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reality_crossroads2020-07-01 04:43 pm
palmerthing) wrote in reality_crossroads2020-07-01 04:43 pm
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*There's one more new person for the Nexus today. He stumbles in looking more than a bit freaked out, but to be fair he's been having one Hell of a day. When he sees that he's no longer where he was he doesn't even bother to be properly confused, instead slumping into a chair and lighting up.* Bunch of paranoid fucking lunatics, man. If I never go back there it'll be too soon.
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I am totally going to make up for lost time. Maybe see if I can't fix some of the old Palmer's problems, too, now that I don't have to be exactly like he was. I love being me, but there are undeniably a few issues he was using this stuff to self-medicate for. *He runs that sentence through his head again and frowns.* I think I got the pronouns mixed up there somewhere. Or maybe English needs a few new ones. Eh, good enough.
I think if I picked the fruit it would be soon enough. Not sure how long cells stay alive after they've been separated from the main body, but a few minutes shouldn't kill it. You're right that I have to be careful, though. I'm kind of a walking apocalypse, aren't I?
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No, I think -- I think you actually got it right. I mean, the Palmer using the weed before isn't the Palmer you are now, even if you've got his memories and all that. Makes sense to refer to that Palmer as "he." I think. [he rubs his face] Maybe English does need new pronouns. But yeah, as long as you've got the body and the memories -- might as well try to fix some of that stuff.
[raising an eyebrow] There's a reason MacCready was willing to freeze to death at the end rather than go looking for help and risk any Thing-ness getting spread around, yeah. What we really gotta figure out is how infectious you are. I mean, I know touching you is probably a bad idea. . . [hence why he's standing where he is]
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It's disconcerting as Hell, but it does feel more accurate. I wish it didn't. *He hates wondering what became of the original Palmer's mind. It makes him feel guilty.* At least I don't have to worry about sleeping anymore, the new me can sleep one part at a time. No dreams.
I hope I'm not that infectious. *He frowns.* Considering that the dogthing licking me was enough to start the process, though . . . fuck, yeah, best if you not risk it. I need to avoid getting cut, too. If a head can walk on its own then my blood would probably thrash around like, well, something out of a horror movie.
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Yeah, I can bet. . .like I said, don't envy what's going on in your head right now. [he nods a little, sighing, as Palmer talks about not needing to sleep the standard way] That I do kinda envy. Me and Doc have our fair share of nightmares about shit. Wouldn't mind being able to just skip doing the standard eight hours and work on songs and stuff instead. . .
[trying to make a joke] Just don't lick me, then? [more serious] But yeah, best not to risk it. [then, shifting from foot to foot as Palmer mentions the blood thing] Uh, yeah, I can tell you that it would. Comes up in the movie -- they start doing blood tests to see who's still human, and Thing blood -- well, it doesn't like fire any more than the rest of you, if I remember the test right.
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Yeah. I, he, Palmer's memories of Vietnam aren't exactly the greatest, for all that he was just a field mechanic. Yelling at someone that if he keeps shooting at civilians 'I'm' going to throw him out of the damn helicopter. Trying to fix a rotor in the middle of the jungle with someone screaming in 'my' ear. Shit like that. He did everything he could to be drummed out, mind you, and he did only do one tour thanks to being an insubordinate jackass whenever possible. Then he became a war protester. You have to admire the guy for that.
No, I--I won't. *Although he is hungry, dammit. He hastily looks away from Marty. Not food, not food, not food . . .* Oh. I'm glad not to be there for that. I was really not looking forward to getting exposed, and that sounds like it would do it. I sabotaged the first idea for a blood test for just that reason.
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[Oooh dear. Maybe getting on the subject of food was a bad idea, given the way he's acting now] Yeah, that definitely would have blown your cover. [he shifts from foot to foot] You -- need me to go? Before something -- happens?
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The only thing I've had to eat so far was a little of the blood when I shredded the blood bags. A few desperate sips. Other than that I've never eaten anything, period. Nothing fresh in Antarctica, remember? *He runs a hand through his hair.* You said there's an orchard here somewhere, yeah?
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Right, yeah. . .and there is. And the nice thing about the Nexus is, you don't need directions -- you just start walking while thinking of where you want to go, and it kinda just pops up for you. It's pretty convenient.
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Sweet. *He stands, slowly enough that Marty can move away if he likes.* I'd invite you to come with, but somehow I doubt you would accept. Too much potential for harm.
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[Marty does back away a little] Yeah, sorry -- probably for the best if you eat alone, just -- to be careful. But seriously, I hope the fruit does the trick.
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