genessia | 03 | Action & Text

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03 | Action & Text

Who: Airy & OPEN
Where: Genessia Hospital
When: March 29th - April 3rd
What: After these happenings. She's in the hospital for a few days before being allowed to head home and some text's to friends.
Warnings: Talks of Blood and injuries.

[Airy doesn't remember the first 12 hours in the hospital which saves her from at least twelve hours of boredom. She isn't good at staying put and thinking about her kidnapping makes her head spin and then hurt. She can't have caffeine or anything else she enjoys because of the medicine they have her taking and the steady stream of blood being pumped into her arm. Her ankle and shoulder are bandaged but the painkillers stop them from hurting.

The worst part about painkillers is that they make it to hard to focus on things like reading or writing but it isn't enough to just knock her out and make her sleep. She ends up playing a lot of candy crush on her phone; after sending a few somewhat awkward texts to those she knew.

Her stomach rumbles and she drops her phone onto her abdomen as if that might make the insistent feeling go away. Airy really likes eating, specifically breakfast, and while the food here isn't awful it isn't very good either. She misses real food and that fact alone makes her sad.]

Text; OPEN

I'm bored. Anyone interested in talking? Or telling me a story? Any distraction?

Private Text; Danny & Dave & Nathan

Thank you for saving me.

Private Text; Cas

Sorry... I have the candy and real, not spidery moving twinkies. Something came up... I don't know when I'll be able to stop by. I haven't forgotten though!

I'll see you soon okay?

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[ he watches her, just in case she did get hurt reaching ]

You were kinda busy being kidnapped to help. [ pulling the top bun off and sticking fries on his burger. what a beautiful burger ]

They're, like, legally allowed to eat me over there at night too. And I'm god damn delicious.

[ airy is upset but she still keeps smiling. that's practically unheard of. ]

So. Sorry to dive into this but I'm freakishly curious now and gotta ask. You can summon snakes?

[Airy follows Dave's efforts and slides a few fries into her burger as well. Only this process is interrupted when she begins to pop the fires into her mouth instead. She has a weakness for the thin salty fried potato though she does manage to cover her burger before finishing all of her fries.]

I'm sure you are delicious but they still shouldn't...

[That sounds weird and before she can dig herself deeper into that thought she registers his question. She almost drops her burger before placing it on the small thin tray in front of her.]

Not exactly. [So much for being normal.

Airy releases a long breath, focusing her gaze on her sandwich.] It isn't that I can summon snakes. I can create... whatever it is I imagine. I can't really control it and it happens on accident a lot and it's not really there but it is.

[She isn't sure if that makes sense.] Like once I stop thinking about it, it goes away.

[ dave takes a bite that might have been just a tad too big for his mouth, because he's a teenage boy and hunger is a serious affliction, so he's silenced for the moment. just listening to her respond. at least his mouth is closed.

an eyebrow quirk at her agreeing he'd be delicious. (oh my god). then paying full attention. genuinely more curious than anything else about it.

it takes a minute to make sure his mouth isn't full to reply. ]

Okay. Not snakes just a sweet voidy power going on or something along those lines. Why was fake you starting shit over it?

[Airy really wants to eat, it looks so good but she feels like her appetite is somewhere at the end of this conversation and it isn't coming back until the topic has been sorted.]

I ran away from home.

[It sounds so lame when she says that out loud.]

I really wanted to be normal. I ended up hurting my friend by accident so I ran right after high school graduation. I don't know why I'm like this but I've been running from that part of me ever since. I guess the other side of me didn't want me to run anymore.

[ oh. he's probably getting her all into her deep emotions and he's not sure if that was right of him to. but he presses on speaking, even tones and a calm face. no judgement here. ]

I'm afraid of my power too. I think everybody is? Especially when it's something where a wrong move can cause serious damage to everyone around you but even when it's minor I think there's this fear even the most confident person has of fucking up big time. There wasn't an option to run and completely way different circumstances on all ends here but I get it. Just wanting to be a normal person doing normal shit but I don't think normal is a thing we're actually supposed to fit in to. It's this abstract construct created by society with impossible goals and some really stupid ideas about how everyone's supposed to act or be. And eventually you gotta realize that there's really no way around yourself and if paradox space wants you to control time or create things out of thin air, that's what's normal now. And your best bet is to learn how to do it or learn how not to do it in the least harmful way possible so you can help people you care about and put your own definition behind the word.

Fake you still had the shittiest way of trying to face an inner conflict but yeah.

Edited 2016-04-13 14:34 (UTC)

[Airy's too tired to feel emotional right now.

Plus, it isn't so much of a sensitive subject as a confusing one. She's always been fairly honest with people about what's on her mind, the one person she hasn't been honest with is herself. She releases a short breathy laugh at Dave's words, her smile slowly becoming more genuine.]

