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[A click. There's darkness, and shuffling, the sound of water being splashed around, and a very soft, very gentle curse.

Then a few seconds of silence... before the screen blasts white. It takes a second for the phone to adjust to the light itself, and when it does, blue skies and an upside down Genessia city are broadcast for a decent minute, before the screen is finally angled up at the holder.

A young man, dressed as if he'd tumbled out of some dark Victorian based funeral parlor, white as a sheet thanks to his own panic and confusion.]

... It must still be a dream...

[Apparently, he's not entirely aware of what he's looking at or what the hell its doing, because in short order that phone is flipped over to get a good look at some expensive looking boots as he decides to just... take this all one goddamn step at a time and deduce what the ever loving fuck this thing is.]

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~~[why would he want to]~~

"It's all right; I'm sorry to say that that isn't in the cards anytime soon. I could suggest a way to, at the very least, abscond from the world--Genessia--, but whether you'll go back home is dubious, and the morality is even more doubtful."

Edited 2017-07-19 04:41 (UTC)

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May I ask what the morality issue is of this possible return back home?

"Certainly: the sin of despair. As the world is interested in the willfully living, it doesn't much care for those who...don't care. So if you became like so much encrusted barnacle, it'd swiftly have nothing more to do with you and put you away. Though whether that'd be back home or some other place I don't know. All, mind, just a theory born out by pattern recognition at best."

To go home, I have to lose interest in... being alive, I take it?

You make it sound as if apathy is deadly.

Mhm; living here, anyway. And, as I said, no one's certain if "home" is where the departed go. Many hope so, but eh...

[It's kind of a depressing unknown so moving on!]

Always has been! Or at least, not especially lively.

It's not... immediately deadly, from what I've seen.

[More of a wasting sort of illness, apathy]

... Then I assume I'm not to find a way out then.

[Because fuck losing interest in being alive]

No, never is. Death by infinitesimally small degrees.

Hah, well that wouldn't be very manly, eh? If the world goes through all the trouble of inviting one--however compelling--it's only sporting to see its adventures to the end. It's like putting a book down before it's finished! Though I suppose there are some tedious books better left alone...but the world's not one of them! I think. The metaphor only goes so far.

The upshot being that I wouldn't have any designs about retreating until victory is attained.

[Whatever that looks like.]

I'd rather be at home.

... I've just wed not long ago, and despite all this talk of time... "stopping" while I am away, I would rather not spend any more time away from my wife than necessary.

Oh? Congratulations! What's the bride's name?

[He'll get around to his any day now]

Come on now, that's not very congenial. There's plenty of people worth meeting here, you know, if you give the world a chance. I mean, I know the tang of nostalgia and fond wishes for the past, but I've not yet seen that do any one any good.

Katrina.

[And he misses her and wants her back this is not fair]

As lovely as this world may be and as non-congenial as it is, I have my preferences, and I will continue to have them.

[Even if they mean jack shit]

Ehhah, goodness.

[A name meaning either "pure"--in which case, lucky him--or "torture". God have mercy on his soul.]

I understand; no place like home--well, to a point.

Ah! But I haven't asked for your name. What is it?

[He'd head for pure in this case]

Goodness?

[What's that supposed to mean, Ted?]

Ichabod Crane.

Hah, well, does she remind you more of a saint or a wheel?

[His first thought upon hearing that name was that his parents must not have liked him very much. The following thoughts wondered: could it be that one? Part of him hoped not; fictional characters coming into the world made Ted wonder if he, too, were not some figment of another's imagination. But he dropped that existential matter to try and piece the puzzle together. The wife matched, though wedding her at all didn't. He didn't look like him; not very crane-ish. Neither tall nor lanky; the nose isn't nearly long enough. Might as well get to the bottom of this.]

"...huh! Tell me, did you originally hail from Connecticut? Were you a pedagogue? Can you teach and sing psalms very well? Do your thoughts often incline towards the bounty of Dutch farmers, especially their victuals?"

Edited 2017-07-21 01:30 (UTC)

Katrina? She's surely a saint, I've never met a woman as beautiful, kind and pure as she is.

[Now sir, that is a series of very odd questions. He blinks owlishly at him for a moment, trying to interject through the rapid fire line of questions.

Goodness you do talk fast]

I'm a constable, from the Central Park precinct in New York.

I could recite the psalms from my youth, but I don't usually find reason to, and I'd... I'm not pedantic.

[Jerk]

I could answer a great deal on Dutch farmers, but I cannot say I've been overly concerned with their cooking.

Ah, that's good to hear. Wouldn't do to have a chatty Kathy, eh?

[Sure is fun, fondly remembering the wife he's not seeing again in the foreseeable future.]

Born and raised? Same city one's whole life?

Haha, didn't say you were! Pedagogic, rather. You know, a schoolteacher? Though I suppose keeping the peace on the streets wouldn't leave much time for doing so in the classroom. Makes one wonder which is more trying.

Hmm...

[It's definitely not a 1-to-1 correspondence. Time to ask about the most distinguishing feature of Crane.]

Are you very interested in the supernatural? Ghost stories, and so on? Perhaps a little better read about witchcraft and things than a proper Christian soul really ought to be?

I wouldn't have minded either way.

[Don't you talk shit about his wife]

I was raised in Connecticut, but I can hardly call it my home anymore.

As hard as I try to educate the local departments on appropriate criminology and standard problem solving, that's not what pays my salary, no.

[OOF]

... I didn't ask to meet the horseman, if that's what you're implying.

[He'll get off your wife presently, don't you worry]

Ahaha, I don't think anyone does. Headless, I assume?

He was, and I'll assure you I am not mad. There is an entire town who would attest to it.

[Ichabod, sweetie he didn't say you were crazy]

Oh, no doubt! And they're sure it really was that deceased Hessian, and not some prank by Brom Bones?

[He was about to answer, and then hit a stumbling block, because-]

... How do you know of all this?

And Brom?

Brom Van Brunt, that roistering rapscallion. Doesn't ring any bells?

[He'll get to how he knows ~~never~~ eventually]

Brom is dead.

[Blunt and quick]

Oh...I'm, ah, sorry to hear that.

[Ichabod sure doesn't seem sorry to say it, but then, being a rival suitor who alpha'd Ichabod constantly, he supposed that might be natural.]

What, er, happened to him? Oh, and what year was it, last you remember?

[He isn't happy he's dead but Ichabod has issues with conveying feelings]

He-

[There it is. The cop attitude is shaken for a moment, there's a pause as he takes a breath]

He was murdered.

[And happy to move from that subject-]

The year is newly 1800.

..Oh.

[Nothing to add; moving on! The short story had gotten darker than he thought. Stranger, too. There were too many coincidences to be a coincidence, yet not enough of them to match perfectly. Time for thinking out loud.]

The years, location, and names match. The aesthetic, spirit, and marital status don't. Someone's taking liberties. Irving, or perhaps God. What on earth...

[He relents after a while, content to be agnostic. Also it's probably polite to be attentive to the other human being on the line.]

Ah! Well, you may be in for something of a culture shock, then, for things have come a long way since the patent office. Thank you for being so candid about your past; might I be able to assist you presently?

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