met someone who could read your thoughts, 'n they kept doing it without your permission—what would you do?
Depends. What're they doing once they read them?
What do you mean?
Well. If they're reading my mind and... telling people I'm stealing stuff and getting me in trouble, I'd make sure I don't ever see them again
[ slowly shakes his head ]
What? [confused, thank you]
Just, what if... all they did was read your mind?
Then I wouldn't know about it. [why do your questions make no sense?]
But, they still... [ somehow he feels even guiltier now ]
[frowning, apparently he's answering wrong?] Prickly, what are you talking about?
... so, you really wouldn't... be mad? If someone read your mind and you didn't know?
You said they're not doing anything else, what am I going to get mad about?
About the—the invasion of privacy! Your thoughts...! [ and he kind of has to look away because fdhslkn guilt ]
[thinking about it again] I guess, maybe... if it was something nobody else was supposed to know? But I don't... what're they going to find out?
About people important to you? [ /mumblemumble ]
What about them? [that catches his interest]
What if they... found out about them? [ not exactly subtle but he can still hope Chivy won't figure it out ]
You can do that just talking. [waves it off]
[ just kind of stares at Chivy, looking probably more uncertain than he has in a long time ]
[wait. waaaait. that might be—a lightbulb moment, shock and awe]
Not that big of a deal. [firm. he is firm. listen to him, Sefton]
But, it's... how can it not be? [ still doesn't look sure. at all ]
Y—They're not doing anything, right? Just.. finding out.
[ the slip of the tongue has him clutching the pillow even closer to himself ] ... They're prying.
On purpose? [has a feeling he knows the answer]
[ hesitates, then shakes his head - it's a jerky little motion, because he has the sinking (maybe already sunken) feeling that he's been found out ]
You beat yourself up about the weirdest things. [very slow headshake, giving Sefton a 'what do I do with you?' look]
[ frowns to himself and starts avoiding eye contact again because this is very, very much not the reaction he was expecting and he can't help it if he feels guilty over it because it's just not right - right? ]
[and, after a short silence...] So we've got to find the tarot card person.
[ that's kinda not what he was expecting, so he looks to Chivy ] Guess so... but—nobody on the Plane knows 'bout him. But others've gotten cards, too.
No way they'll be mad if they got stuck with cards, too.
[ ...? ]
[lala, thinking out loud~] Is there anything else I don't know about the card thing?
... the notes. Looks like everyone who's got a card has one, and they're linked to the actual cards themselves.
What's yours say?
[ pauses, then turns and reaches for his bag over the edge of the bed, yanking out a small note and holding it out for Chivy ]