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[Oh, well, there she is moving anyway, glancing over curiously.]
Do they heal in an instant, or simply never appear?
Do they heal in an instant, or simply never appear?
All right.
[Joke's on you, Faolan, she would have lectured for free. But she's sure not going to pass up free food.]
Whatever seems the least greasy, please. And tell me: what do you know about the theory of parallel universes?
[And we're off and running.]
[Joke's on you, Faolan, she would have lectured for free. But she's sure not going to pass up free food.]
Whatever seems the least greasy, please. And tell me: what do you know about the theory of parallel universes?
[And we're off and running.]
All right.
[She tips the phone up, making sure the sun isn't hitting it, before pressing the record button.]
Three, two, and one--
[She tips the phone up, making sure the sun isn't hitting it, before pressing the record button.]
Three, two, and one--
[ Nice. This is gonna be the best no-budget film of all time.
When Rosalind counts down, Nisha punches right through one of the turrets of the castle, roaring like a monster. The other beach-goers probably think she's a total maniac. ]
When Rosalind counts down, Nisha punches right through one of the turrets of the castle, roaring like a monster. The other beach-goers probably think she's a total maniac. ]
[She presses her lips together to stop herself from laughing, but tips the camera up, making sure to keep track of Nisha's every movement.]
[ She's having way too much fun, bless you Rosalind. Nisha only gets louder, punching through the sand and stomping on the destruction.
Hell, it was super worth it to come to the beach today. This is probably the most fun she's had in a while. She's pretty bummed when the castle's completely ruined. Looking straight at Rosalind, and standing on top of the pile of sand with her hands on her hips, Nisha proclaims, ]
Your castle's been destroyed! That's what you get for messing with Kadamzilla!
Hell, it was super worth it to come to the beach today. This is probably the most fun she's had in a while. She's pretty bummed when the castle's completely ruined. Looking straight at Rosalind, and standing on top of the pile of sand with her hands on her hips, Nisha proclaims, ]
Your castle's been destroyed! That's what you get for messing with Kadamzilla!
My god! Certainly I've learned my mistake now, and a thousand apologies to you. Are you appeased, dear monster?
I need at least a thousand and one apologies, woman. And only one thing would appease me now that you've stoked my ire!
Oh--
[AND THAT'S THE END OF THE FILM, FOLKS, ending on a cliffhanger like we're in a bad horror movie. Rosalind sets her phone down, her face carefully passive.]
. . . all right. If that was a serious offer, I mean. Demand. Whichever.
Yes, is the point.
[AND THAT'S THE END OF THE FILM, FOLKS, ending on a cliffhanger like we're in a bad horror movie. Rosalind sets her phone down, her face carefully passive.]
. . . all right. If that was a serious offer, I mean. Demand. Whichever.
Yes, is the point.
Red, I'm always serious.
[ Liar. Either way, Nisha goes back on over to Rosalind and sits back down, legs outstretched like she owns the place. ]
Hah, that was fun.
[ Liar. Either way, Nisha goes back on over to Rosalind and sits back down, legs outstretched like she owns the place. ]
Hah, that was fun.
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.
[She means that, actually. Rosalind hesitates, then:]
What bar?
[She means that, actually. Rosalind hesitates, then:]
What bar?
They heal, mostly. [ROSALIND!! It's okay though, he's just barely started sketching so it's not a huge deal. They both know this won't be perfect...]
They usually show up after practice, by the next morning at the latest. But they're gone within a few hours, a day at the very most. By the time I go to the next practice, they're gone.
They usually show up after practice, by the next morning at the latest. But they're gone within a few hours, a day at the very most. By the time I go to the next practice, they're gone.
[Faolan nods, stepping forward, his hands in his pockets as they begin to pick their way towards the food. It's not his money, while he's escorting Laurent out and about like this.]
The theory of parallel universes. Do you mean the previous lives thing?
[Had Dave really been telling him the truth and not just a weird kid spouting things about rave turkeys and being able to fly after all?]
The theory of parallel universes. Do you mean the previous lives thing?
[Had Dave really been telling him the truth and not just a weird kid spouting things about rave turkeys and being able to fly after all?]
