[ Tim thinks of the wolf games, and how they made the guests tear at each other. The wild accusations of the first round, the betrayals of the later ones. They’d done better with last month’s zombies, with a clearer enemy. But back home, as it was with the killing games, the subversives could be anyone. And Tim had compromised his morals just the same, the way he’d bartered lives, chose to protect his own even though Baela was in graver danger. She died because of him. And whatever became of poor Caroline? ]
He found a way to beat it. [ ‘Accomplished deceiver.’ It makes him snort out a laugh, actually, as unflattering as it is. ] Don’t judge him too much.
Oh, good! You should let me show you the movie theater, those are much better than those short little videos. You get to see an entire story.
Oh! Oh, goodness, no, I didn't mean to insult your-- I'm so terribly sorry.
[Goodsir wishes that it was the generational differences that make him so awkward, but no. No, he's just like this. At least Tim doesn't seem upset.]
That would be lovely. Although even the 'videos' are wonderful. I plan to eventually watch some on Nunavut. I... can't quite bring myself to, now. But I will. I miss the land.
I should very much like to meet him properly. You speak so fondly of him; I can't help but think he must be a wonderful man.
[After all, if Tim is kind surely his partner is, too.]
Oh yes. Right until the end, I found it beautiful. I think...
[His voice, always so gentle, softens further.]
I don't mind that whatever is left of my body remains there. The other men, I feel badly for them, they deserved good Christian burials back home. But for myself... to have my bones bleached and broken upon the shale, below the most brutally gorgeous sky you've ever seen...
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:18 pm (UTC)[Goodsir makes a mental note to look up the 1950s in the library.]
Ah, I see, as most people experience a higher heart rate when lying? I rather suspect it wouldn't work on the accomplished deceiver, though.
[One Cornelius Hickey could breeze through any number of polygraphs, he's sure.
Whatever proclivities Goodsir has are enough to inspire letters from his own mother, at any rate. But he has the excuse of being married to the sea.]
Cars, oh yes! I've seen a few on the, ah, video? The video tube on the phone.
[Every word sounds faintly ridiculous when he says it, like he's learning a new language.
He lights up suddenly.]
I shall have to look up your California.
[And this is how he will learn about Baywatch.]
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:32 pm (UTC)[ Tim thinks of the wolf games, and how they made the guests tear at each other. The wild accusations of the first round, the betrayals of the later ones. They’d done better with last month’s zombies, with a clearer enemy. But back home, as it was with the killing games, the subversives could be anyone. And Tim had compromised his morals just the same, the way he’d bartered lives, chose to protect his own even though Baela was in graver danger. She died because of him. And whatever became of poor Caroline? ]
He found a way to beat it. [ ‘Accomplished deceiver.’ It makes him snort out a laugh, actually, as unflattering as it is. ] Don’t judge him too much.
Oh, good! You should let me show you the movie theater, those are much better than those short little videos. You get to see an entire story.
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:55 pm (UTC)[Goodsir wishes that it was the generational differences that make him so awkward, but no. No, he's just like this. At least Tim doesn't seem upset.]
That would be lovely. Although even the 'videos' are wonderful. I plan to eventually watch some on Nunavut. I... can't quite bring myself to, now. But I will. I miss the land.
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Date: 2025-03-29 01:09 am (UTC)You do? Even after all that?
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Date: 2025-03-29 01:32 am (UTC)[After all, if Tim is kind surely his partner is, too.]
Oh yes. Right until the end, I found it beautiful. I think...
[His voice, always so gentle, softens further.]
I don't mind that whatever is left of my body remains there. The other men, I feel badly for them, they deserved good Christian burials back home. But for myself... to have my bones bleached and broken upon the shale, below the most brutally gorgeous sky you've ever seen...
[He smiles.]
I would be quite content with that.
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Date: 2025-03-29 01:59 am (UTC)[ It's a beautiful thought, that the place could be wondrous despite the tragedy. Maybe he'll be alright here after all. ]
It sounds romantic when you put it that way.
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Date: 2025-03-29 02:19 am (UTC)[Goodsir goes pink and smiles nervously.]
Does it? I tend to, ah. Ramble. My apologies.
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Date: 2025-04-01 03:38 pm (UTC)No need to apologize. It’s charming.
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Date: 2025-04-01 04:12 pm (UTC)