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ѕнadow LET ME LIVE мoon. ([personal profile] shadohdamn) wrote in [community profile] maskormenace2017-10-01 08:02 pm

001. voice.

( potential spoilers for season one of American Gods, if you'd like me to avoid any spoilers please just lmk in the subject line. )


What do you believe in? Really believe? What do you devote your time to?

( A pause; he's having a sip of cocoa. )

Now I've been here a few weeks, I've gotten to wondering about that. There's a lot here that's the same as back home, with a few obvious differences thrown in. Advertising, TV, that kind of thing. Back where I come from, what you spend your time on and what consumes your thoughts matters. There's a lot of shit you might not realise how much it matters to you. Mattering matters, if you want to make it sound like some bullshit affirmation.

So here's the thing: what if the reason we come through those porters with the powers we got is because people believe we will? What if we only start fighting crime or committing them because people believe we will?

( A long exhale, almost a verbal shrug. ) Or maybe it's bullshit. I dunno.
cigarbribery: (so no one told you)

[voice]

[personal profile] cigarbribery 2017-10-01 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
The law. [A pause, then, cheerfully:] Plus a couple bucks so I can eat. Rent's been so much cheaper since I got here.

[Rent has been nonexistent since he got here, essentially.]
cigarbribery: (oh no; darling; no wind no rain)

[personal profile] cigarbribery 2017-10-01 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
'Course you haven't. [Seeing as the law is an abstract concept and all.]

Anyway, people fight crimes or commit them without needing somebody believing that they'll do one or the other all the time. So, yeah, it does kinda sound like bullshit to me.
cigarbribery: (if you ever need a helping hand)

[personal profile] cigarbribery 2017-10-01 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
What, you've met abstract concepts before? [Pull the other leg bro.]

Because of some kind of sci-fi bullshit that only makes sense in crappy old TV shows from the sixties. [A pause, Foggy's taking a bite out of his donut.] Also, I'd argue that first there'd need to be a bunch of people getting unexpectedly dragged here for people to start believing it'd happen all the time.

[He swallows.]

What if someone decides to go against expectations, though?
cigarbribery: (oh no; darling; no wind no rain)

[personal profile] cigarbribery 2017-10-02 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[They exist, all right, but for Foggy they exist in the realm of Before Shit Happened. He hasn't had an easygoing night out in a long, long while. (Okay, maybe a month and two weeks at most.)]

I want to say you're shitting me, I really do, but we're in a completely different world, so. Fine, they definitely count. [Shit is super weird now anyway.] Which gods?

[Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Or: which came first, the believers or the gods?] I don't know about gods, but I did do some research into imPort history. What I could find in a library, anyway. Technically speaking the imPorts came first, around—I had it in here somewhere. [A pause, then a little thud like someone's put their bag on the table and is now shuffling through the contents.] Oh, hey! 1980s, thereabouts.

Right? Like—my mom wanted free ham, but I went into law instead of cured meats, so that screwed up her plans something fierce. Something like that?
cigarbribery: (although we are miles apart)

[personal profile] cigarbribery 2017-10-06 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
[A little chuckle, in response, friendly and good-humored.] I think she's still a teensy bit disappointed, five years after she saw me off to law school.

What, seriously? I'm never watching TV again. [He totally will be.] These "new gods", quote-unquote, in your world—they don't sound like they need to be believed in to work.
cigarbribery: no no baby (or winters cold can stop me baby)

[personal profile] cigarbribery 2017-10-09 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus. That's creepy as hell.

[But now he can't help but wonder if it works the same way, in his New York. Most likely not, but he can imagine it, somehow, and some part of him can't help but think, suddenly, of Matt, and his steadfast faith. He huffs out a breath.]

Kinda wish my friend Matt were here. You guys'd have a hell of a debate about this. [It would be hilarious and Foggy would sell so many tickets.] But you got me instead, so—you said new gods. Are there any "old gods" hanging around?