Bombard away. I did literally ask. And, real magic doesn't... exist. Where I'm from. You know, stage magicians?
Okay, actually. It's weirding me out to be away from work. I feel like I'm taking way too much personal leave, although obviously the time-space continuum doesn't work that way. What about you?
Oh, I'm good, I'm just saying. I know what stage magic is, I'm just curious why you specified stage magic if real magic isn't a thing where you're from, is all. I wondered if there was something else that just saying "magic" could've been confused for, or whatever.
Yeah, I know the feeling. Except substitute school for work. But a handful of people from home are here, as it turns out, so I don't feel quite as weird for being here, I guess? I don't know. I need to get out and meet people before I turn myself into a shut in or something haha
Well, that and my wish is a pretty tall order, so I should probably start actually contributing around here.
( Translation: she should probably get her cuddle on sooner than later if she wants to be able to hold up her end of the bargain without being here until the end of time. )
I was trying to be respectful to alternate worldviews, since the likelihood of someone here being familiar with 'real' magic is larger than zero. The laws of reality are fairly well-defined where I'm from, but that might not be the case everywhere. I'm open to being persuaded.
[ 'Start actually contributing'... Oh boy. Spencer had agreed to be here largely on the 'acts of goodwill' clause, but he is tentatively going to try the other type of contributions. Very tentatively. Maybe. ]
It's nice that you're not alone. Do you have any plans for 'contributing'?
Ah, understood. Not a bad approach, I'll give you that. I've seen things that most people — that once upon a time, even I — would consider magic, even though I don't think that they technically are. I'm not sure that makes sense. I know what I mean, anyway...
( Her eyebrows lift a little at the question, because she never really plans that sort of thing so much as she...makes it happen when she wants it to happen. Lydia knows she's attractive, she's confident, and when she wants something, she goes for it. That typically works in her favor. She's lucky, in that way, something she only recently actually recognized about herself. )
Yeah, except it's a little weird that we all seem to be from different points in time. I seem to be the furthest along, so I'm kind of treading carefully while I figure this all out.
Not so much plans unless a general "find someone I'd be interested in going to bed with within the next month or two" counts as a plan. Well, that's generalized enough to assume that said person is also interested in going to bed with me, but whatever. You know what I mean.
[ This is. Basically. Reid's brain going blue screen and rebooting. Please hold.
It does take a while for his response to come, both because he had to process it through the mortification, and then he kept typing and deleting all of his possible responses. The end result is somewhat stilted. Sadly, she gets to miss all the stuttering and stumbling as this is over text. ]
Something unexplained? I'd love to hear about it sometime. [ Like when he 'saw the light' during his near-death experience under Hankel's torture... Reid still hasn't been able to explain that one. And even such a morbid topic is easier for him to get a handle on than, um, a beautiful, younger woman's sex life. Seriously, is this real? Does this sort of thing just happen to Morgan all the time? ]
That's very direct of you. And fast. I'm not fast. My plans are looking into joining law enforcement or teaching. [ Or starting a support group, but Reid is still gunshy about mentioning that. ]
( She notices the delay but figures that it's just that he got distracted by something; that happens to her when she's texting all the time. Lydia doesn't really think much of it. )
Oh I could tell you plenty of stories that most people would think were completely insane, but I'll have to get to know you better first.
( To make sure human fear doesn't end in supernatural dead bodies, like it tends too often to do back home. )
Everybody's different. I don't really have any skills for anything beyond, like, retail work right now and I figure that's not going to really put a dent in my end of the bargain, so... I don't know. Does the fact that I'm "fast" and direct make you uncomfortable? I can be more aware of it when I'm talking to you.
I can respect that. I have some of those of my own.
[ Which is nothing but the truth, really. And then Spencer's put in another awkward position, but at least one where the answer is clear to him, if difficult to communicate. Still, he'd rather struggle with how to say something than with what to say at all. ]
I'm sure you're selling yourself short, Lydia. Don't tone anything down for my sake, just don't do anything you're not comfortable with? Maybe I sound like an old man saying that. [ He means it, though. Reid isn't about to essentially slut shame given his unfortunate familiarity with it from unsubs, and his personal discomfort isn't enough to make him embarrass someone else. But he has seen a lot, and he just wants to make sure... ]
( That's endearing as hell, that right there. They still hardly know each other and he's concerned. If he knew half of what she's capable of, he might not be as concerned, but since she's not sharing yet, it makes her smile. )
I never do anything I don't want to do.
