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[ the following day, there's a handwritten note of her own slipped under his door. ]
Does this mean you're going to start monologuing?
Does this mean you're going to start monologuing?
[ it catches her off guard- because people don't call her. it just isn't something that happens- and she watches the ring for a moment before finally picking up. ]
That was a real barrel of monkeys.
That was a real barrel of monkeys.
Right? No shit. [ huff! good. replies are good. she doesn't usually call either, but she's getting tired of texting. ]
After day three I really thought I was gonna get stuck there. Whatever that was. Remind me to stop hoping I could go home just for a few days, yeah? Cause that wasn't even worth it. I mean I know it wasn't real but it felt real enough.
After day three I really thought I was gonna get stuck there. Whatever that was. Remind me to stop hoping I could go home just for a few days, yeah? Cause that wasn't even worth it. I mean I know it wasn't real but it felt real enough.
[ it isn't quite a laugh that comes out, under her breath. but it's something. not for the first time, Hayley's glad she didn't see anything of her own making- because fuck knows what that would've been. ]
What'd you see?
What'd you see?
Zombieland. Well, Pacific Playland. It's this crappy amusement park in SoCal. I haven't actually been there in years but it was the same as I remember it, minus the zombie crap. [ hrn not mentioning who she saw there ] Also ended up in this grody high school, which sucked, Gotham, like- Batman's home town Gotham, and this giant house which was like something straight out of a Hitchcock movie. Wish I was kidding. [ really, really, really wish ] You?
A bunch of messed up towns and equally messed up houses, whatever that counts for. A bunch of crazy shit trying to kill me. The usual, really. I guess that just means the passengers are more creative than smiley.
-Not sure if that's a point in our favor.
-Not sure if that's a point in our favor.
Our crew isn't exactly the Scooby gang. I don't see them getting something like this together, and I mean, even if they did? It's not like they'd get a whole hell of a lot outta it.
[ off screen, hayley's fingers drum thoughtfully against her mouth, and her gaze bores into the wall opposite. ]
Kinda reminded me of the fear gas.
But that's just further proof, really.
[ off screen, hayley's fingers drum thoughtfully against her mouth, and her gaze bores into the wall opposite. ]
Kinda reminded me of the fear gas.
But that's just further proof, really.
Some assholes just like fucking with people without a reason, though. [ b i t t e r ] But you're right, I can't think of anybody that could cause mass hallucinations. Not that I know everybody on the ship anymore. [ sigh. she bunches her fingers in her hair, presses the heel of her hand to her forehead. it's weird trying to rationalize something that feels like a bad dream at the moment ] I dunno.
[ there's a pause, long enough to let her words sit in the air before- ]
You lied.
You lied.
You saw more than that. Something that got under your skin.
-Was it someone back home?
-Was it someone back home?
It's just like before. With the gas.
Those things aren't real, they're just what we're afraid of.
Those things aren't real, they're just what we're afraid of.
Yeah, I know. [ she sounds annoyed, and it's obvious that it's directed at herself ] The gas only made me feel crazy though, see things on the ship. I thought I got sent home with this crap, didn't even realize it wasn't real until people from here showed up. And I can't stop thinking about what I saw. Not just in my world either, it all felt too real.
[ she's silent for a minute. the truth is that it's easier for her to talk this way, since she didn't have to take a peek into her own head- have it laid out for the whole world to see. ]
So what now?
So what now?
[ now? she needs to make sure everyone she found in the fog got out ok. she needs to confront Tate about that house, why a manifestation of him killed her. she needs to ask Brendan if he's still in love with that girl back in San Clemente. ]
I dunno. I've been seriously considering a trip to medical, maybe freak out just enough for them to dose me with the same stuff they had us all sucking down during the smurf plague. That's just if I can't shake this. I'd say I wanna find out how this even happened, but considering the amount of other stuff that's gone unanswered? Not too set on that.
I dunno. I've been seriously considering a trip to medical, maybe freak out just enough for them to dose me with the same stuff they had us all sucking down during the smurf plague. That's just if I can't shake this. I'd say I wanna find out how this even happened, but considering the amount of other stuff that's gone unanswered? Not too set on that.
Edited 2012-10-07 21:05 (UTC)
[ she nods, and while the video isn't on, somehow she's sure, it comes across in her voice. we're on a magic kidnapping spaceship. answers are never forthcoming. instead, Hayley slouches back in he seat, shoulders folding over her chest and staring down at the communicator. she doesn't do this comforting thing, and somehow it's the one thing she keeps having to do. ]
Maybe you're better off focusing on what you can control.
Maybe you're better off focusing on what you can control.
Maybe.
Maybe start by focusing on the people instead of the environment.
Maybe start by focusing on the people instead of the environment.
[ that pulls a frustrated sigh from her ] I feel like that's all I've been doing. Connecting with people I can't protect. It's driving me nuts. But I can't not have people, at this point. And I don't want to not have people. ... I don't even know what I'm saying.
Why do you do it? Get people so close to you?
You know this isn't going to have a happy ending, for anyone.
You know this isn't going to have a happy ending, for anyone.
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