+ Your imagination can't hurt you! +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: YOU!
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:




"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."

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[postictal]

[He flicks his eyes shut for a moment, pulling together all the different words that have been significant over his life. Over the last few years in particular. Narrows them down to four-letter words, which nixes ark and Jay and Amy and Jessica.]

Here.

[He heads over. He tries a few combinations, one after another - SEES. LIES. HIDE.

When it's none of those, he sighs, 'cause he knows exactly what it is.

He punches in 5427.

LIAR.

The vault beeps and swings open with the low grind of metal over metal.]

[mypartnerintime]

[She watches the door open with a little bit of surprise.]

What was it? ...Or is that off-limits too?

[She tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice.]

[postictal]

5427. Liar.

[The words drop from his mouth dully. He's just...surpassed the threshold of caring anymore what she has to say about him, or why she thinks he's a piece of shit, or anything along those lines. She can hate him all she wants, for what he did, for what he represents - it really doesn't matter.

And hey, that'll give them one thing to have in common.]

[mypartnerintime]

[Liar. He is a liar were the words scrawled on one wall in the video.

She only nods without raising any further accusations, conscious that she's probably torn into Tim enough as it is. It's easy to think she knows him, can judge him by the little she's seen... but she has to fight against that instinct, and she knows it.

All the same, this is probably Wonderland's way of telling her to not believe everything says. And she certainly won't be.

The sigh she lets out is tired but soft, as she walks past him to enter the darkness beyond the door.

Hell of a day.]

[postictal]

[He lets her go first. He's not sure what's on the other side; more puzzles with people he doesn't know, if the pattern of the day is going to hold up.

The square of the tape is heavy in his pocket. Like the entry he kept there, hidden, for months.

Yeah.

He still is a liar, isn't he.

Tim swallows past the lump in his throat, and follows her.]