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empathicfault) wrote2023-02-20 08:07 pm
empathicfault) wrote2023-02-20 08:07 pm
PSL: Travels outside the Barge (w/Malcolm)
Piloting their new ship is a little difficult. It takes reading the (somehow enclosed) manual back-to-front and learning the control panel, now situated in what looks like a little closet on the window side of the living room. It's in the new hallway that leads to the small courtyard, which Will intends to decorate once they get this one chore done first.
Thankfully, the majority of the controls are intuition-based, going off the person who puts their hand on a small orb on the panel. The rest, as it turns out, is tweaking. And luckily (or otherwise), no tweaking is necessary for their first flight.
They're heading to Will's home world.
But Will doesn't specify where, just a year later than he left. he inadvertently brings them to where he'd left. The door opens from a wall of Hannibal's cliffside home, and looks out onto the driveway. The Dragon's wings are still there, staining the cement. They overlook the grey day and the churning seaside.
Will finds himself stuck in the doorway, unsure whether he's compelled to walk out and remember or slam the door shut and take them elsewhere.
Thankfully, the majority of the controls are intuition-based, going off the person who puts their hand on a small orb on the panel. The rest, as it turns out, is tweaking. And luckily (or otherwise), no tweaking is necessary for their first flight.
They're heading to Will's home world.
But Will doesn't specify where, just a year later than he left. he inadvertently brings them to where he'd left. The door opens from a wall of Hannibal's cliffside home, and looks out onto the driveway. The Dragon's wings are still there, staining the cement. They overlook the grey day and the churning seaside.
Will finds himself stuck in the doorway, unsure whether he's compelled to walk out and remember or slam the door shut and take them elsewhere.
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“Rumours of his death were greatly exaggerated,” he deadpans. “So… do you want to see Will or not? Because if you don’t make it worth his while by acquiescing to this one teensy tiny request that you don’t even care about, we’ll just leave. We’ll leave this reality forever and there’ll be no hole you can rip in the universe big enough for him to see you through.” He pauses as though something has just occurred to him. “Are you worried about them calling the police and getting interrupted before you and Will get a chance to really talk? Because… they can go in there,” he explains, pointing to the door in the tree. “No way for them to call for help in this dimension from there. And when they walk in, Will will walk out.”
Malcolm is well aware of the leverage in narcissistic supply, even if Hannibal doesn’t want to admit it to himself. One thing he must know is that Will is a man with enough resolve - or at least enough pettiness - to walk away as promised if he doesn’t get his way. Especially if Malcolm has truly replaced Hannibal for Will. Which is something Malcolm expects Hannibal will want to know for sure.