It's like a never-ending chain of mailmen delivering mail to other mailmen

Emy · Feb 6, 2016

Berenice Atwater

"That's okay, I can come with you," Berry said casually, utterly failing to see anything was wrong besides the fact that Emil Virtanen was remarkably dense. Didn't he know that for scientific investigations to work, he had to actually give her information? It seemed a bit like he really didn't care at all. Then again, he certainly wasn't a scientist so that could account for the apathy but it was still all very puzzling.

"Your route still goes on for a ways, doesn't it?" The girl observed. After all, she had been scanning the streets for quite a while now. Having mentally mapped out the routes of several other mailmen, she found that, assuming her quiet calculations were correct, that he was only about half done at most. "You know, you're much better at keeping on time than some of the other mailmen who cover this way. I'm fairly certain that I've come down this way before and a few people had complained."

Romi · Feb 7, 2016

Oh no. No, she was not coming with him. He wasn't going to have this bizarre stalker following him around. Even if she was exactly right and he was only halfway through, he wasn't going to just carry on. He frowned, lips pressed tightly together as he tried frantically to engineer a way out of it.

Ahh. Ahh, he could do that. He didn't like lying - not at all - but in this case he was genuinely concerned he was dealing with a stalker, so he supposed he could be forgiven.

"I need to leave now." He paused, then tapped his temple for emphasis. "A vision. Very important." Which was, of course, the reason he had to go right then. Maybe she'd be gone by the time he came back. Or maybe he'd have to bring someone else as backup.

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Emy · Feb 8, 2016

Berenice Atwater

A vision! Well, that seemed quite anti-climatic. "What, just now?" Berry asked in delight, despite how calmly he seemed to be taking the occurrence. "That's even better! If you need to run and do whatever it is you need to, I'll probably be able to keep up." If the visions always struck so silently, however, Berry thought that was awfully convenient. Nothing like those traditional booming-voiced oracles with dramatic airs.

Maybe that was why he had spent so long with his gift undiscovered, she pondered. What if those visions had simply been occurring all along without his noticing? In dreams or maybe even idle thoughts of what if? She wished that she knew a dream-reader. Then, they would definitely be able to tell.

Romi · Feb 12, 2016

Oh no. Oh no, she wasn't going to just follow him. Of course, she was entirely right that it was awfully convenient that he didn't go blank or faint or any of the other stuff prophets were supposed to do. He knew some did - he'd just never properly appreciated the fact that his visions simply came to him without screwing up his daily life.

He shook his head frantically. "Cant - not in the mail truck." He blurted out desperately, wondering if he was going to have to call the cops. He didn't want to though. Especially not when he'd yet to explicitly tell her to leave him alone. He didn't want to tip his hand though - he didn't want to make it obvious that he knew she was up to something.

He turned quickly, speed walking his way back towards the mail truck parked near the start of his route.

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Emy · Feb 23, 2016

Berenice Atwater

There were laws against getting into mail trucks? How very strange. “Are you sure you should be driving right after having a vision?” Berry asked, trailing after him confidently. “You seem to have a remarkably coherent post-vision stage but I’m not certain. Most seers I have heard off act a bit like drunks in that stage and of course there’s always the possibility that somebody can be a reasonable drunk.” She wasn’t especially worried about his wellbeing, actually, having figured that he probably knew very well about what time he would die at. Or, perhaps he simply didn’t care. Seeing the future could become dreadfully frustrating and boring, Berry understood.

“I could always come with you to make sure. Nobody would even know.” It would be interesting to study whether or not this calm was because he was still rational or simply because he was dazed.

Romi · Feb 24, 2016

He'd clearly made a mistake, saying that he couldn't. He should have said that he wouldn't. He should have just said no, and then he'd see how they took it. People often didn't take you seriously if you didn't say no.

He was, in fact, completely fine. He had no side effects of visions. They didn't come over him like actual visions even - he just knew, the way some people could feel the wind pick up and know a storm was coming in.

"I'll - I'll be fine. Please go." He said. He just wanted her to go, and he was becoming increasingly alarmed and frightened. He was not the brave man that he was supposed to be - hardly more than a scared little boy when packed into a corner, even though the girl was so far from actually intimidating. Things on the island could be so deceiving, though...

"Please - just - let me leave." He kept cutting himself off, breathing becoming short out of panic.

@Emy

Emy · Feb 25, 2016

Berenice Atwater

"Well if you say so," Berry said, feeling a bit puzzled at his insistence on that point. "I do think that it would be counterproductive in any sort of research but I suppose that it would be good to have a control run to measure against future experiments."

She didn't quite follow him to his mail truck but it was close to it. Instead, Berry haunted the edge of the sidewalk, watching the man as he fled. "Tell me everything that happens afterwards," she told him. "Every action that you took must be recorded and studied. It would be good to check up on the subject of the vision afterwards as well to see what the end result really was."

Really, in an odd sort of way, Berry was delighted. Emil Virtanen certainly seemed interested in helping her with her new pet project. "You go on ahead. I will most definitely find you later."

Romi · Feb 27, 2016

She was just a girl - a young girl, with no obvious strength or skill. If she attacked him, odds were good that he'd be able to fend her off simply by size alone.

Even so, he was frightened. The idea of strangers victimizing those around them was one that was so often blown out of proportion. Attacks by strangers represented only a tiny portion of actual crime. As a victim of exactly one of those kinds of crimes, Emil was more sensitive than most. He was terrified of her, and at least some of his fear no doubt showed on his face. No doubt some would have laughed at him for being so afraid of such a young girl, but on the island, anyone could be dangerous. Physical size meant nothing when people could toss you around like a rag doll with their mind alone.

He got into the van and got out of there as fast as he could without breaking every law imaginable. He was going to be gone. He would change his route, maybe take some days off sick, and he would hope - desperately hope - that she forgot about him.

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