Yes and no.
There's quite a few theories bouncing around here, as I said. Past lives is one of them. Other selves is another. My personal theory is that . . .
[Hm. Rosalind brushes her hand against his arm, bringing them both to a halt, and glances around. There's a piece of driftwood not too far away, and she grabs it, using it to draw in the sand.]
All right. The theory of parallel universes-- or the multiverse theory, if you prefer-- is that for every decision made, every possible outcome of a scenario, there is a universe where the opposite occurred.
[She draws a stick figure man.]
Let's take our current situation. Will you buy me food or a drink? Let's say here, now, you buy me a drink. The theory suggests that in another, you'll buy me food. Not such a radical change, but imagine . . . oh, imagine I spill my drink over myself, and you have to take me home. Taking me home means you've just missed some vital clue that's part of a larger plot to harm your charge, but staying here, you've found it.
Decisions have implications. Even the most minor change can alter things radically. And for every decision, every minor factor, there's another world.
Still with me?
There's quite a few theories bouncing around here, as I said. Past lives is one of them. Other selves is another. My personal theory is that . . .
[Hm. Rosalind brushes her hand against his arm, bringing them both to a halt, and glances around. There's a piece of driftwood not too far away, and she grabs it, using it to draw in the sand.]
All right. The theory of parallel universes-- or the multiverse theory, if you prefer-- is that for every decision made, every possible outcome of a scenario, there is a universe where the opposite occurred.
[She draws a stick figure man.]
Let's take our current situation. Will you buy me food or a drink? Let's say here, now, you buy me a drink. The theory suggests that in another, you'll buy me food. Not such a radical change, but imagine . . . oh, imagine I spill my drink over myself, and you have to take me home. Taking me home means you've just missed some vital clue that's part of a larger plot to harm your charge, but staying here, you've found it.
Decisions have implications. Even the most minor change can alter things radically. And for every decision, every minor factor, there's another world.
Still with me?
[Faolan stares down at her drawing in the sand as he tries to comprehend just everything he's telling her. And he had thought that past lives was a difficult concept to wrap his head around.]
So far, I think so. I'm just not certain what you're trying to say, exactly.
[Also he doesn't like the idea that there should be any reality in which he allows something to happen to Laurent, truth be told.]
So far, I think so. I'm just not certain what you're trying to say, exactly.
[Also he doesn't like the idea that there should be any reality in which he allows something to happen to Laurent, truth be told.]
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[She takes a step back, moving so she can keep drawing in the sand.]
We've no idea how universes work, of course. We have theories, and those theories have scattered bits of evidence, but there's no definitive facts yet. However. Some people theorize universes are like this: all of them floating around, never quite touching one another, each a little world all its own.
So what happens when two bump together?
[She draws a few circles in the sand, each no more than half an inch in distance from one another. Beneath them, she draws two circles, their edges bumping against one another.]
We don't know. We have theories, and even a few things we think might be evidence, but we don't know. But my theory is that what happens is what's happening now: that we're starting to remember not only our lives, but the lives of our selves from another universe.
We've no idea how universes work, of course. We have theories, and those theories have scattered bits of evidence, but there's no definitive facts yet. However. Some people theorize universes are like this: all of them floating around, never quite touching one another, each a little world all its own.
So what happens when two bump together?
[She draws a few circles in the sand, each no more than half an inch in distance from one another. Beneath them, she draws two circles, their edges bumping against one another.]
We don't know. We have theories, and even a few things we think might be evidence, but we don't know. But my theory is that what happens is what's happening now: that we're starting to remember not only our lives, but the lives of our selves from another universe.
The lives of our selves from another universe.
[Faolan repeats the words, weighing the thought of it over in his head as he does. He looks down at the circles she's drawn in the sand, the separate ones, and the ones that touch, then glances up at her. He can't believe he's even considering the possibility of this being true, but this is part of what he does. He has to gather all the facts and weigh them against one another to choose the best course of action from there, for both himself and for Laurent.]
Let's say that you're right. That these separate universes exist all on their own, and that whatever is happening here is the result of two of them meeting one another. [He frowns.] Is that not... Dangerous, in some fashion?
