This is Eliot Nightray. I can't answer you right now. I'm busy. If it's really that important, leave a message and I'll respond as soon as possible. If it's not, then don't waste my time.
[Vincent whistles to himself a little as he steps down the hallway, seemingly in a fine mood. He certainly seems completely relaxed, and to be feeling at home here, by now. The whistling continues even as he knocks on Elliot's door, leaning a little against the frame.]
[There's a playfulness in his tone, still, for the moment, as he rests a little more firmly against the doorframe, bracing himself a little so that he can hold the Dreamberry up more, his eyes actually turning toward in now as he opens his inbox.]
[The tone definitely wasn't making him lighten up. Elliot was feeling more then a little annoyance at it, but at least Vincent was getting straight to his point.
[Elliot backed up in instinctively as soon as Vincent pushed on the door, knowing his brother intended to come in. Usually, he would protest, but instead, his eyes were wide, already realizing that if Vincent was being so forceful, it was probably something serious. Still, what did the Dreamberry have to do with all of this?]
What's there to show? She hasn't broadcast anything in weeks.
Is there a way to keep someone from seeing something that is broadcast? Because I can't speak for before today, but she definitely broadcast something today.
[He raises an eyebrow, waves again, walking into the room as if he owns it.]
Sit.
[He's not going to budge on that one. Elliot doesn't need to see this dream standing up.]
[Good thing Elliot's interested enough that he's not going to protest. He pulled out his own Dreamberry to quickly check the recent broadcasts, and... No. There was nothing listed from his sister. Warily, he puts the phone away again, sitting down like Vincent asked.]
[Vincent doesn't sit. He does, however, step over and stand next to Elliot, reach out and hand him his own Dreamberry, open to the inbox, the dream.]
Here. She didn't mean for you to see this, but I think you need to.
[One hand rests on Elliot's shoulder, meant to be supportive. And he is trying to be, honestly, despite the little bit of amusement he gets out of undermining Vanessa this way.]
[It was already clear, nothing good was going to come of this. Everything that his brother was doing, from his serious demeanor, to asking him to sit down, made it obvious that he wasn't about to see anything that he would like.
... He had no idea how right his intuition would be.
As he watched, his expression fell more and more, his hands balling up in the sheets he was sitting on. As the dream continued, Elliot wanted to rip the phone out of Vincent's hands and throw it across the room, just to make the images go away. He hardly could stand seeing it, but... If he turned away now, he would be denying what he had done.
He swallowed hard to force down a frustrated cry as he heard his sister calling out to him. Why?! Why was she apologizing?! How could she forgive him so easily for that?!
The dream finished, and no matter how much there should have been to say, Elliot remained silent.]
[Vincent gave him a moment, simply standing there and waiting, and then... when Elliot still didn't speak, he pulled the phone back, tucked it into his pocket.]
She didn't want you to see.
[He didn't really want to subject Elliot to this either, ultimately. But the fact that Vanessa hadn't wanted him to see, and the fact that Elliot would hate that... well.
Elliot didn't need to be treated like a child to be taken care of, now did he?]
Anyone home?
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[It's only a few seconds before Elliot opens up the door. He'd been halfway through getting dressed and ready to report in for work.]
What do you want?
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A nicer greeting perhaps? It's good to see you too, brother.
[He's poking at the Dreamberry as he speaks though, without quite looking at it fully.]
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... Sorry. What's up?
[Briefly, he glances down at the Dreamberry, but doesn't think much of it. He only briefly wondered why Vincent had it out.]
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[There's a playfulness in his tone, still, for the moment, as he rests a little more firmly against the doorframe, bracing himself a little so that he can hold the Dreamberry up more, his eyes actually turning toward in now as he opens his inbox.]
Have you seen your sister today, Elliot?
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No... Why?
[Again, he eyed the Dreamberry.]
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[He reaches up his free hand, pushes at Elliot's door, as if it's nothing at all to invite himself in.]
Here's what we're going to do. You're going to let me in, and then we're going to go sit down and then... I need to show you something.
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[Elliot backed up in instinctively as soon as Vincent pushed on the door, knowing his brother intended to come in. Usually, he would protest, but instead, his eyes were wide, already realizing that if Vincent was being so forceful, it was probably something serious. Still, what did the Dreamberry have to do with all of this?]
What's there to show? She hasn't broadcast anything in weeks.
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[He raises an eyebrow, waves again, walking into the room as if he owns it.]
Sit.
[He's not going to budge on that one. Elliot doesn't need to see this dream standing up.]
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[Vincent doesn't sit. He does, however, step over and stand next to Elliot, reach out and hand him his own Dreamberry, open to the inbox, the dream.]
Here. She didn't mean for you to see this, but I think you need to.
[One hand rests on Elliot's shoulder, meant to be supportive. And he is trying to be, honestly, despite the little bit of amusement he gets out of undermining Vanessa this way.]
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... He had no idea how right his intuition would be.
As he watched, his expression fell more and more, his hands balling up in the sheets he was sitting on. As the dream continued, Elliot wanted to rip the phone out of Vincent's hands and throw it across the room, just to make the images go away. He hardly could stand seeing it, but... If he turned away now, he would be denying what he had done.
He swallowed hard to force down a frustrated cry as he heard his sister calling out to him. Why?! Why was she apologizing?! How could she forgive him so easily for that?!
The dream finished, and no matter how much there should have been to say, Elliot remained silent.]
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She didn't want you to see.
[He didn't really want to subject Elliot to this either, ultimately. But the fact that Vanessa hadn't wanted him to see, and the fact that Elliot would hate that... well.
Elliot didn't need to be treated like a child to be taken care of, now did he?]
She's ill. She needs help.
[There, maybe that will get him moving.]
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