[The City] IC Contact

[hypnagothic]

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[hypnagothic]

Then I thank you for the foreknowledge.

What was the context of the conversation? What were you discussing that he wondered of me?

[keepgodwaiting]

We were talking about this place, the stuff it's been showing us. Which is how someone did find out about Newcastle, since you mention.

Anyway, I said it reminded me a bit of the fair folk, sort of reflecting back our expectations, but I doubt that's what we're dealing with since you'd probably know.

[hypnagothic]

No, this is not the work of anyone from Faerie. It would be both more subtle and more brutal if it were.

[ there's a short pause before a second message is sent. ]

May I ask who else knows of Newcastle? Should it become necessary or relevant to either reveal or withhold knowledge of it, given the nature of this place as discussed earlier.

[keepgodwaiting]

Didn't get her name. We met in the mall.

You didn't get stuck in there, did you? I didn't see you there.

[hypnagothic]

For one night, yes. I mainly stayed in one area with the woman I came across until the morning.

[keepgodwaiting]

With all due respect to your work, that place was a fucking nightmare.

[ A short pause before the next text. ]

Can I ask you something?

[hypnagothic]

I believe it was intended to be.

You may.

[keepgodwaiting]

How did he get you? How could holding you even be possible?

[hypnagothic]

[ there's a longer pause this time, but then she might have expected that. ]

I prefer not to say while using these devices.

[keepgodwaiting]

Yeah, all right

[ It actually takes her reading the message a second time to realize he didn't just say "I prefer not to say." ]

Want to go for a walk?

[hypnagothic]

Do you not need to rest?

[keepgodwaiting]

I'm obviously already awake

I don't get a lot of sleep, I told you

I'll make it up during the day.

[hypnagothic]

Where do you wish to meet?

[keepgodwaiting]

Oh, you're not just going to show up in my flat this time?

East end of the park?

[hypnagothic]

You are not attempting to run away this time.

I shall be there momentarily.

-> action

[keepgodwaiting]

I shall be there in the normal amount of time it takes to walk

[ Teleporting show-off. Actually, can he even still do the teleporting thing? Maybe she'll ask that, too.

"The normal amount of time" isn't long, maybe fifteen minutes. It's not the first time Johanna has gone for a middle-of-the-night walk, though she usually avoids the park and its graveyard. Feels like borrowing trouble to go wandering there alone after dark. But an empty city feels closer to normal at two in the morning than it does at two in the afternoon, if you ignore the lack of trash or rats or foxes.

She does find it hard to ignore.

Her footsteps are quiet on the pavement as she approaches the park, with her trench coat a white -- if a bit dingier than it once was -- beacon in the streetlights. ]

[hypnagothic]

[ uuuh so about that teleporting thing. it actually takes Dream about twenty minutes to arrive, his walk just as loud as anything else in this city makes him without the distracting background noise of other creatures and things. he looks a bit annoyed as he approaches ... ]

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Johanna is just starting to wonder if she should text and ask if he's standing her up when she spots him. You know when you see a crow or something walking real fast to get away from something and it seems silly because they have, you know, wings?

She gives him a wry smile as he approaches. ]

Teleportation on the fritz?

[hypnagothic]

[ or like a cat who did something embarrassing and is thoroughly ignoring said act. ]

It would seem so. I arrived somewhere unexpected and decided to not attempt it again.

[keepgodwaiting]

Ah, don't worry, it happens to lots of entities. Thinking about it too hard only makes it worse.

[hypnagothic]

[ he gives a small nod of acknowledgement, then turns slightly to start walking with her. ]

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Constantine genuinely can't decide if his lack of reaction is annoying as hell or hilariously delightful. Some people, man!

They fall into step, and she falls silent for a minute or two, thinking back over what they were talking about.

Eventually, quietly: ]

I do get why you wouldn't mention it.

[hypnagothic]

[ he's just as quiet as she is while they walk, though his silence seems to stretch a little longer after her statement. ]

... As I had written, it has no bearing on him.

[keepgodwaiting]

And if it did, you'd be an open book about it, right?

[hypnagothic]

I imagine as much as you would be.