( That's not entirely true. There's been plenty of times she hadn't wanted to put her life on the line for Beacon Hills, because she'd been tired or grieving or just wished she wasn't a part of all of it. But in the context he's talking about, it's true, at least. )
I don't know, I could learn really fast and I'm probably smarter than most people from around here, just statistically speaking, so you're probably right, but a lot of places want work experience and the only experience I've got is tutoring because I finished high school early and just stuck around taking extra classes and tutoring so I could graduate with my friends.
...and it doesn't make you sound like an old man. It makes you sound like a good friend. <3
[ He'd be less concerned, but definitely still concerned. He's kind of a soft touch and hates people getting hurt, even when it's temporary. ]
Good. Then don't let me stop you. Even if I don't understand it.
At least you had friends to stick around and graduate with. [ At one point he wouldn't have understood that decision, but having had real, good friends now, he understands it. She's like an odd reflection of his life experience in some ways, smart but intentionally sacrificing some of it for the sake of social connections. As shown in how easily she embarrasses him again with the heart emoticon and the sentiment. ] A good friend, or a paranoid one? [ Self-deprecation, always safe. He still has a hard time taking compliments about things that aren't his intelligence. ]
If there's something you want to do, I could help you figure it out. If you wanted the help. There's no reason to waste your time while you're here. It's no CalTech, but there is a university if you want to take a few classes.
[ And if he ends up teaching, he might need an assistant... Reid isn't quite impulsive enough to just type that out, but it occurs to him. ]
Where I come from, a paranoid friend is the best kind of friend to have.
( They're the ones that will go above and beyond with worry if something feels off; it's how they keep each other safe. That's how they have to operate in Beacon Hills. Without a healthy dose of paranoia, they'd probably all be dead by now. )
Yeah, I thought about the university actually, I just haven't decided if I want to go or if I want to put school on hold until I get back home, yet. I appreciate that, though. I think for me, step one: wrap my head around the time differences between my friends and I, step two: decide between school and work, step three: apparently give you a heart attack because I'm fast and direct ;)
( She almost makes a joke asking if he'd feel better if it was him she was pursuing, but Lydia figures that they're not really there yet and it could be perceived as more offensive or uncomfortable than funny or flirtatious, especially over text. She'll save it for later, though, that's for sure. )
That makes me deeply worried about where you come from. Although as someone who catches serial killers, I can only professionally endorse paranoia.
[ That's only half a joke. It is enough of a comment to wonder, and worry, over, but Reid isn't going to pry, and there's nothing he can do about it here. If he were in a position to get a case brought to the BAU, he might press when he hears things like this, but here in Cadelle it's pointless. ]
The fast and direct just took me by surprise. I'm not that bad. [ This has the definite note of a little brother with an oft-repeated complaint. He can practically hear his teammates ribbing him already, and has to swallow a pang of unexpected homesickness. He'd decided to be here, right? Asking about Lydia's problems is much easier than thinking about missing his friends. ] You have time differences with your friends? I thought you just meant you were from a different decade from the rest of us.
I wish we only dealt with serial killers. They're at least semi-predictable. And human.
( Bombshell number one, Spencer; welcome to her life. It's a lot harder to fight a thing when one doesn't know the thing actually exists and has to research what the thing even is before one can actually fight it. )
Yeah okay. :P lol
Yeah, let's see... I'm still trying to figure out exactly when Scott's up to. My ex-boyfriend is from before we even started dating, so that's awkward. Malia is from a little bit before me, but not a ton, which is easier. I'm literally the furthest ahead from what I can tell. So I don't know if anything I say will actually have an effect on their actual futures. I really hope not. I would like to think that if this place is able to bring us from different points on the same timeline, then it would be able to protect from paradoxical anomalies, right?
Non-human threats? Wait, like aliens? I met an alien earlier! She was incredible. Oh, but probably not incredible if you're comparing them to serial killers.
[ At home, Reid would be incredibly, deeply skeptical, and quietly pondering different mental delusions. Here... well, he's not putting fully aside that possibility, but he's much more apt to get excited about the alternatives. It's half the reason he'd wanted to stay, frankly. His wish meant a lot to him, but he wouldn't give up the good he could be doing at home to save one victim when there's so many potential others he could be working on, cold as that is. No, the chance to experience all of this, learn all of this, is incredibly compelling to him.
