video;

[mirrordarkly]

[[so after a week of aimless wandering and several failed attempts to return to the Dreaming or remove the tattoo on his wrist, the Corinthian finally decides it's time to say hello. Twin black lenses peer thoughtfully down at the communicator, their owner nestled in the shade of some nondescript building.]

It is a curious thing, to be out of place. They have done their best to make us fit, but ill-fitting it must remain for those who had purpose before. Ties are not as easily cut as some lesser materials, and I find these unwanted attempts to bind... [he hums] ...mm, an irritant. I doubt that I'm the only one.

[a pause. The Corinthian glances briefly down at the tattoo on his wrist, glowing in the shadow. He frowns, then returns his attention.]

...I am also aware that there are none here I know, and I am cut off from contacting them. So instead I would have your names and a word on your world, if you would give them. Or not - as you will. But it seems the only thing to do with a communicator is to attempt to communicate; there is no point to hiding in a false world. I will even begin, to make it more comfortable. [he adds, humored:] That is a rare offer from me.

[the nightmare touches a hand to his chest genially.]

I am known as the Corinthian, nightmare of the Major Arcana in service to the Lord Shaper, Lord Dream of the Endless.

And it is good to meet you.

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Flatly:] Such technique is not without precedent.

[mirrordarkly]

Oh, no. That does seem the proper foundation to lay for such a home. Be it brick or hay.

It is not then that your practice is so unique it requires its own edifice?

[slightlyoffchilt]

And what special edifice would you suggest, as you are so versed in the practice?

[mirrordarkly]

That would depend on your practice, Doctor Frederick Chilton. I wouldn't dare assume.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You're invited to see for yourself. You probably need it.

[mirrordarkly]

[a thoughtful hum.]

I do enjoy observing.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I was not implying an observational role.

[mirrordarkly]

No, but it is the only one I'll take. And I would find it difficult believing either of us would turn away a willing pair of eyes.

[ha hah.]

Are you to prove me wrong?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your consent is a requirement to sit on my sedan. [Beat.] Unless you commit a heinous crime, of course, because then you may very well need to be committed.

[mirrordarkly]

Then I will be sure to avoid committing those.

But your sedan interests me less than your hospital. Should your plans reach fruition, I think I would enjoy a tour.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I will put you on the guest list.

[mirrordarkly]

Until then, Dr. Frederick Chilton.