That's true and I can't really dispute anything you just said. [Not that she wants too.] I just need to figure out how.

[She releases a breath checking that her thoughts are calm.]

If I'm talking to someone then it isn't so hard to control but I don't know how to do it when my mind wanders which happens fairly often and I have to spot myself and I usually freak out and then people think I'm crazy even without random shit popping up all over the place. [Yeah, she swore, clearly you're rubbing off on her Dave.] I just mean that I'm not sure what to do but I want to do something and not have weird panthers go running at my friends.

Well, lucky for you the amount of talking I can get going is gargantuan. Conversationally adept on levels that are unreachable by mere mortals. I reckon that's probably why I haven't seen your train of thought go off the rails and crash into the snowy cliff side becoming a firey thought explosion of spontaneously physically manifested ideas. Too damn distracting for distractions.

[ did she just swear? he is such a bad influence on vocabulary. he's pretty sure he's the reason jade learned the work "fuck" ]

I'm really curious what you were doing with your buddies that your head went to panthers but anyway - and you should probably eat that burger or I'll do it for you - back on topic. Mom can do a voidy thing. Poofing things outta nothing. I don't think she can do it accidentally but if she theoretically pops up you should have like ... a jam session to figure out how to make the thing. I'd offer helpful training but it probably doesn't work the same as time so I've got no helpful sensei wisdom to depart. Unless you need more time to figure shit out then I mean obviously...

[She can't really argue against his point. She finds herself following along each word as if it is it's own thought that quickly changes and divergers the moment it's brought to light. It's strange and involves a lot of focus on her part.

Not that she's complaining.]

I'll eat it.

[She quickly interjects grabbing her burger and taking a bite. The bite she takes is too large and she ends up chewing for an undetermined amount of time that happens to feel like forever. Smaller bites now.]

You can control time?

[That seems like it'll get confusing.]

Yeah. Time's my bitch. [ he stuffs a fry or three in his mouth before tacking on more ] I mean... time sort of has a certain path it has to make its way to so I guess controlling it is probably not the right word. I gotta keep everything on that path and protect it or you end up on a doomed timeline which is this whole thing that translates to everyone dying. But the whole looping, rewinding, speeding up or skipping around - think of it like a record I'm remixing the hell out of. Doing something as reckless as trying to change the entire thing completely would scratch it and kill the beat but I can make it sound how I want more or less.

Don't ask me how it works with the nitty gritty. Time shenanigans are fucking bananas and you'll get a headache.

[Airy leans forward and starts whispering.]

I'll be honest Dave... I'm already confused.

[She then smiles before settling back into her propped up bed. She continues to take bites of her sandwich enjoying the mixture of tastes and delicious fattening food she's come to adore.

As she eats she lets her mind shift through thoughts. If he can go back in time then he should be able to undo everything that happened but the more that Airy thinks about it the more she realizes that she wouldn't want to take anything back. Choices are heavy but they have more meaning when you only get one chance. It sucks sometimes but Airy really thinks it's better that way.

Controlling time sounds like it sucks.]

I enjoy the world not ending.

[She comments lamely while groping for something more to say.]

[ solemn nod at that whisper ] I figured. It's best not to think about it and just go with the flow. Of time. I'll spare your non-ticking brain and never explain weird time shit. Unless there's an emergency where you need something grotesquely mind boggling to confuse the shit out of you but I don't know what the hell scenario that would be.

[ controlling time sucks. what doesn't suck is the fact that he got himself the large fries and that's just beautiful. he eats them three at a time. ]

Me too. [ the casualness of how he says it really doesn't convey proper thoughts on the matter. the world did end. and then that universe ended. and then the last one will end too when they make a new one. unavoidable, really. ]

[Airy continues to smile at Dave.]

I'll remember that.

[Her thoughts continue to fill and then falter. Spilling like paint on a canvas of white, swirling together and then being washed away by the rain. As her thoughts captivate her she finishes her sandwich and then frowns after realizing it's gone. She misses her hamburger. She begins to snack on what's left of her fries eating one at a time to savor the salty potatoiness.]

It's weird but I think I feel better knowing we both aren't normal... Sorry I lied though. That was pretty lame.

[Airy is pretty lame.]

Oh! I have my phone with me from home and it's charged if you wanted to hear some newer songs.

