nineteen ➢ text + private + spam

[patheticvillain]

I need help with a project.

private } zane, barron, & the non-existent philip (because hope springs eternal)

I'm bored. When are we actually going to do something interesting?

spam } open

[Cassel spends most of his time, even now, out on deck and in the gardens. He looks extremely worried and vulnerable, which is 25% calculated and 75% natural - he's not very good at hiding his emotions yet. As always, he wears gloves, and appears constantly on the lookout for attack.]

[Alternately, find him trying fruitlessly to break into your cabin. Seriously. Any cabin. At all.]



( ooc; cassel is eight, responses will come from brothermayi. )

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[brothermayi]

That's the other reason you like me. 'Cause I can tell things like that.

[venturemistborn]

Why else would I want to escape here?

I don't like where I come from. So I dream I'm here.

[brothermayi]

You're not dreaming. This place is real.

[venturemistborn]

Fine. It's real.

[ He doesn't care if it is or not. Though he finds it hard to believe. ]

[brothermayi]

I know I'm real. I can tell.

[venturemistborn]

How?

[brothermayi]

Because when you're not talking to me I still go around and do other things. Like eat or watch movies or whatever. I don't just disappear when you're not looking at me.

[venturemistborn]

You could just be saying that.

It doesn't matter, anyway.

[brothermayi]

Why doesn't it matter?

[venturemistborn]

[ Because it's not real. But the circular reasoning frustrates Zane as much as it might frustrate Cassel. ]

Never mind.

Would you rather be here or somewhere else?

[brothermayi]

I need to find my mother.

But I also don't want to.

So, here but not here.

[venturemistborn]

I've never met my mother.