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*A man, or at least a humanoid shape in a robe, is people-watching from a dark corner. That only holds its interest for a few minutes even here, however, so before long it comes up with a few questions.*

What do you hunger for most, and what is the most hungry you have ever been? What are the best and worst things you have eaten, be it in morals or simply taste?

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From:

clockwork_doc

Hmmm. Complicated questions. Fortunately we should have some time to ponder them -- and relieve any current hunger too, at least a bit.

[And here's Doc again, carrying a plate -- and trailed by some new people! There's two young men -- one short, brown-haired, and blue-eyed; the other tall, black-haired, and brown-eyed, and incredibly pale to boot -- one young woman -- dark-haired and green-eyed, about the height of the first young man -- and one little girl -- brown-haired and brown-eyed, with a chubby face and a curious sense of 'otherness' about her. They all regard Mr. Eaten with varying degrees of shock and curiosity. Doc smiles a touch awkwardly] Ah, yes, they were curious -- meet the family.

From:

thelightontheedgeofsleep

It's been a very long time since so many people were eager to meet me. A very long time indeed. *A bony, taloned hand reaches for the plate.* I am Mr. Eaten, at least for now. Do introduce yourselves, if you please?

From:

save_us_alice

[the plate contains the requested potatoes, along with some cutlery if Mr. Eaten chooses to use it]

[the green-eyed woman takes the lead] Hello Mr. Eaten, I'm Alice Brown. [taking the tall pale man's hand] This is my husband, Victor.

[Victor, shyly] H-hello. I'm Doc's son.

[the shorter man] I'm Marty McFly, Doc's sort-of adopted nephew.

[and the little girl] And I'm Dee Brown! [tilts her head] You've got a lot of time on you.

From:

thelightontheedgeofsleep

*Mr. Eaten eats, despite the fact that this should be impossible for a skeleton to do so. Where the food goes, who can say?

*He holds out a bone hand with long talons.* This is slightly overwhelming, I must admit. The closest I get to having a lot of people around me is the Chapel of Lights, and even then I'm not in the chapel itself.

Edited Date: 2018-03-28 02:48 am (UTC)

From:

save_us_alice

[nobody has any theories to advance, although there is some interested watching from Dee -- reminds of her when she eats, then turns back into the DeLorean. Nobody's quite sure where the food goes then either (although Doc's theorized her stomach probably corresponds to the fuel tank)]

Victor: [looking a bit embarrassed, as is his wont] I'm sorry -- w-we're not crowding you, are we?

Marty: I'm pretty sure he just means he isn't used to having a lot of people around.

Alice: Spending your days down a well dreaming of revenge against the compatriots who betrayed you and driving most everyone who comes near mad isn't really conducive to company, no. [does he mean to shake hands? She'll risk it; she's already gone mad, so. . .]

From:

thelightontheedgeofsleep

*He seems pleased and a bit startled that someone is willing to shake his hand.* Certainly not such company, no. There are the ones who want a cause, and see revenge on my behalf as a decent one. There are those who grieve for what was done. There are those who are trying to become me, or to be possessed by me. Those who see me somehow as inspiration.

Even of them, few are mad enough to come down to where I am and speak to me in person. It is so very kind of you to be here.

From:

deadgirlslikeme

Marty: [tilts his head] Who the heck -- you didn't want to become you.

Alice: Thinking logically is not the realm of the mad. Take it from someone who was in an asylum for ten years. . .and who once went after her wrists with a spoon thinking it was what her parents would have wanted.

Victor: [wraps his arm around her] Mmm. . .well, after Doc told us about you, it -- well, it seems right to come and say hello. We were all newcomers here once. . .and it's not like we aren't all odd in our own ways. [looking Eaten up and down] Perhaps not to y-your level, but. . .

Dee: [nods] I'm actually a car.

From:

thelightontheedgeofsleep

It appears that enough dreams of what happened to me can make people think they're me too. That and it acts as a sort of testimonial on what was done, which may yet be of help in my reckoning. *He raises an eyebrow at Alice's comment.* I believe that Bedlam is now a fine hotel in Fallen London, although madmen still get in free. The manager is the King of the First City, whose lost love is Polythreme.