[Faolan repeats the words, weighing the thought of it over in his head as he does. He looks down at the circles she's drawn in the sand, the separate ones, and the ones that touch, then glances up at her. He can't believe he's even considering the possibility of this being true, but this is part of what he does. He has to gather all the facts and weigh them against one another to choose the best course of action from there, for both himself and for Laurent.]
Let's say that you're right. That these separate universes exist all on their own, and that whatever is happening here is the result of two of them meeting one another. [He frowns.] Is that not... Dangerous, in some fashion?
Perhaps.
[She straightens up again, dropping the driftwood to the ground.]
The fact of the matter is, we can't be sure. Perhaps it would destroy the universe. Perhaps it would leave metaphoric bruises behind - we think we might have seen that in some of our readings. And perhaps it just means there's bleedthrough between the walls of reality, so that we're all reeling from trying to remember two different lives.
[Did you know I'm not just bullshitting? Science is fucking wild, man.]
Which isn't particularly assuring, I know, but take comfort in the fact that it's been happening to some of us for half a year now, with no real ill effects.
[She straightens up again, dropping the driftwood to the ground.]
The fact of the matter is, we can't be sure. Perhaps it would destroy the universe. Perhaps it would leave metaphoric bruises behind - we think we might have seen that in some of our readings. And perhaps it just means there's bleedthrough between the walls of reality, so that we're all reeling from trying to remember two different lives.
[Did you know I'm not just bullshitting? Science is fucking wild, man.]
Which isn't particularly assuring, I know, but take comfort in the fact that it's been happening to some of us for half a year now, with no real ill effects.
So a relatively slow rate of recovery . . .
[She muses on that for a few seconds, returning to staring straight ahead.]
I hardly hope you break a bone, but I really do wonder how long it would take you to heal. A few weeks, perhaps, if it stays at that same relative rate of recovery.
[She muses on that for a few seconds, returning to staring straight ahead.]
I hardly hope you break a bone, but I really do wonder how long it would take you to heal. A few weeks, perhaps, if it stays at that same relative rate of recovery.
I suppose... [He gives her a somewhat dubious look. He's a bodyguard, he's supposed to protect people from dangerous happenings. How in the hell is he supposed to protect Laurent from this though?]
I did speak to someone who had said that it all started around February. About the same time that that company came into business. Is that when... For you as well? How long have you been here, in the city?
[Us expats have to stick together and all that, even if he is technically from Ireland and thus a different country than herself.]
I did speak to someone who had said that it all started around February. About the same time that that company came into business. Is that when... For you as well? How long have you been here, in the city?
[Us expats have to stick together and all that, even if he is technically from Ireland and thus a different country than herself.]
Nearly two years now. I only got the app in May.
[She nods towards the boardwalk, indicating that they ought to keep going.]
It's frustrating. I shan't deny that. But you learn to . . . I shan't say accept it. But at least get used to it.
[She nods towards the boardwalk, indicating that they ought to keep going.]
It's frustrating. I shan't deny that. But you learn to . . . I shan't say accept it. But at least get used to it.
It seems pretty fast to me...
[Then again, he's so used to being constantly banged up that it's a wonder he even notices new bruises at all.
Anyway--]
That cut healed almost instantly, though. It was pretty shallow, but it should've still been bleeding. The guy wasn't using a butter knife.
[Who knew mafia thugs actually tried to kill people?]
[Then again, he's so used to being constantly banged up that it's a wonder he even notices new bruises at all.
Anyway--]
That cut healed almost instantly, though. It was pretty shallow, but it should've still been bleeding. The guy wasn't using a butter knife.
[Who knew mafia thugs actually tried to kill people?]
[Faolan glances to where she has nodded, and then with a bob of his head he steps forward with her in that direction.]
'You get used to it.' I don't know whether that's all that comforting a thought or not. I don't know whether I really want to get used to it. I'm a bodyguard. I feel like being suspicious of everything is rather part of the job description.
'You get used to it.' I don't know whether that's all that comforting a thought or not. I don't know whether I really want to get used to it. I'm a bodyguard. I feel like being suspicious of everything is rather part of the job description.
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