New(ish) Father Blues

[deadgirlslikeme]

Victor Brown (formerly Van Dort) looks a bit harried when he enters the Nexus -- or, perhaps more accurately, like he really needs a vacation. And about a full day's worth of sleep. He heads to a nearby plush sofa (apparently the place noted the darker-than-usual circles under his eyes and felt sorry for him) and collapses on it with a sigh. "Oh dear. . .does anyone have any tips on how to handle tantrums?" he asks, looking around with a grimace. "Because Chester. . .well, he's started getting grabby, and if you take whatever he's grabbed away from him, he just -- how do babies cry so loud?"

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[palmerthing]

I mean, an unhappy life certainly wouldn't help your opinion of it. But then I never really liked my day either, man. *A pause as he adjusts his thoughts a bit.* No, no, he didn't like his day. I didn't exactly exist during the Vietnam War. I think. Fuck, this is way too confusing.

Things didn't end too badly, then. And now you're married, you got a kid, seems like a pretty good life.

[deadgirlslikeme]

It certainly doesn't. . .and in a sense, you sort of did? Though I don't imagine you were doing anything during it. Well, the Thing part wasn't, obviously Palmer -- you're right, this is confusing.

No, fortunately not. As far as I can tell, the King's happily off in Wonderland now with his Queen -- Alice ended up bringing her back to keep each other out of trouble. [he smiles] And yes, it really is. Alice is -- she's been worth every hardship. And Chester. . .well, when he's not having meltdowns, it's nice to be a father.

[palmerthing]

The original Thing was still frozen and Palmer was living his life. My life. Whatever. But that's sort of like saying that you existed when your parents were kids, isn't it?

I'm sure it's wonderful to be a father, but I'll never know. I would almost certainly kill someone if I so much as kissed them, and being around a child? Man oh man oh fucking man. I ain't exactly planning on that. I don't want to create a childthing.

[deadgirlslikeme]

. . .That takes on a different connotation when your cousin is sort-of from a time travel movie about needing to get his parents back together. [smile] But yes, I see what you mean.

[his expression softens and saddens as Palmer goes on] Yes, that wouldn't be -- good. I'm sorry, though. It sounds like you're living a very lonely existence.

[palmerthing]

Yeah, it does. Time travel is a mess like that.

It's gonna be seriously lonely for what may be a very long time.

[deadgirlslikeme]

It really is, from what I saw of the movies. Then again, Dad and Marty didn't really have any better of a time in their world. . .

[Victor nods -- then his expression turns thoughtful] I -- I might have a way for us to get a little closer. It's just -- it's kind of strange, and we'll probably have to take a few precautions. . .and I still technically wouldn't be able to touch you, just -- it would be in a different way?

[palmerthing]

Yeah, traditional faeries aren't the nicest.

Better precautions than nothing.

[deadgirlslikeme]

Oh, Marty told you a bit, then. . .they really aren't. I still can't believe they survived some of what was done to them. . .

Yes, of course. [he fiddles with his fingers] You see, I -- how do I explain? W-when I was first taken way from my home universe, I was pulled through something called "The Rift." It's this s-strange gap between worlds, and whoever passes through it ends up -- changed. And I got this s-strange ability where -- um -- well, I can leave my body and w-wander around as a ghost, essentially.

[palmerthing]

*He raises an eyebrow, then smiles.* I could touch a ghost. Well, not touch exactly. But close.

Thank you.

[deadgirlslikeme]

Heh, yes, that's exactly what I thought. So yes, I'd be happy to do that. Just -- before I do. . .would having my body just lying here be -- b-bad? I don't want to cause you any undue stress. . .or temptation.

[palmerthing]

I think I'd be too busy talking to you. I'll tell you if it starts to be too much.

[deadgirlslikeme]

All right then. [he takes a deep breath --

And just like that, goes limp against the couch, looking like a puppet with its strings cut. Well, except for the fact that a green, ghostly version of Victor is now standing before it. He gives Palmer a little wave as he slowly approaches] So -- yes. Hi.

[palmerthing]

*Palmer grins, because this is fucking cool and because this is someone he can't infect. Someone who can . . . well, not touch him exactly. But the next thing to it.* Hey there, man!

[deadgirlslikeme]

[Victor can't help but smile back] Nice to finally have a use for this that isn't "getting me unpossessed."

[palmerthing]

Glad I could help. *He reaches out a hand. Even the ghost of touch is a relief.*

[deadgirlslikeme]

Yes, same here. [Victor does the same, his green fingers passing through Palmer's more substantial ones. He doesn't really feel cold, like you might expect a ghost to -- more lukewarm]

[palmerthing]

*It feels nice, though not as warm as a living person.* I think this may be the first time that I, me, deliberately touched another person. There were a couple of times that I did it without thinking, and people bumped into me and stuff, but actually reaching out and . . . yeah, man, this is it. This is all.

[deadgirlslikeme]

[Yeah, Victor's sort of on the edge in his current state] Glad I can help. Even if I'm not as solid as you might like.

[palmerthing]

Shit, man, it's fine. It's good. *He flexes his hand, turns it over.* It's great, man, thank you.

[deadgirlslikeme]

[That makes him smile] You're welcome! Didn't think I'd use this form again after faking my death back home. . .

[palmerthing]

Well now you have a use for it. You ever see me around, just do this and we can hang out without worrying about all the alien bullshit.

[deadgirlslikeme]

Exactly! Rather hard to infect a ghost with anything.

[palmerthing]

Is your body totally dead when you leave it? *There's probably no way to be sure, though, so he'll keep well away. Best to stay away even if it is, so the guy can't be infected afterwards.*

[deadgirlslikeme]

I -- I'm not sure. [he looks over at himself, still slumped on the couch] I'm a-afraid I can't really check because if I touch it again, I'll pop back inside. But I -- I don't think I'm d-dead dead. More -- suspended? [he grimaces] It's c-close enough to dead that I had a few n-nightmares about it being taken to the morgue when I first discovered I could do this.

[palmerthing]

I won't touch, don't worry. Even if I can't infect you now, if you come back to life with my cells still living on your skin . . . not a good thing to test. *He tears his eyes away from the worryingly unmoving lump.* For what it's worth you don't look interesting now.