So-- he's excited, if properly skeptical, as any scientist would be with a whole new field. ]
You'd have to think so. It would be ludicrously irresponsible to go jumping us around the timeline without an ounce of protection to the integrity of the time stream. You'd think they'd know that much from Doctor Who. [ Okay wait, real conversation here. ] But that's definitely awkward. Is there anything you want to tell them?
Oh God, no. I don't know if I could handle aliens on top of everything else. At least not the kind that would be a threat. I'm talking about supernatural creatures. Stuff of mythology; werewolves, the Ghost Riders, hell hounds...stuff like that.
( It's probably a little fucked up how casually she can talk about this kind of thing now, but it's a lot easier for her to pretend she's not one of those things than it is for her friends, probably, so it comes a little easier, too.
If he wasn't so quick on the uptake, she probably wouldn't bother, but he seems open-minded enough. Besides, what has she got to lose? If he doesn't believe her, then he doesn't believe her. It'd hardly be the first time people thought she was crazy when she wasn't. )
Doctor what now?
I already told Stiles about us, because I figured it was better he heard it from me on purpose than finding out if I slipped up and tacked a reflexive I Love You onto a goodbye or something. We just recently split, back home. I'm still adjusting. It was mutual and amicable; long distance just wasn't working for us. It's just still kind of...I don't know. I'm getting used to it again, being single. I figured he was going to find out one way or another, I just wanted it on my terms.
But there's a few things I wouldn't mind saying to the others, if I knew it wasn't going to screw up time or whatever, yeah. Mostly about the battle I think they're still in the process of fighting, which I've already been through and moved past.
Supernatural creatures? I take it you have direct evidence that it's more than collective delusion, folklore, and circumstantial proof?
[ Here he is, giving the benefit of the doubt. Reid is, of course, extremely interested in even the possibility that it's real. ]
You haven't seen Doctor Who? It's a classic.
It would be hard for someone close to you to be on a different page about your shared history. [ He can't help thinking of his mom, odd a comparison as it seems... Of course, this has a simpler answer. ] Telling him was probably a good idea. Are you sure you want to tell them about something traumatic that's going to happen? A 'battle'?
Yeah, I don't love it, but if I can talk freely without breaking the whole universe or something, then I'll be able to deal better. You ask that like they're not used to traumatic events. Besides, they're already in the middle of the battle, I just made it through the end. They're aware of what's going on, just not how it ends. Spoiler alert: we kicked ass. We always kick ass.
Not over a dating app, but if you want to get together. Some of it isn't mine to share, but what is, sure. If you promise not to think I'm crazy. I'm sick of people thinking I'm crazy. Especially when I'm hardly the only person who knows what's really going on in Beacon Hills.
( Her mother finally got fed up enough thinking that Lydia was crazy like her grandmother — who, incidentally, wasn't crazy at all; she was just also a banshee — that she checked Lydia into Eichen House. Given that all they were interested in doing was experimenting on her to see how far they could push her banshee abilities, if she had been legitimately mentally ill, her stay there certainly wouldn't have done her any favors. She still has a scar carefully hidden under her thick red hair from where they drilled a hole into her skull. Treppaning wouldn't have been her choice for mental health treatment, if she'd had a say in it, that's for sure. )
It's not just high schoolers. We're part of it, but we have adults fighting with us. We live in Beacon Hills. It's literally called that because the town is a beacon for the supernatural and, just like people, there are bad ones just like there are good ones. But most of the town hadn't been aware of all of that until recently.
...let's just say they didn't like what they found out much. The rest, I'll save for talking in person, if it's all the same to you...
[ He'd sort of guessed, but look, it's confusing. Okay-- focusing on the serious topic at hand. ]
No, I understand. We can meet up. I've spoken with genuinely crazy people, and experiencing something you can't easily explain is completely different from delusion.
If you literally had no adults involved I would start to question the capacity and compassion of the adults in your town. [ AKA, he's relieved to hear that, although he's still trying to swallow this information. ] I definitely want to hear everything you're willing to say about your experience of the supernatural.
Yes, sweetie. I think it's mostly meant to be a dating app, like Tinder or whatever.
