"You're out of bacon," she said blandly as he passed, not looking up from A Letter of Mary, the next book in her tedium-driven headlong rush through his shelves.
His half-empty shelves. On his half-empty walls. The main room of the gallary had a stripped look about it, inconspicuous paintings and sculptures missing from every corner. And the jukebox was gone.
His voice didn't sound quite the same. The cadence, pronunciation, everything else was exactly as she'd grown accustomed to, but the pitch and timbre....
"I didn't ask why you moved them, I asked where. Though if you've gone and 'confiscated' them, I highly doubt you'll tell me, so there's nothing for it but to go and look for them myself."
V did just that, opening doors and looking inside rooms with a dogged patience that spoke of a desperate grasping at distraction.
She followed him, still reading. It didn't take him long to find the room with a handmade sign marking its contents as the property of DoOM. It was rudely locked by the expedient of a wedge of wood pounded securely into the latch.
"No. I simply need to keep a closer eye on the company I keep when I'm not here."
Slumped a touch melodramatically in the chair, it might be a little more apparent, by the unfastened outer clothing, that something is ... different about V. Something that now isn't exactly consistent with masculinity.
She eyed him, trying to determine if that was a trick of the light. Because it wasn't possible. She'd seen his bare chest, hindering helping the unpleasant Mr. Snape. Unless....
"Are you a transvestite?" she asked, a bit confused.
"I am now, apparently." A sigh. "D'you remember when I told you to look up Hugh Everett? It wasn't out of the simple expedient of thinking of something for you to do. Hugh Everett expounded on the theory first attributed, somewhat erroneously, to one Erwin Schroedinger, after it was posited from his thought experiment involving the cat that two unverses had the potential to exist, and the observer validated one and collapsed the other upon opening the box and ascertaining the cat's condition. Everett expounded upon it with the theory that both realities, as well as a myriad of others, are not only possible but exist independently of each other. Where these realities converge are called Nexii, and there is apparently a central Nexus where all realities converge and things like physics and biology are largely things that happen to other people."
V rattled all of that off with an air that it wasn't expected that Meredith understand a word in ten.
"Schroedinger, I've heard of. The idea that until he opened the box, the cat is both dead and alive, because both possibilities exist until you know otherwise.
"So.... you're saying you've found a place inside the box?"
"One could call it that. It's a vast meeting point. It has physical structure, rooms and such, people come and go... and the social dynamic among these people is convoluted at best. One has to forever be on the lookout for pranksters who can apparently weild devices capable of changing facets of reality. As I said, it's as though the Laws of Nature don't apply there, probably because its state is always in flux."
His half-empty shelves. On his half-empty walls. The main room of the gallary had a stripped look about it, inconspicuous paintings and sculptures missing from every corner. And the jukebox was gone.
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"Where did you put them?"
His voice didn't sound quite the same. The cadence, pronunciation, everything else was exactly as she'd grown accustomed to, but the pitch and timbre....
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"I confiscated them in the name of the Finger."
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V did just that, opening doors and looking inside rooms with a dogged patience that spoke of a desperate grasping at distraction.
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"Nothing personal, V. It's just my job."
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Chair. Flop.
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"Are you still ill?"
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Slumped a touch melodramatically in the chair, it might be a little more apparent, by the unfastened outer clothing, that something is ... different about V. Something that now isn't exactly consistent with masculinity.
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"Are you a transvestite?" she asked, a bit confused.
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"I am now, apparently." A sigh. "D'you remember when I told you to look up Hugh Everett? It wasn't out of the simple expedient of thinking of something for you to do. Hugh Everett expounded on the theory first attributed, somewhat erroneously, to one Erwin Schroedinger, after it was posited from his thought experiment involving the cat that two unverses had the potential to exist, and the observer validated one and collapsed the other upon opening the box and ascertaining the cat's condition. Everett expounded upon it with the theory that both realities, as well as a myriad of others, are not only possible but exist independently of each other. Where these realities converge are called Nexii, and there is apparently a central Nexus where all realities converge and things like physics and biology are largely things that happen to other people."
V rattled all of that off with an air that it wasn't expected that Meredith understand a word in ten.
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"So.... you're saying you've found a place inside the box?"
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Keep a straight face, keep a straight face....
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V sees that effort to keep a straight face. Sighs.
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"...I beg your pardon?"
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