Eh. Don't worry about it. [ airy shouldn't have to apologize, as far as he's concerned. it's something he might have been bothered with at some point but he's just glad she feels better. you can be strange and cool as all hell without pretending to be something you're not.

his fries got finished to fast to properly appreciate them. the corners of his lips turn slightly town, mourning their loss. he's over it as soon as she mentions music, visibly perking up more than he has the entire time. he was fine talking about what happened or his own abilities but time travel sucks and music does not. a true passion he's always excited about. ]

Yeah? Yes. We can use my sweet new headphones I got in Nova that are fucking sick. [ the pair currently resting around his neck that got visibly lost in his sweater's hood until he lifted them up and over his head to pass to her. ]

I mean, like, literally everything they had had the sound quality of Jesus rocking out with Angels directly inside of your eardrum. None of them had less than 40 MM drivers even the cheap pieces of shit earbuds by their standards so it was a fucking experience. The Golden Ticket to high quality performance of mids and highs with bass turning pure orgasmic chocolate. I mean, I couldn't afford their best ones, which I got to test and wanted to marry and give birth to it's children, but the ones I did get in my broke ass price range are fucking beautiful and you can turn them into speakers.

You should listen to this one track I made last year with these I'd bet it'd sound like how that burger tasted.

[Airy blinks as he explains the headsets. She looks at him curiously, leaning forward as if she might be able to see inside of them.]

That sounds amazing, can I see? I promise it's just for a second but that sounds so amazing. [Way better than talking about lies and powers. Airy isn't sure if she'll ever forgive herself for lying to Dave like she had.]

They fit in headphone ac ports right? Can we listen at once or will our heads bang together.

[She blinks.]</small Wait what track did you make?

Yeah, we can both listen at once. Look, look.

[ the speakers on the headphones turn outward. he has them plugged into his own phone currently, which he took out of his pocket and started scrolling through his music on. tongue stuck out in slight concentration while he finds one of his tracks. once it's located he plays it, the headphones work loud enough that they can both hear it just fine. they're meant to do. sound quality, indeed. ]

There's, like, I don't know - ten tracks that aren't mine on my phone? I think four of them are Snoop. Where's yours? Does it have new Snoop?

[A smile tugs at Airy’s lips as the song begins to play. It’s nice to listen to new music, plus it brightened up the hospital room with sounds bringing imagines of light to Airy’s mind. As she listens her smile widens and Dave might notice specs of colored lights blinking along to the song as Airy listened. They weren’t very obvious in the brightly lit room but they were a mixture between a silent fireworks display and fireflies floating around to the music.

When the song ends Airy’s grinning at Dave and the lights fade.]

Did you really make that? It’s amazing. Ah, I wish I could do things like that.

[It’s so cool.

Airy pulls out her phone which happens to be a Samsung Galaxy S7. She scrolls through a long play list before looking up at Dave.]

Not much Snoop Dog if that’s what you mean. Some though, I do have 2015’s top 100 songs on a playlist, I started downloading those when I stopped listening to the radio.

[ the room may be brightly lit, but dave has a constantly layer of darkness over his eyes. somewhat sensitive to it. specs of blinking light fail to go unnoticed, head tilted and watching them. ]

Where'd your head go there? To fireflies or tiny club lights? [ compliment unaddressed. ]

Ah, so you've got the whole selection of popular jams. Is that a guarantee of the quality? I usually didn't trusts those lists. My favorite bands were, like, never on there. [ nobody heard of your bands, dave. ]

A little bit of both. I really like fireflies and the way that lights can brighten and move through the air.

[She waves a hand watching as purple lights fly away from her fingertips and swirl before going out. She pulls her knees to her chest and smiles sheepishly.] I think it's really... pretty.

[Airy assumes that Dave where's sunglasses all the time because he's cool like that. There is a whole song about it.]

It doesn't guarantee quality but outta 100 there are usually at least 50 good songs 20 decent ones and 30 that I slowly begin to delete from my phone. [It isn't so bad plus it gives her new music, though she only downloads the list every few years since there are usually the same songs on the top 100 for awhile.]

What are your favorite bands? Is it stuff like Disturbed because soft metal or good rock are rarely on those lists. I also think I have some oldies on my phone...

Yeah? Fireflies are pretty cool. One time they rose John from the dead, I guess. They're legit. Fireflies can come hang any time.

[ ahh. why is he saying things? he watches the lights come and go as quickly as she made them. she's not wrong. they are pretty. it reminds him of his friends. ]

Sounds about right. Most songs on the radio are shit. [ he unplugs the headphones from his own phone, cutting short the next song that started playing, so he could plug them into her phone. ]

Drunk Sylladex, Red With Lemons, Old Domino, Hideous Shit And The Pivotal Stuff... [ casual shrug. nobody's ever heard of his favorite bands. what a fucking hipster. ] What's your most played one?

John's your best friend right? I'm glad. [You know, that he isn't dead.]

huh?

