Date: 2020-09-24 02:13 am (UTC)
eyediot: (s5; I'd hug it like a harmless little tr)
From: [personal profile] eyediot
If you're sure.

[One last chance to back out. But with no interruption, he puts in the cassette and hits play.

There's the sound of some machines. Rides, yelling. Screaming, but it's hard to tell if it's joy or fear. Something loud and large is whirring in front of him, like it's going in circles. Jon's voice on the recording breaks a bit, commenting on how large the merry-go-round is. Noting what it's made of, how large it is. And then the breath that's familiar to Jon but new to Algric, that sense of being overwhelmed and full before he gives that poetic, horrible statement of the Stranger.

It seems like that's the end of it when he finishes. But then there's a muttered "Oh no" before her voice comes into it. Berating Jon for coming all the way through the neighborhood and not stopping to say hi.

Jon had hoped to not run into her. She jokes with him. That he's all alone. Got everyone killed, did he? Jon's silence is telling. It's all right, Jon, all these other domains and avatars may worry about him, but she knows who he really is. The paranoid little man down in Archives, who drove everyone away from the start with his mistrust. If he'd trusted Tim and Martin sooner, maybe none of this would have happened.

Of course, it wouldn't have saved his stupid friend she ate.

The dangerous pause gives her the wrong impression. But then Jon speaks. Forces her to stay where she is, not move. And then... Well. The Ceaseless Watcher turned its gaze at Jon's command. It's horrible. After it's over, Jon is audibly scared. He did that. He smote her, and he has no idea how he did that, or what this means for him.

Jonah, by the end, has his hand covering his mouth and looking fairly disgusted with himself. Then carefully reaches to hit stop on the player.]
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