Who: Faith Lehane / Jane Foster / Bonnie Bennet / Ray Palmer Where: Various When: Dec-Jan Rating: Up to PG-13 Summary: Catch-all for surprise arranged threads. (Please shoot me a PM if you'd like something! <3) The Story:
That's a version of an answer she can accept, at least. At his quid pro, she quo's up her device to tap through a few screens. Her brow furrows as she works backward and then forward.
"For memory-based reality shifts, it should be another week, approximately, according to my tracking. But for those precipitated by one of the natives here, it's more difficult to say. Not everyone owns up when Wonderland gets lost in their memories," she says as she tucks the device back into her jacket pocket. Jane sniffs against the cold and glances back to the mansion-- but if Leonard wants to talk shop, she's more inclined to stay than go.
Leonard frowns and then slips out of his jacket to offer it out to her, not urging, just holding it in case she wants to take it. He likes the cold, so he doesn't mind in the least and given he still has actual questions to ask, it would seem rude not to at least offer some protection from the cold. Underneath the jacket he wears a normal gun in a shoulder holster, the cold gun has been rather prominently visible in the other holster the whole time.
"Do you have any patterns on when the stuff strikes that rewrites who you are entirely?" As his voice belies, he's not a fan of that.
Considering she hadn't anticipated being out this long, and Leonard's questions are climbing an increasingly interesting trajectory, Jane takes advantage of his offer.
She feels quite tiny once the coat is draped over her shoulders, and she chooses to focus on the matter at hand over that feeling. Her eyes linger at his waist, jumping from one weapon to what she now assumes is the other-- but she speaks as she talks.
"Well, that's a little loaded-- would you count identity loss or memory loss as such?" Jane asks, lifting her eyes back to his finally. She shifts her weight with some measure of discomfort, but presses on: "Additionally, there have been a few instances where residents were able to choose to change as far as I remember. Were you here for Hogwarts? Is that more like what you're looking for?"
Luckily Leonard is at least fairly slim, for a man, so it's not as if the coat swallows her up entirely, but obviously it still looks big on her. He doesn't appear to be cold, even though he crosses his arms in front of himself, listening to her. "I've never heard of us having a choice. Can you tell me how that went down?"
He nods in answer to the other question. "But yeah, I was there for Hogwarts. That's the kinda thing I mean. Didn't have the best of times. I know myself. I want to stay and be myself."
Jane nods at the way Leonard expresses his intent, slow to form the understanding that maybe it's not the right venue to delve into matters of singular identity in a place that openly subverts memory and agency. Stick to the data, then.
"As I remember it, residents had been afforded an ability to not feel, I think? It was as if emotion were a choice, and we could choose to mute it-- but it was a total solution. All or nothing, I mean. I'd have to reference the logs," she finally answers, pulling the coat a little tighter around herself. It hadn't been a difficult occurrence to deal with for Jane; the aether hadn't yet taken hold, and she generally found herself quite capable of managing her feelings to begin with.
"Are you familiar with parallel dimension theory at all?"
"Yes." Very simple answer, perhaps too straight-forward, but life has been strange as of late and parallel dimensions aren't exactly that out there. "Though I don't remember having the choice not to feel. I can deal with my feelings, there's only a handful of them anyway."
Obviously not a literal truth, but even with everything he has to deal with right now and has had to deal with in the past, Leonard can manage his emotions. A lot of painfully learned lessons. "But parallel dimensions, sure. Also alternate timelines. Why?"
"It helps people sometimes," she starts. It's a delicate theory, the idea that none of this is real; that it might be the case for every timeline in every universe any of them have experienced, either shared or not.
"There's no proof that these occurrences aren't simply glimpses of other worlds entirely. I know I've met a few people who knew me by the same name in a different profession. Who's to say that's not what all of this is?"
"So. Going by that theory, there'd be an alternate world out there where I'm a forever sixteen year old lost boy?" He's not really saying this to make fun of her or to deliberately poke holes into her theory, he just wants to be able to understand her thinking as quickly as possible. "And there's a version of me where someone told me I'm a wizard before I hit eleven?"
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"For memory-based reality shifts, it should be another week, approximately, according to my tracking. But for those precipitated by one of the natives here, it's more difficult to say. Not everyone owns up when Wonderland gets lost in their memories," she says as she tucks the device back into her jacket pocket. Jane sniffs against the cold and glances back to the mansion-- but if Leonard wants to talk shop, she's more inclined to stay than go.
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"Do you have any patterns on when the stuff strikes that rewrites who you are entirely?" As his voice belies, he's not a fan of that.
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She feels quite tiny once the coat is draped over her shoulders, and she chooses to focus on the matter at hand over that feeling. Her eyes linger at his waist, jumping from one weapon to what she now assumes is the other-- but she speaks as she talks.
"Well, that's a little loaded-- would you count identity loss or memory loss as such?" Jane asks, lifting her eyes back to his finally. She shifts her weight with some measure of discomfort, but presses on: "Additionally, there have been a few instances where residents were able to choose to change as far as I remember. Were you here for Hogwarts? Is that more like what you're looking for?"
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He nods in answer to the other question. "But yeah, I was there for Hogwarts. That's the kinda thing I mean. Didn't have the best of times. I know myself. I want to stay and be myself."
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"As I remember it, residents had been afforded an ability to not feel, I think? It was as if emotion were a choice, and we could choose to mute it-- but it was a total solution. All or nothing, I mean. I'd have to reference the logs," she finally answers, pulling the coat a little tighter around herself. It hadn't been a difficult occurrence to deal with for Jane; the aether hadn't yet taken hold, and she generally found herself quite capable of managing her feelings to begin with.
"Are you familiar with parallel dimension theory at all?"
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Obviously not a literal truth, but even with everything he has to deal with right now and has had to deal with in the past, Leonard can manage his emotions. A lot of painfully learned lessons. "But parallel dimensions, sure. Also alternate timelines. Why?"
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"There's no proof that these occurrences aren't simply glimpses of other worlds entirely. I know I've met a few people who knew me by the same name in a different profession. Who's to say that's not what all of this is?"
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