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Who Alex Reagan and You.
What: Alex needing company while she's being bored out of her mind and supposed to be taking it easy for a week.
When: Whenever you want it set for this week period!
Where:Howard's her and Strand's house
Warnings: None.
[Alex Reagan was not a still person by any means. She was someone who normally was a ball of energy, even when she was entirely sleep deprived and exhibiting all sort of bad judgment. Even the nights where she couldn't sleep, Alex got up, did work, did something so she wasn't just... laying there and not doing anything. This was something that she was seriously having a problem with after she'd spent the first day following the rescue basically sleeping and not being aware of the world. But now that at least some of that sleep debt had been paid off, Alex was bored, and restless and had proclaimed to Richard that she was losing her mind more than once.
Because she'd tried to work, he'd taken away her devices, which reminded her of being home when she was supposed to not use her electronics after ten pm. It was frustrating, because she was a god damn adult, but she'd also agreed to take it easy if he didn't push for her to go to the hospital. It wasn't Alex's fault that she couldn't manage to simply be stubborn and wear him down until he let her go back to normal. Nope, it was all Richard's.
Still, she'd managed to compromise for the big and comfy sofa and company so it wasn't a total loss. After all, she'd declared, that she didn't want random people in their bedroom, and she knew that he'd agreed, because well, Strand was private, save for when Alex put him under a microscope and she was making a good faith effort not to do that anymore. At least not here.
So, when people showed up to the stupidly ornate Victorian house that was still in the process of being put together inside, they were greeted by a annoyed Strand who informed them that "The insufferable one is over there on the couch. You deal with her. You may need wine, or scotch." Before he retreated to a nearby room. And when they came into the living room, Alex was propped up on pillows, and her bruises were in various shades of fading, and she just chirped out as if they were her best friend in the world even though they may not be:]
Hey!
What: Alex needing company while she's being bored out of her mind and supposed to be taking it easy for a week.
When: Whenever you want it set for this week period!
Where:
Warnings: None.
[Alex Reagan was not a still person by any means. She was someone who normally was a ball of energy, even when she was entirely sleep deprived and exhibiting all sort of bad judgment. Even the nights where she couldn't sleep, Alex got up, did work, did something so she wasn't just... laying there and not doing anything. This was something that she was seriously having a problem with after she'd spent the first day following the rescue basically sleeping and not being aware of the world. But now that at least some of that sleep debt had been paid off, Alex was bored, and restless and had proclaimed to Richard that she was losing her mind more than once.
Because she'd tried to work, he'd taken away her devices, which reminded her of being home when she was supposed to not use her electronics after ten pm. It was frustrating, because she was a god damn adult, but she'd also agreed to take it easy if he didn't push for her to go to the hospital. It wasn't Alex's fault that she couldn't manage to simply be stubborn and wear him down until he let her go back to normal. Nope, it was all Richard's.
Still, she'd managed to compromise for the big and comfy sofa and company so it wasn't a total loss. After all, she'd declared, that she didn't want random people in their bedroom, and she knew that he'd agreed, because well, Strand was private, save for when Alex put him under a microscope and she was making a good faith effort not to do that anymore. At least not here.
So, when people showed up to the stupidly ornate Victorian house that was still in the process of being put together inside, they were greeted by a annoyed Strand who informed them that "The insufferable one is over there on the couch. You deal with her. You may need wine, or scotch." Before he retreated to a nearby room. And when they came into the living room, Alex was propped up on pillows, and her bruises were in various shades of fading, and she just chirped out as if they were her best friend in the world even though they may not be:]
Hey!
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Thank you—forgive me, I certainly did not mean to imply any importunate behaviour on your part. It is simply that ...
[ A pause. ]
Have you ever heard, in your world, of the Franklin Expedition?
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[Which is definitely an understatement. There's a reason the love of her life calls her things like 'annoyingly persistent' and 'insufferable'. He's been dealing with the brunt of these things for the last three years. Alex has moments (a lot of moments) of being both.
For a minute, Alex just closes her eyes to think. Unfortunately, she's not Strand with his encyclopedia of knowledge in his head.]
Honestly, and I'm sorry, I don't think I've heard much of anything about it. I mean, maybe a mention in school history, but it was a long time ago.
[And she couldn't just hit wikipedia for it.]
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I have wondered if it is common knowledge. Of course, it seems that there are many different versions of the known universe here—a multi-universe, as it were—and perhaps the expedition does not exist in others.
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Not having wikipedia sucks.]
It's certainly possible that it doesn't. I mean, I'm pretty sure there are at least five or six separate universes from mine that are from similar years and stuff but things are vastly different, even for some of the similarities in them.
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This is all a great deal of information to keep abreast of.
[ A pause, and he makes a decision. As he speaks, he chooses his words carefully, and it might be obvious that he's eliding the worst, but the worst can wait for when he trusts her more. ]
I may as well tell you. Before I came here, I sailed with the Royal Navy Discovery Service as assistant surgeon and naturalist on the HMS Erebus, under the command of Sir John Franklin. She sailed into the Arctic, alongside the HMS Terror, on a mission of exploration to map a passage through the Arctic to the Orient.
We became trapped in the ice, and were ultimately forced to abandon ship. We struck out for what we hoped would be safety, but ...
[ How to say it. ]
I do not think we succeeded.
[ There are volumes of grief and loss in that sentence. ]
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[Alex just nodded for a moment and leaned forward to listen, her eyes and attention focused entirely on him as he told the story. Alex frowned when he said that he didn't think they succeeded, and then she leaned over and put her hand on his arm and gave him a squeeze.]
I'm so sorry. Have you thought about trying to find out from people if you did? Or is it something that you don't want to know?
[If she failed, Alex didn't think she'd want to know.]
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I have thought to ask, but ... I want to know, and yet I fear the answer.
[ He's afraid that they will be remembered for the madness and misery into which they descended. That those who came after will have discovered the desperate means that the men resorted to, for survival. He wanted to be remembered, but not like that. ]
Eventually I suppose I must know. Else someone shall tell me unthinkingly, and I would not like to find out that way.
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Still, she frowned at the idea of someone else just blurting out what's to come, and shook her head quickly.]
That would be a terrible way of finding out, I wouldn't want to find out that way either. Either way, it seems like a terrible choice you're going to have to make, Harry. I know I wouldn't want someone to make it for me.
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You are right—it is better, I suppose, that I take control of my own destiny, as it were. I shall do so in time.
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[Alex says with a grin and gestures towards the shelving lining the walls.]
Most of it has to do with the occult and whatnot, but I'm sure there's some encyclopedias around here if nothing else.
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[ He looks around. ]
It is a very impressive library.
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[Alex looks around then, and offers a smile.]
I'm afraid I can't take credit for it. It's all Richard and the Strands who did it.
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This is—Mr Strand's actual house?
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[Like her suitcase in the front hall along with her own personal laptop and stuff.]
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[ He's imagining now a house-shaped spot on the ground in the city that Alex and Richard come from. ]
Does this happen often?
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I think it's pulled honestly. It would make the most sense with the portal, and the way everything was when we last were there. I know back home I'm originally from two months before Richard was, and yet I was still there and still doing things and still being me, so I'm guessing that it just pulls them out at the exact moment and then puts them back when you go?
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So it vanishes from its place of origin, and returns all but instantaneously, such that those at home would never be the wiser?
Time is a stranger thing than I realised. This place is stranger than I realised.
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[The words come with a gentle smile, because she gets it, Harry, she definitely does. But unfortunately it doesn't change what it is.]
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I suppose I shall learn to ... if not become accustomed to it, then to at least be less constantly disturbed.