( Not that she's ever bothered with them for herself; she's never really had to. )
For a while, it was just us, but that was mostly because we kept everything secret; we didn't think they would believe us. My mom was the last parent to come around. I guess it was easier to believe in the supernatural if you can actually see it and she didn't really have that luxury. But yeah, I'll talk about it, if you're interested. Some of it — a lot of it — will sound like I'm making things up. It's not pretty and I'm not going to sugarcoat or romanticize it, so...just be sure you really want to hear it before you ask when we see each other next.
( Lydia isn't actually worried that that'll be an issue with Spencer, especially given the nature of his own job back home and the way he talks freely about it, but she figures she needs to say it still, for her own peace of mind. )
It wasn't obvious! Is that what people are using check marks for?
You put a check mark!
[ The tones of these two conversations are wildly discordant but Reid just... can't help it. ]
I can't blame you for thinking they wouldn't believe you. I'm not sure I would if you didn't have all the hallmark indicators of telling the truth, and I know I'm in another universe that serves as a multidimensional meeting point. But your mom did come around eventually? [ He zeroes in on that as a momma's boy himself. ]
There's pretty much nothing you could tell me that I wouldn't be able to take hearing, Lydia. You can say whatever you want to say.
[ There's maybe a little bit of his soft-spoken, careful, talking-to-victims mindset in there. ]
[ He can't entirely deal with those implications. They meet his brain and slide right off, unable to compute. He just... moves on. ]
If I give someone a check mark, are they going to think I'm interested in them? I can't manufacture sentiment for someone based on a picture and a three-line bio.
[ Yes, he's a touch grumpy. Spencer's love life and lack thereof is a regular source of discomfort. In many ways, growing up has been a blessing for feeling less alienated than he had as a too-smart too-young kid, but some things just haven't changed in their ability to make him feel like there's something off about him, and how he approaches human connection is one of them.
As for this-- when he puts it together, it hits surprisingly close to home. But he doesn't just... blurt out things about his mom. It's too soon for that. Yet he's definitely thinking it, and can start to understand. ]
I don't agree with referring to the mentally ill in pejorative terms to start with. If you had something wrong with you, you would deserve sympathy and help. Even crazy people should be listened to.
They'll think that you're interested in, at the very least, getting to know them to see if you're interested, probably. That's how I would take it, anyway. I don't think anyone expects you to fall in love with them based on their stupid okCuddle profile sweetie, you're overthinking it. It's just an app. A facilitator. It's up to you whether you use it for facilitating platonic, romantic, or sexual encounters. Or for all of the above. No one's going to judge you no matter what direction you go. Or if they do, I'll kick their asses, problem solved.
Seriously, don't worry about it so much, Spencer.
( She sighs a little. He's preaching to the choir. )
Even if I had been mentally ill, Eichen House isn't a mental hospital anyway. It's just a torture lab pretending to be one. But my mom didn't know any better, so I don't hold it against her. It isn't her fault she trusted people presenting themselves as medical professionals and it isn't her fault that she thought my best friend's death broke me. She was just doing what she thought was best for me. ...she just happened to be wrong.
Me calling it the looney bin because it isn't a legitimate mental hospital at all, not for people like me. She never would've called it that. She never did; my grandmother was there, too. She died in there. Now I know why.
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You're just asking to be bombarded with silly trivia :P Stage magic as opposed to...real magic or...?
How are you settling in so far?
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Okay, actually. It's weirding me out to be away from work. I feel like I'm taking way too much personal leave, although obviously the time-space continuum doesn't work that way. What about you?
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Yeah, I know the feeling. Except substitute school for work. But a handful of people from home are here, as it turns out, so I don't feel quite as weird for being here, I guess? I don't know. I need to get out and meet people before I turn myself into a shut in or something haha
Well, that and my wish is a pretty tall order, so I should probably start actually contributing around here.
( Translation: she should probably get her cuddle on sooner than later if she wants to be able to hold up her end of the bargain without being here until the end of time. )
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[ 'Start actually contributing'... Oh boy. Spencer had agreed to be here largely on the 'acts of goodwill' clause, but he is tentatively going to try the other type of contributions. Very tentatively. Maybe. ]
It's nice that you're not alone. Do you have any plans for 'contributing'?
