.01 -Video-

[ourlastbesthope]

[The man on the video is looking rather unkempt. However, he's trying not to show it, despite the fact that he's broadcasting from the courtyard, where it continues to rain.] So at least it seems like I'm not the only one who has been seeing things. But not the same things. [He turns, catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, but he returns his focus to the tablet. He's got a tired, unfocused gaze, but the rain is actually helping to keep him (pretending) to be alert.]

I can explain away them in the mirror. A bit of regret. Repressed guilt. Maybe even misplaced hope. Searle would give me time in the earth room to get over it, so here I am. The closest damn thing to an earth room as I'm going to get.

[He knows that he's rambling, or starting to, so he slows himself down.]

Normalcy. That's what he prescribed for times of great stress. Ghosts, figures, everything else. I'd say that was great stress.

Does anyone have any scissors?

[Wait. That sounds bad.] I'm not going to hurt anyone or anything with them. I just...need a haircut. That as normal as I can get.

Comments

[ourlastbesthope]

[Weird is what he does!]

Probably not.

You were the one asking about buttons for eyes?

...did you find what you were looking for?

[missingbuttons]

Yeah, that was me. And no, I didn't, which in this case is a really good thing, trust me.

[ourlastbesthope]

Why?

[missingbuttons]

'Cause that would mean there's probably a real nasty witch behind all this. It's kind of a long story.

[ourlastbesthope]

What's the story? It's better than staring at things that shouldn't be alive.

[missingbuttons]

Uh. Okay. It was three years ago. My parents and I had just moved to Oregon, into this big old house that was broken up into apartments. We got a couple of floors in the main part of the house, these two old ladies, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible, live in the basement apartment and this weird old guy named Mr. Bobinsky lives in the top floor apartment.

Anyway, when we moved in I found this weird little door in the living room, but it was behind the wallpaper. I was super bored so I asked my mom to open it up, but it was all bricked up.

But that night I had this dream that I went through the door and on the other side was this place that looked just like where I had just come from except amazing. Everything was perfect. But everyone had button eyes.

[ourlastbesthope]

Odd. Seems like a vivid dream.

[missingbuttons]

Yeah, that's what I thought! So the next night I... well first of all I forgot about the jumping mice. In the dream there was this cute little jumping mouse who woke me up and led me to the door. So the next night I put out some cheese for it to see. I went to bed, and had what seemed like another dream, same kind of thing. Amazing stuff, everything and everyone so much better than my real life. I woke up, and the cheese was gone. A mouse had actually taken it, so that convinced me the dreams were real.

[ourlastbesthope]

Was it the jumping mice or...just another hungry animal in your room?

[missingbuttons]

Well when I got to the Other Mother's kitchen she was thanking me for the cheese. If it was a dream then it could've been anything, I guess, but it turned out not to be, so it must've been the mice.