[Airy is a little sad when the song is cut off. She used to play the violin and finds that she really loves the sound. She doesn't argue, however, when he hooks up his headphones into her phone. She suddenly feels like she has to pick a good song to play; sadly the first one up is Matchbox 20, Unwell and she isn't sure if that's a good song or not.]

Oh, I don't think I've heard of any of those. I know Old Dominion but not very well. If you have any of those I'd love to hear them. [She frowns before pausing the song on her phone and gliding through the selections.] What do you want to listen too?

Or most played... ah... that isn't a good song.

[It's just a song that makes her smile.]

Yeah. My main bro for all of adolescence. I'm glad fireflies can raise the fucking dead to wind-tiers too and alternate Johns like to pop in when legendary assholes of wisdom randomly fucking explode his planet. Fuck. Nothing can kill that guy. It's like trying to kill air, which is a fantastic fucking pun and I need to share that with him. I can't imagine who else would sneak up and steal my best bro trophy from me even if the timeline gets shuffled the fuck around. Bird me could've had it but he didn't seem to count that. I almost feel bad for the dude. Whatever. You probably have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about, huh?

[ he glances at her after cutting off the song, wondering if she was actually listening to that or not with that 'huh?' should he have left it? she didn't say to so it probably wasn't that good. he blames rose and her violin if that's the case. she plays the song and he listens. ]

Old Domino. [ he tips his head down, looking through his phone to double check if he had his bands in there anymore. he pushes his glasses up with a finger when they start sliding down his nose. ] I don't have any. Left them on a different computer. [ he looks up when she stops the song. ]

I know that song. Came out when I was seven or something. MTV couldn't get enough of that shit. [ his head tips back down, going through his phone's music choices again ]

My most played is Space Jam. Just play it.

[Airy is smiling at you Dave.]

No but I like listening to it.

[She looks down at her phone and then begins to scroll through her song list. She sighs before glancing up at Dave.]

It's a Taylor Swift song. Also... I have like 6 DJ mashup's of Space Jam and the original song. [She got hooked on Quad City Jam for a while and had fun down loading remix's, her favorite is mixed with a song from Sonic.]

And my top most played song. Shake it off by Taylor Swift.

[Please don't judge.]

Seriously? I mean, I know my voice is soothing. Or at least I think it's soothing. Silence has gotta be filled with something because that shit is fucking awful so it might as well be me. And what relaxing sounds I make on to the listening pits. Like damn. Smooth like spreading melted butter on only the fluffiest of pancakes. Shit's perfect. If I sang people would cry at such beauty. But usually there's a shut up directed Daveways so I won't be offended. You don't have to be nice about it.

[ thoughtful hum ] I've got twelve mixes of Space Jam. Including one I did using a sound bite of a dog for Jade. Bark Jam. You said she revamped or something, right? What's it sound like?

Edited 2016-04-20 20:26 (UTC)

[Now Airy wants pancakes.]

I'm not being nice. I'm just being honest.

[Her lips form a slight pout before the topic of Space Jam filled her thoughts.]

Here. [Airy glides her fingers across her phone allowing a song to sound through Dave's speakers. Without realizing she's doing Airy starts swaying along to the song as if she's resisting the urge to dance. It's to embarrassing to dance, not to mention there is an IV in her arm right now.

Her lips begin to lip sync to the words however Airy isn't singing out loud. She's a decent singer but horribly self conscious.]

...Well, okay. [ he scratches his cheek with a finger. people being nice to him and paying attention. still something to get used to. airy's not a person that says things without meaning it.

he sits back in his head, crossing his arms when she starts the song. he's facing forward so it's not entirely clear he's watching her reaction to the song for most of it. she's failing to resist the urge to dance to this song that's such a feel-good pop jam, it's ridiculous. this is the kind of song, that in the past, he'd be required to dislike as a real song and probably not get to like it ironically. or would he have to shove shove it down so many layers of irony that singing along with it was the only option?

he spends the first minute mulling that over. how to comment on it without breaking a certain wall of cool before he realizes he doesn't have to do that anymore and nobody fucking cares. i'm dancing on my own. make the moves up as they go. and that's what they don't know.

airy's mouthing along. why doesn't she just sing with it? she obviously likes it. he bets she wouldn't sound half bad. but he doesn't sing along to any song he likes so he can't say a damn thing. he's tapping a finger on his arm, perfectly on beat. he turns to the headphones at the song's bridge. damn. taylor swift is breaking it down. this song is so stupidly catchy. how dare she. ]

Shake it off. Shake it off... [ the under-the-breath singing. welp. it got him. he's more than a decent singer but never uses it on anything outside of rapping. NOBODY HEARD THAT. damn taylor swift and her sick beats. time to move on. ]

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