( Ben can see it, the absolute careening through confusion, a free fall without direction as one grasps out in desperation for anything to hold onto.
he's about to leap in and center the man again, because he sees it and subsequently relives the very reeling shock that comes with this place, the things that occur in it, that happen to all of them. the man, however, in a singular moment does it on his own — Ben watches the shift in his demeanor, his expression more neutral, focused. good, this is good, they're talking now and the man says it was a—
oh. um. )
A...puddle. (a scary puddle... Ben flatly echoes, in part to confirm what he heard was correct, in part because it's...difficult to conceptualize. until, his own expression flickers and he jerks out of that thought and onto a new track, one with a wider scope, complete with eyes squinting shut and hands shaking briefly into the air before him. ) No, sorry— I know better than to think anything sounds ridiculous in this town. (and yet, some days, the things he hears about reach ever new incredible heights of impossibility. )
Erm, yes, there is. ( Ben's own associations to a pond and Koji are a little personal, admittedly, though hardly niche to the world at large; have we another travel enthusiast in our midst, as well? blinking again, Ben decides a tentative pursuit: ) It's quite...scenic.
—Perhaps not now, though, with this ominous girl haunting the place. I've seen her, as well. ( right, back to the part involving visions and a girl and attempted drownings. that's like, the important part, right? ) Only just...not so up close as you did. ( said apologetically. ) If you and I have seen her, then I suspect the rest of the Sleepers are seeing her in their visions, as well.
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he's about to leap in and center the man again, because he sees it and subsequently relives the very reeling shock that comes with this place, the things that occur in it, that happen to all of them. the man, however, in a singular moment does it on his own — Ben watches the shift in his demeanor, his expression more neutral, focused. good, this is good, they're talking now and the man says it was a—
oh. um. )
A...puddle. ( a scary puddle... Ben flatly echoes, in part to confirm what he heard was correct, in part because it's...difficult to conceptualize. until, his own expression flickers and he jerks out of that thought and onto a new track, one with a wider scope, complete with eyes squinting shut and hands shaking briefly into the air before him. ) No, sorry— I know better than to think anything sounds ridiculous in this town. ( and yet, some days, the things he hears about reach ever new incredible heights of impossibility. )
Erm, yes, there is. ( Ben's own associations to a pond and Koji are a little personal, admittedly, though hardly niche to the world at large; have we another travel enthusiast in our midst, as well? blinking again, Ben decides a tentative pursuit: ) It's quite...scenic.
—Perhaps not now, though, with this ominous girl haunting the place. I've seen her, as well. ( right, back to the part involving visions and a girl and attempted drownings. that's like, the important part, right? ) Only just...not so up close as you did. ( said apologetically. ) If you and I have seen her, then I suspect the rest of the Sleepers are seeing her in their visions, as well.