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Annabelle feels groggy when there's suddenly a bright light in her face, causing her to open her eyes. The grogginess is quickly washed away by fear and dread. The machinery stretching above her and the table that she's strapped to is terribly familiar by now.

She struggles and curses, but there's no one human in here right now, just a robot guard. The screaming gets on the nerves of the human scientists, you see.

Annabelle can't help but tense when she hears that all too familiar whine of the machine starting up. Electrical energy arcs from one piece of machinery to another and the pain begins.

It feels a bit like being punched all over her body for a minute or two, but the worst pain comes much faster this time. Annabelle can't see, can't think, the world is nothing but agony, as if every nerve has been set ablaze....

Date: 2010-01-01 07:07 am (UTC)
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Connor feels it the moment it starts: there is a reason Luke does his 'speeches' to people who are asleep, REM stage means their minds are open.

Easy for him to step inside and reach for Annabelle, but easy to make a mess if he is not careful.

It is past. Happened, but is not happening. You are safe. He lets the words echo, and touches the most recent real memory of Annabelle's: going to sleep in her room, watched over by him.

Date: 2010-01-01 07:45 am (UTC)
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Oh, now it gets serious.

He will no change the memories, no, but there is a screech of pain... coming from the scientists.

The mental image is a gift for Annabelle: a flare of violet light, and the torturers are having their spines pulled out, one vertebra at a time. Something like this is what they deserved. It takes a long time for the bastards to stop screaming.

I am here Annabelle. You are safe.

Date: 2010-01-01 08:00 am (UTC)
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Good. There is a touch of bitterness there, knowing how bad humanity can be, sometimes they do not regret breaking the world.

It is not a nice feeling, but they are still hurt and angry deep inside.

Or not so deep, in some cases. Enough with nightmares? Together, in her dreams; Connor draws Annabelle close.

Date: 2010-01-01 08:32 am (UTC)
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"You do not need to take me anywhere." He kisses back, holding her gently close. "I could show you a bit of Whitechapel..."

Date: 2010-01-01 09:03 am (UTC)
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He nods, and pulls out his own memories: the 'world' shines bright, then clears into a high view over flooded London. This is Kirk's watchtower. We built it above the church.

He spends days up here, making sure no looters approach unnoticed.


On the distance, a strange mix of motorcycle and helicopter flies past, leaving clouds of steam. That is KK. She is a mechanical genius, she and Caz built most of the infrastructure of the area.

Date: 2010-01-01 01:12 pm (UTC)
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He likes the quiet up here, and often I do not blame him. Connor takes her to the side from where they can see more. Those are Karl's gardens.

Date: 2010-01-01 08:10 pm (UTC)
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I bet they are doing great. Connor moves behind Annabelle, arms around her waist.

London is silent.

Far below, there are people on the streets, a few children playing, but overall? Very quiet. Most days are like this: Kirk is up here watching, Karl is in the garden with his plants, and the rest of us are scattered around, helping where needed.

Date: 2010-01-02 04:18 am (UTC)
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We do not have many fires. Sometimes people get angry and restless, and fight, and other times we are attacked, or we need to gather to do some larger project He kisses Annabelle's neck.

You think we might end with some kind of mixed-dimensional fruit, that looks like an apple, tastes like oranges and smells like bananas?"

Date: 2010-01-02 07:40 am (UTC)
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A telepathic and telekinetic having hallucinations would be specially not fun. Connor shakes head, kissing her neck again.

I am actually glad we only have to worry about here.

Date: 2010-01-03 09:52 am (UTC)
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In a hundred years? I would prefer that by then we would not need to cover anything. He nuzzles her ear. People need to walk with their own feet again.

Date: 2010-01-03 05:51 pm (UTC)
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"Maybe..." He resumes kissing her neck. "This is a dream... a vivid one, but still a dream."

Date: 2010-01-03 06:41 pm (UTC)
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No, I am just relaxing... He chuckles. Can not stand watch while sleeping. Maybe Kirk can, he is the best of us at metabolism control.

The memory-wind bring the scent of sea and the call of seagulls...

Date: 2010-01-03 07:00 pm (UTC)
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I do not wear out easily. Connor turns her to face him, kissing Annabelle's forehead. We all can go a few days without sleep.

Karl likes this a lot, the quiet; sometimes I wonder if we really did make it happen all on our own.

Date: 2010-01-03 07:36 pm (UTC)
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Maybe it is all wishful thinking, but we are all more or less settled in the matter. Connor turns her to watch the sea, drawing in another memory: a boat, navigating the canals of flooded London. That is Jack and his boat. He is our scavenger, seeking useful things in the ruins.

Date: 2010-01-03 08:26 pm (UTC)
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Also the one we need to bring to Milliways... then we could "smuggle" things from there, and Jack could say he found them on his foraging trips. Since it is a dream, based on his memories, Connor shifts their position to the small dock so Annabelle can have a closer look.

Date: 2010-01-03 11:09 pm (UTC)
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KK and Caz built it... well, they rebuilt it from an older one when we ran out of fuel. She can see Jack tie the boat to the dock and hop out. With the girls building things, there is always something we can use, while other survivor gangs just scrounge for clothes, food and weapons.

Date: 2010-01-04 12:09 am (UTC)
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KK and Caz have a thing for drinking. Tea wine. He did mention it before, right? She would kill for a bottle of The Macallan, I think.

Date: 2010-01-04 05:00 am (UTC)
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I think our main reason to not have something like that is lack of glue-making and glue-becoming materials. Connor chuckles low.

Hold on. He concentrates ad the position changes again, to show the Market, where people are busy trading and bartering goods. The old market: busiest part of Whitechapel all day.

Date: 2010-01-04 05:28 am (UTC)
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It is good to know a lot of humanity prefers to live in peace: there is still hope for the world. They just need to take care of the bad guys.

And speaking of peace, maybe I should let you go back into normal sleep? You need to rest, and we can finish the tour later. Of course, it may also have to do with the temptation of dream-seducing her...

Date: 2010-01-04 07:08 am (UTC)
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I will be right there on the couch, near. He nods, giving Annabelle a light, tender kiss. Now, sleep well.

He will let the dream panorama fade into the sensation of being tucked safely in bed: hopefully her mind had enough entertainment and Annabelle will have the chance of sleeping deep and long.

Date: 2010-01-04 03:36 pm (UTC)
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And when he is sure that Annabelle will sleep peacefully, Connor allows himself to fall asleep.

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