Very few people are normal, paradox though that may be. I can hardly deny, however, that I outdo any human I've ever heard tell of on that score.

Cars are not known to me. Are they of the Surface, the future or both? I would imagine both, for my Seekers are far and wide in the Neath and I have some small knowledge of the future--Irem is like that, you know. But I forget myself! I've already asked enough questions.

Edited Date: 2018-03-28 06:42 am (UTC)

From:

dee_lorean81

Marty: [fidgeting] . . .That's -- pretty disturbing.

Doc: There's little in the Neath that isn't, at least from what I've heard. It's a very -- curious place.

Alice: I can believe that. [raises an eyebrow back at Eaten] A hotel? I don't think I'd want to stay there, even if it was free. Though it doesn't really matter in my case -- I was incarcerated in Rutledge Asylum, not Bethlehem Hospital.

Victor: [small smile] That's true. I've started to wonder just who it is who decides what's normal. I guess in my home village it was Pastor Galswells. . .which might explain why it was often such a joyless place.

Dee: [grinning] I wouldn't know normal if it bit me in the butt. [to Eaten] Nah, it's okay! This is the questiony part of the Nexus -- you're supposed to ask! And yeah, both -- here, let me show you! [she runs a few feet away, and then --

Welp, Mr. Eaten isn't likely to recognize it, but there's a shiny silver DeLorean sitting where she was standing. It flaps its doors and honks its horn]

From:

thelightontheedgeofsleep

Curious is putting it rather mildly, but yes. Things are unlikely to get better, either, for the Liberation of Night is advancing always and a reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely. Not even close to indefinitely, for the cities fall apace.

I wonder if you would prefer a Smiling Priest. But no, he’s more apt to make your old one look good indeed . . .

How strange. A sort of automatic conveyance, I presume. And now for my other questions, I suppose?

From:

clockwork_doc

Doc: [turning a bit pink as his elbows steam] I thought "terrifying" might be a bit insulting.

Alice: I think he knows just how dangerous the place he haunts is, Doc. [tilts head] The Liberation of Night?

Victor: Er -- well, it would certainly be different. I'm not sure Galswells has ever smiled.

Marty: Yeah, but do you want one where you don't know what he's smiling about. . . [nodding as Dee honks again] Yeah, basically.

Doc: Think "motorized carriage" and you'll have the basic gist of it. [thoughtful] What you were asking before might take a bit of pondering. . .but I think I can safely say I've always hungered most for knowledge. [glances back at the dissipating steam] Not always to good result.

From:

thelightontheedgeofsleep

In a world where sunlight is law, what do you suppose anarchists immediately try to do? If your first guess was ‘blow up the sun,’ good job; you can think like a true Neath-dweller.

The Smiling Priest runs the Chapel of Lights. My chapel, where those who cause trouble are given to me. *He cannot entirely force the pleasure from his deeply shrill voice.* I am hunger. I am the voice in their dreams. They may be mad, but they are mine and I love them. I have naught else left to love and they have no one else to be loved by. All the same, I don’t think you would have enjoyed growing up in my worship—even if you lived.

I eat dreams and colors and sacrifices. When a particularly foolish Dauntless Temperance Campaigner decided that pouring prisoner’s honey down wells was a plan with no flaw nor any possibility of error, I ate that too. She really was quite foolish . . .

Edited Date: 2018-03-29 05:50 am (UTC)

From:

museicalmarty

Alice: Ah. Yes, I guess that makes a twisted sort of sense. How they're supposed to get at the sun is of course an entirely different matter. Particularly if sunlight is law and thus they'd be forced to obey the moment they stepped out in it. . .which is actually a rather depressing thought. I like sunlight, but I don't like the idea of it forcing something on me.

Victor: [gives her a little squeeze, his other hand pulling at his tie] Me either. . .and, ah, I don't think I would have, no. Not if -- well, Doc told us a bit of what your S-Seekers do. You may love them, but still. . .

Marty: Yeah, no offense, but I'm really glad your whatever that causes that doesn't work here. [you couldn't have gotten him within a mile of Mr. Eaten otherwise. . .he scratches his head] I'm guessing that honey just made you all the stronger or something? Made the nightmares worse?

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