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( Her eyebrows lift a little at the question, because she never really plans that sort of thing so much as she...makes it happen when she wants it to happen. Lydia knows she's attractive, she's confident, and when she wants something, she goes for it. That typically works in her favor. She's lucky, in that way, something she only recently actually recognized about herself. )
Yeah, except it's a little weird that we all seem to be from different points in time. I seem to be the furthest along, so I'm kind of treading carefully while I figure this all out.
Not so much plans unless a general "find someone I'd be interested in going to bed with within the next month or two" counts as a plan. Well, that's generalized enough to assume that said person is also interested in going to bed with me, but whatever. You know what I mean.
Do you?
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It does take a while for his response to come, both because he had to process it through the mortification, and then he kept typing and deleting all of his possible responses. The end result is somewhat stilted. Sadly, she gets to miss all the stuttering and stumbling as this is over text. ]
Something unexplained? I'd love to hear about it sometime. [ Like when he 'saw the light' during his near-death experience under Hankel's torture... Reid still hasn't been able to explain that one. And even such a morbid topic is easier for him to get a handle on than, um, a beautiful, younger woman's sex life. Seriously, is this real? Does this sort of thing just happen to Morgan all the time? ]
That's very direct of you. And fast. I'm not fast. My plans are looking into joining law enforcement or teaching. [ Or starting a support group, but Reid is still gunshy about mentioning that. ]
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Oh I could tell you plenty of stories that most people would think were completely insane, but I'll have to get to know you better first.
( To make sure human fear doesn't end in supernatural dead bodies, like it tends too often to do back home. )
Everybody's different. I don't really have any skills for anything beyond, like, retail work right now and I figure that's not going to really put a dent in my end of the bargain, so... I don't know. Does the fact that I'm "fast" and direct make you uncomfortable? I can be more aware of it when I'm talking to you.
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[ Which is nothing but the truth, really. And then Spencer's put in another awkward position, but at least one where the answer is clear to him, if difficult to communicate. Still, he'd rather struggle with how to say something than with what to say at all. ]
I'm sure you're selling yourself short, Lydia. Don't tone anything down for my sake, just don't do anything you're not comfortable with? Maybe I sound like an old man saying that. [ He means it, though. Reid isn't about to essentially slut shame given his unfortunate familiarity with it from unsubs, and his personal discomfort isn't enough to make him embarrass someone else. But he has seen a lot, and he just wants to make sure... ]
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I never do anything I don't want to do.
( That's not entirely true. There's been plenty of times she hadn't wanted to put her life on the line for Beacon Hills, because she'd been tired or grieving or just wished she wasn't a part of all of it. But in the context he's talking about, it's true, at least. )
I don't know, I could learn really fast and I'm probably smarter than most people from around here, just statistically speaking, so you're probably right, but a lot of places want work experience and the only experience I've got is tutoring because I finished high school early and just stuck around taking extra classes and tutoring so I could graduate with my friends.
...and it doesn't make you sound like an old man. It makes you sound like a good friend. <3
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Good. Then don't let me stop you. Even if I don't understand it.
At least you had friends to stick around and graduate with. [ At one point he wouldn't have understood that decision, but having had real, good friends now, he understands it. She's like an odd reflection of his life experience in some ways, smart but intentionally sacrificing some of it for the sake of social connections. As shown in how easily she embarrasses him again with the heart emoticon and the sentiment. ] A good friend, or a paranoid one? [ Self-deprecation, always safe. He still has a hard time taking compliments about things that aren't his intelligence. ]
If there's something you want to do, I could help you figure it out. If you wanted the help. There's no reason to waste your time while you're here. It's no CalTech, but there is a university if you want to take a few classes.
