You say you want a revolution
Characters: Those two again: Ben/Luke Skywalker (marrymarajade) and Genius/Topher Brink (man_genius)
Date/Time: April 23rd
Location: Medical (again)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Genius gets dream dusted and accidentally takes Ben down with him.
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The whole thing had started as a letter taped to his door, curled around a vial filled with rainbow sand. The words written on the small letter were burned into Genius' memory, like dark ink stains on a pristine carpet.
Take the future into your own hands. Start a revolution. Spread the knowledge. Give this to the one you trust.
As if that weren't enough, Etched into the glass of the vial, not an easy feat in of itself, was his name. Just to make sure there was no confusion, no way to deny his new connection to the mysterious shadowy unknown and unspecified revolution. It was etched into the freak'n glass.
After all the things that had happen to him just in the last three months, not to mention the last year and a half, there was literally nothing left to say about this offering other than a single expletive.
FUCK.
Why. WHY HIM. Why choose him for this when there were so many other suicidal wannabe heroes running around the sphere, just itching for a fight? He was depressed and post traumatic-ish yes but suicidal? NO! He liked LIVING thank you very much, in fact he was more worried about his friends tendency to corpseify themeslves than himself. He wasn't a revolutionary! Like there was revolutionaries and then there was him, AT THE OPPOSITE END OF THE SPECTRUM! Future? What future? Give to the one he trusted? TRUST NO ONE.
It also didn't help that the ones he did trust had also found themselves 'gifted'. Maybe he was being targeted because he hung around with the wrong people? He always knew Gai and Bell would bring trouble to his life. Was it because they had lived the longest in the sphere? Was this random?
Whatever the reason, Genius had no intention of passing the sand to anyone, regardless of some stupid note. He sure as hell did not want to go into another cocoon for another coma (WTF was up with this place and cocoons?!) so his only option left was to get rid of the vial. Somehow. But of course, everything he had tried so far had failed.
First he tried tossing the vial off of a bridge. It reappeared magically in his pocket ten minutes later. He tried to bury it in the s-yard and found it under his pillow later that night. A trip to the aquarium had left his desk drawer wet and covered with seaweed. Nothing seemed to work. But on the plus side, nothing seemed to activate the sand either. Uncorking the bottle didn't magically send him into the land of nod nor did shaking it, singing to it or threatening to boil it.
So this had given him his current idea--spread the rainbow sand across a field and bury it. Of course there were few fields that Genius had knowledge and easy access to--being a recluse with several crippling phobias tended to limited the outdoor places you frequented. He decided the best he could do was a small untouched patch of land next to the medical crops on Wellspring. It was close enough to work to appear innocent and he could easily label the area with a quarantine sign and make up a believable story. A chemical accident gone wrong in the lab. Or maybe it was just a particular compost patch for a fake illness. Or it was his personal stash of weed. Whatever.
This had to work. Cause otherwise he was out of ideas.
Date/Time: April 23rd
Location: Medical (again)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Genius gets dream dusted and accidentally takes Ben down with him.
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The whole thing had started as a letter taped to his door, curled around a vial filled with rainbow sand. The words written on the small letter were burned into Genius' memory, like dark ink stains on a pristine carpet.
Take the future into your own hands. Start a revolution. Spread the knowledge. Give this to the one you trust.
As if that weren't enough, Etched into the glass of the vial, not an easy feat in of itself, was his name. Just to make sure there was no confusion, no way to deny his new connection to the mysterious shadowy unknown and unspecified revolution. It was etched into the freak'n glass.
After all the things that had happen to him just in the last three months, not to mention the last year and a half, there was literally nothing left to say about this offering other than a single expletive.
FUCK.
Why. WHY HIM. Why choose him for this when there were so many other suicidal wannabe heroes running around the sphere, just itching for a fight? He was depressed and post traumatic-ish yes but suicidal? NO! He liked LIVING thank you very much, in fact he was more worried about his friends tendency to corpseify themeslves than himself. He wasn't a revolutionary! Like there was revolutionaries and then there was him, AT THE OPPOSITE END OF THE SPECTRUM! Future? What future? Give to the one he trusted? TRUST NO ONE.
It also didn't help that the ones he did trust had also found themselves 'gifted'. Maybe he was being targeted because he hung around with the wrong people? He always knew Gai and Bell would bring trouble to his life. Was it because they had lived the longest in the sphere? Was this random?
Whatever the reason, Genius had no intention of passing the sand to anyone, regardless of some stupid note. He sure as hell did not want to go into another cocoon for another coma (WTF was up with this place and cocoons?!) so his only option left was to get rid of the vial. Somehow. But of course, everything he had tried so far had failed.
First he tried tossing the vial off of a bridge. It reappeared magically in his pocket ten minutes later. He tried to bury it in the s-yard and found it under his pillow later that night. A trip to the aquarium had left his desk drawer wet and covered with seaweed. Nothing seemed to work. But on the plus side, nothing seemed to activate the sand either. Uncorking the bottle didn't magically send him into the land of nod nor did shaking it, singing to it or threatening to boil it.
So this had given him his current idea--spread the rainbow sand across a field and bury it. Of course there were few fields that Genius had knowledge and easy access to--being a recluse with several crippling phobias tended to limited the outdoor places you frequented. He decided the best he could do was a small untouched patch of land next to the medical crops on Wellspring. It was close enough to work to appear innocent and he could easily label the area with a quarantine sign and make up a believable story. A chemical accident gone wrong in the lab. Or maybe it was just a particular compost patch for a fake illness. Or it was his personal stash of weed. Whatever.
This had to work. Cause otherwise he was out of ideas.