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Georgia Carolyn Mason ([personal profile] choosetruth) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-06-24 12:51 pm

open } she's had her fill of destinies and that's why she flew away

Who: Georgia Mason, YOU
Where: the Kindergarten
When: June 23 - 27
Rating: PG-13ish probably
Summary: Georgia's a Dhampir Oracle. Goodie. Just like she's never dreamed. At least she has spells that make people tell the truth.
The Story:

[Starters in the comments! There's one party starter available for people if they want to get stuck in the zone of truth for threads.]
burntvideocassette: (i screwed up)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2017-06-27 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
This isn't how it was supposed to go. Absolutely no part of this is how it was supposed to go.

"She's..." Tim got around it, somehow. Evading the question doesn't count as a lie, it seems like, and Jay stutters as he tries to put together a sentence that will work. "She's...a guy I knew's girlfriend's...roommate."

He shoots Tim a glare. "And I 'think you know' because--" Dammit. "--I don't think you'd put that much effort into hiding it if..." He can't say what happened on the tape, not in front of Georgia. "...if the easy answer was all that happened."

But that's not enough, and more comes spilling out unbidden. He shouldn't have started the sentence the way he did.

"And if you don't know, that means the answer's not in Wonderland, and I don't want to..." He can't get out of this one. "I don't want to die again not knowing."
postictal: (this is my fault)

[personal profile] postictal 2017-06-27 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck. Fuck her, and fuck Jay for going along with this. He can't hide. Not from either of them. They're a menace together, jabbing the questions in where they hurt the most, because you missed someone and that won't mean anything, anything at all, because they're digging into things that shouldn't be unearthed. Because he tried, he tried, didn't he? He tried to keep her safe. From Alex. From Jay and his prying eyes and his fucking camera and his earnest intent.

"You - "

No.

If he starts talking, there's no guarantee he'll be able to stop himself. He might just keep going, and if it all rushes out, it'll all of it be for - nothing.

He's backing away from the pair of them, reaching to run a hand through hair he doesn't have. Shaking his beaked head, frantically, before pinning George with a look that falls somewhere between pained and horrified.

"You promised."
burntvideocassette: (explaining himself)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2017-06-28 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
At her words, Jay's stomach drops.

"Yes."

It's out before he can stop it, barely more than a whisper, and he knows he can't just leave it at that. He starts to ramble an excuse--an explanation, and if Georgia's spell drags more out of him than he intended, he doesn't notice.

"Look, I mean, it wasn't--I didn't think I was gonna see him again, and then someone--" He shoots Tim a meaningful look. "--someone gave them to me. They left the files out for me to find, on purpose, and they were--were marked, like, like they were trying to tell me something."

He's pacing, now, staring at the ground as he talks.

"I had to keep a permanent record of what was there, in case something happened to the files. And...and this isn't, this doesn't fix it, but whoever gave me the files redacted a--a lot. So it was just the things they wanted me to see.

I mean, maybe I...maybe I shouldn't've just...posted all of it, but at the time it felt like--like it was just part of everything else."
postictal: (that's a low fucking blow jay)

[personal profile] postictal 2017-06-28 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, well, that just makes it all peachy, doesn't it? Just because she's equal-opportunity here doesn't make any of it justified, particularly not while Jay is there. And Jay keeps talking, keeps digging himself under the ground, and it's all Tim can do to keep himself from burying his face in his hands right then and there.

He can't explain any of it. Maybe if it was just him, him and George, it would be fine, and he could live with it. He's had his boundaries and his privacy breached too many times to count at this point; what would one more be?

But then there's Jay.

"Shut up!" His voice tears, hoarsely. "Just - shut up, Jay!"
burntvideocassette: (i screwed up)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2017-06-28 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
'He's your friend.'

Jay's mind locks up.

Is he? Is that what they are?

'He's your friend.'

It doesn't make sense. They don't trust each other. Tim lied to him and hid things from him and became something else and dug his thumbs into Jay's throat. Jay kept secrets, told him it was all just for a movie until Tim's fist connected with his cheekbone, knocking him out of alignment, making him drop the camera. It kept rolling, though, and it did until Jay died. He told the viewers everything he knew. He had to.

'He's your friend.'

It's not right.

But you can't tell lies here.

'It's you. You're the fuck-up.'

Jay doesn't deny it. He can't. It's the truth.
postictal: (goin down swinging)

[personal profile] postictal 2017-06-28 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He's your friend.

It's George who says it aloud. And it's the truth, or she assumes it is, because she can say it and apparently mean it. And what's he supposed to say to that? What the hell's he supposed to say to the fact that Jay's standing rigid, clammed up, frozen on the spot?

He's your friend.

He's your friend.

Well, that would fucking explain it, wouldn't it? Why Jay was just another casualty to Tim's name. Why he ended up one of trail of bodies that Tim leaves behind in his wake. Because he counted as his friend on some level, and that's what happens to people who call themselves Tim's friends. It's what'll happen to George, eventually, because she called him a friend once too, and his mind had devolved into a wordless, screaming panic that he couldn't talk himself down from.

Tim's eyes drag shut. The pressure in his chest, compressing his lungs, is painful.

"You know?" The words are trembling as badly as his shoulders, as though wracked by an invisible gale. "God fucking forbid any of us have a single damn thing to hide from you, Georgia."

He turns, and he starts to walk. He needs -

He needs out. Gone. Away. He needs shelter from this, from you're the fuck-up and he's your friend and the absolute silence from Jay that's more telling than anything in the world.

It won't shut away the cold lump in his throat, the heat in his eyes, the tension that vibrates down every damn nerve in his body.

But it's a start.
burntvideocassette: (a defeated jay)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2017-06-29 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Jay won't look at her. His eyes flick up briefly, following Tim, and then focus on the ground again.

"I wasn't doing it for...for hits or views or anything. I just--" It's hard enough explaining things like this without 'magical' influence. "--I just needed help figuring out what to do next."

It was a message, and it was all he had at that point. He was alone. He needed to talk to somebody about it.

That's not what they're talking about now, though, is it?

"Look, I won't...Everything goes by you before it gets published, right?"

Please don't let this turn her against him. Please don't let this cost him his job. (He doesn't even have the job yet, a part of him scolds. Just an offer, and an offer can be rescinded at any time.)

"So--so you can toss out anything if it doesn't meet your standards."
burntvideocassette: (explaining himself)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2017-07-01 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course, sure, I'll--I'll try my best."

The offer's still on. Somehow. Somehow. He can't screw this up. At least 'I'll try my best' is true enough that he's able to say it.

"And--and no, it's just been me, most of the time...that I can remember. And Tim, for a few months." Again, he looks up, staring in the general direction where Tim started walking. This feels too familiar, in the worst way. ('Do me a favor and stay out of my life!') He unconsciously shuffles in the same direction. "But that--that didn't really...pan out..."

It's an evasion, but not quite a lie.
burntvideocassette: (camera)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2017-07-03 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Jay nearly laughs. The last couple times he asked for help went great, didn't they? And the last time he responded to somebody else's call for help, that definitely wasn't a trap designed to take advantage of his good intentions. Asking someone for help requires you to trust them, at least a bit, and evidence so far shows that trusting people's a terrible idea. Expecting other people to trust him might be even worse.

The bitterness probably shows on his face. Jay hopes it doesn't, though.

"Sure. Okay. I'll--" He wants to say I'll try, but it gets caught in his throat. Right. No lies. "I understand."