[ And if he ends up teaching, he might need an assistant... Reid isn't quite impulsive enough to just type that out, but it occurs to him. ]
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( They're the ones that will go above and beyond with worry if something feels off; it's how they keep each other safe. That's how they have to operate in Beacon Hills. Without a healthy dose of paranoia, they'd probably all be dead by now. )
Yeah, I thought about the university actually, I just haven't decided if I want to go or if I want to put school on hold until I get back home, yet. I appreciate that, though. I think for me, step one: wrap my head around the time differences between my friends and I, step two: decide between school and work, step three: apparently give you a heart attack because I'm fast and direct ;)
( She almost makes a joke asking if he'd feel better if it was him she was pursuing, but Lydia figures that they're not really there yet and it could be perceived as more offensive or uncomfortable than funny or flirtatious, especially over text. She'll save it for later, though, that's for sure. )
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[ That's only half a joke. It is enough of a comment to wonder, and worry, over, but Reid isn't going to pry, and there's nothing he can do about it here. If he were in a position to get a case brought to the BAU, he might press when he hears things like this, but here in Cadelle it's pointless. ]
The fast and direct just took me by surprise. I'm not that bad. [ This has the definite note of a little brother with an oft-repeated complaint. He can practically hear his teammates ribbing him already, and has to swallow a pang of unexpected homesickness. He'd decided to be here, right? Asking about Lydia's problems is much easier than thinking about missing his friends. ] You have time differences with your friends? I thought you just meant you were from a different decade from the rest of us.
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( Bombshell number one, Spencer; welcome to her life. It's a lot harder to fight a thing when one doesn't know the thing actually exists and has to research what the thing even is before one can actually fight it. )
Yeah okay. :P lol
Yeah, let's see... I'm still trying to figure out exactly when Scott's up to. My ex-boyfriend is from before we even started dating, so that's awkward. Malia is from a little bit before me, but not a ton, which is easier. I'm literally the furthest ahead from what I can tell. So I don't know if anything I say will actually have an effect on their actual futures. I really hope not. I would like to think that if this place is able to bring us from different points on the same timeline, then it would be able to protect from paradoxical anomalies, right?
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[ At home, Reid would be incredibly, deeply skeptical, and quietly pondering different mental delusions. Here... well, he's not putting fully aside that possibility, but he's much more apt to get excited about the alternatives. It's half the reason he'd wanted to stay, frankly. His wish meant a lot to him, but he wouldn't give up the good he could be doing at home to save one victim when there's so many potential others he could be working on, cold as that is. No, the chance to experience all of this, learn all of this, is incredibly compelling to him.
So-- he's excited, if properly skeptical, as any scientist would be with a whole new field. ]
You'd have to think so. It would be ludicrously irresponsible to go jumping us around the timeline without an ounce of protection to the integrity of the time stream. You'd think they'd know that much from Doctor Who. [ Okay wait, real conversation here. ] But that's definitely awkward. Is there anything you want to tell them?
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( It's probably a little fucked up how casually she can talk about this kind of thing now, but it's a lot easier for her to pretend she's not one of those things than it is for her friends, probably, so it comes a little easier, too.
If he wasn't so quick on the uptake, she probably wouldn't bother, but he seems open-minded enough. Besides, what has she got to lose? If he doesn't believe her, then he doesn't believe her. It'd hardly be the first time people thought she was crazy when she wasn't. )
Doctor what now?
I already told Stiles about us, because I figured it was better he heard it from me on purpose than finding out if I slipped up and tacked a reflexive I Love You onto a goodbye or something. We just recently split, back home. I'm still adjusting. It was mutual and amicable; long distance just wasn't working for us. It's just still kind of...I don't know. I'm getting used to it again, being single. I figured he was going to find out one way or another, I just wanted it on my terms.
But there's a few things I wouldn't mind saying to the others, if I knew it wasn't going to screw up time or whatever, yeah. Mostly about the battle I think they're still in the process of fighting, which I've already been through and moved past.
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[ Here he is, giving the benefit of the doubt. Reid is, of course, extremely interested in even the possibility that it's real. ]
You haven't seen Doctor Who? It's a classic.
It would be hard for someone close to you to be on a different page about your shared history. [ He can't help thinking of his mom, odd a comparison as it seems... Of course, this has a simpler answer. ] Telling him was probably a good idea. Are you sure you want to tell them about something traumatic that's going to happen? A 'battle'?
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( Does actually being one count? )
I've never heard of it...
Yeah, I don't love it, but if I can talk freely without breaking the whole universe or something, then I'll be able to deal better. You ask that like they're not used to traumatic events. Besides, they're already in the middle of the battle, I just made it through the end. They're aware of what's going on, just not how it ends. Spoiler alert: we kicked ass. We always kick ass.
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[ He would definitely accept that as conclusive evidence, yes. ]
I'm glad that you 'kicked ass' but what actually happened? What are high schoolers having battles about? Are supernatural forces that endemic?
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( Her mother finally got fed up enough thinking that Lydia was crazy like her grandmother — who, incidentally, wasn't crazy at all; she was just also a banshee — that she checked Lydia into Eichen House. Given that all they were interested in doing was experimenting on her to see how far they could push her banshee abilities, if she had been legitimately mentally ill, her stay there certainly wouldn't have done her any favors. She still has a scar carefully hidden under her thick red hair from where they drilled a hole into her skull. Treppaning wouldn't have been her choice for mental health treatment, if she'd had a say in it, that's for sure. )
It's not just high schoolers. We're part of it, but we have adults fighting with us. We live in Beacon Hills. It's literally called that because the town is a beacon for the supernatural and, just like people, there are bad ones just like there are good ones. But most of the town hadn't been aware of all of that until recently.
...let's just say they didn't like what they found out much. The rest, I'll save for talking in person, if it's all the same to you...
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[ He'd sort of guessed, but look, it's confusing. Okay-- focusing on the serious topic at hand. ]
No, I understand. We can meet up. I've spoken with genuinely crazy people, and experiencing something you can't easily explain is completely different from delusion.
If you literally had no adults involved I would start to question the capacity and compassion of the adults in your town. [ AKA, he's relieved to hear that, although he's still trying to swallow this information. ] I definitely want to hear everything you're willing to say about your experience of the supernatural.
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Yes, sweetie. I think it's mostly meant to be a dating app, like Tinder or whatever.
( Not that she's ever bothered with them for herself; she's never really had to. )
For a while, it was just us, but that was mostly because we kept everything secret; we didn't think they would believe us. My mom was the last parent to come around. I guess it was easier to believe in the supernatural if you can actually see it and she didn't really have that luxury. But yeah, I'll talk about it, if you're interested. Some of it — a lot of it — will sound like I'm making things up. It's not pretty and I'm not going to sugarcoat or romanticize it, so...just be sure you really want to hear it before you ask when we see each other next.
( Lydia isn't actually worried that that'll be an issue with Spencer, especially given the nature of his own job back home and the way he talks freely about it, but she figures she needs to say it still, for her own peace of mind. )
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You put a check mark!
[ The tones of these two conversations are wildly discordant but Reid just... can't help it. ]
I can't blame you for thinking they wouldn't believe you. I'm not sure I would if you didn't have all the hallmark indicators of telling the truth, and I know I'm in another universe that serves as a multidimensional meeting point. But your mom did come around eventually? [ He zeroes in on that as a momma's boy himself. ]
There's pretty much nothing you could tell me that I wouldn't be able to take hearing, Lydia. You can say whatever you want to say.
[ There's maybe a little bit of his soft-spoken, careful, talking-to-victims mindset in there. ]
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You're attractive and I like talking to you. Of course I gave you a check mark.
( Obviously. )
Eventually. After sending me to the looney bin for a while. Long story not meant for the dating app, though, again.
Yeah...you say that now. We'll see. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt since you said you won't think I'm crazy.
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If I give someone a check mark, are they going to think I'm interested in them? I can't manufacture sentiment for someone based on a picture and a three-line bio.
[ Yes, he's a touch grumpy. Spencer's love life and lack thereof is a regular source of discomfort. In many ways, growing up has been a blessing for feeling less alienated than he had as a too-smart too-young kid, but some things just haven't changed in their ability to make him feel like there's something off about him, and how he approaches human connection is one of them.
As for this-- when he puts it together, it hits surprisingly close to home. But he doesn't just... blurt out things about his mom. It's too soon for that. Yet he's definitely thinking it, and can start to understand. ]
I don't agree with referring to the mentally ill in pejorative terms to start with. If you had something wrong with you, you would deserve sympathy and help. Even crazy people should be listened to.
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Seriously, don't worry about it so much, Spencer.
( She sighs a little. He's preaching to the choir. )
Even if I had been mentally ill, Eichen House isn't a mental hospital anyway. It's just a torture lab pretending to be one. But my mom didn't know any better, so I don't hold it against her. It isn't her fault she trusted people presenting themselves as medical professionals and it isn't her fault that she thought my best friend's death broke me.
She was just doing what she thought was best for me. ...she just happened to be wrong.
Me calling it the looney bin because it isn't a legitimate mental hospital at all, not for people like me. She never would've called it that. She never did; my grandmother was there, too. She died in there.
Now I know why.
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