Private Convo with Beatrice, Saturday, approximately 12-PM

[caineraisingproject]

Keenan slept like a log. That was terrifying in and of itself.

And two of the people he had spoken to mentioned surviving a world with games like this one - one of them actually admitting to being the mastermind of a murder mystery.

He's not sure why he's reaching out to that self-described Witch. Maybe it was her standing offer of listening to her story and believing it, although that wasn't too hard to find. Maybe it was wanting to trade his story for hers. And maybe...

Probably it was wanting to survive, and wanting pointers from someone who had experience. Keenan was willing to admit he was that cynical.

Which is why he slipped an invitation to the lunch and poker game under her door, adding "If you want to hear my story, come early."

If she comes - when she comes - he's in the kitchen, slicing a whole bunch of tomatoes.

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[caineraisingproject]

Keenan had stations with bacon, lettuce, tomato and now toast set up. It didn't take a genius to see what plans he had for mass-produced lunch.

"When I'm done with them you can have a couple, or maybe some of the quesadillas I'm making," he says. "Making iced tea, punch, and lemonade too. No booze yet, though. Hey, I invited you for lunch and poker, too. That offer stands."

He shakes his head. "But man. Here we are back at faerie tales. You never, ever make a bargain with those glamorous guys who 'live in the wild.' Ever. And if you do, you keep a receipt, and you check the exact words. Still. That's cold."

Keenan is seeming to take Beato's claims of being a witch at face value. And he's alone with her. That might prove interesting later.

"And now here you are, being given a 'sporting chance,' along with me. Anything else you feel like adding before I start my long and tragic story?"

[awitchdidit]

She smirks. "I could write a novel about what happened there. Have, really. The details are less important to note than the general idea. People don't make scenarios like this unwinnable. You may be unwilling or unable to satisfy their conditions, but the game has a solution."

Beatrice studies her nails again. She really wants her pipe back. It gives her something to do with her hands. "And I do consider this a game, rather than an experiment. I'm not convinced the beautiful doctor is more than a front as it is, and the scientist in our group has done nothing but critique the experimental method here. Thinking of it as a battle of wits is better than considering ourselves test subjects, at any rate."

[caineraisingproject]

Keenan nods. It's a sensible way of putting it. Even if they think of themselves as a scientist, it's one who's playing a game wrapped up in the skin of a science experiment.

"Sounds like interesting reading. Wouldn't know if I'd file it with Grimm or Christie. Or hell, Butcher. But... Yuuki would definitely want it for the Archives."

Keenan starts spreading mayo thin on the toast for his assembly line.

"I know what genre my story is in. Postapocalyptic YA fiction bullshit. It starts off with all the adults in the world falling asleep with this... blissed out expression, then throws in Nightmares striding in, from our dreams through the ocean to the Wake, for a turning point."

He goes quiet for a second. There, mayo is done; half the toast is coated. On to the lettuce.

"Even I don't know how I survived until I could fight back, but it was like that for 5 years before we could do anything about it."

[awitchdidit]

Beatrice crosses her legs and bounces one foot, listening attentively, like she's sitting on a chair instead of a stainless steel countertop.

"Your story isn't far off from a fairy tale either," she says. "All the men and women of the kingdom asleep, with only the youths to save them. How do you fight back against Nightmares, exactly?"

[caineraisingproject]

"With love as my weapon and trust as my armor," he says, immediately, without hesitation.

Then he clarifies. "There's a - a device, a weapon, that we stole from the aliens. Huge enough that we needed to put it in it's own Creche, with it's own generator, and it needs two people to work it. One is the Pilot, who crawls into one of its Cradles and falls asleep, dreaming of victory, calling on the spirit of those they care for as weapons and armor. One's the Anchor, who keeps us from drifting off. Keeps us grounded. Wakes us up, and shrinks our head."

His smile gets painful. "You don't have to be involved with your Anchor, but it helps. Last thing I remember before getting here was Yuuki breaking up with me. And..."

He shakes his head. "And frankly I deserved it, but that's not important right now."

[awitchdidit]

"Hm. So rather than drift forever in a dream, you're brought back to reality by love, is that it?" she wonders. "I can see it..."

She doesn't really care about your relationship problems, KC, any more than you care about hers. And she's got a lot more.

"It's amazing what humans can do with the right tools, though. Assaulted by the otherworldly, you take their abilities and make them your own. It's the same reason humans started summoning and binding demons..."

[caineraisingproject]

He didn't think she would care about his relationship drama, to be frank. That's not why he wanted to talk.

"Not only brought back to reality, but made us able to mess with the Dream. Anchors do most of direct messing with the landscape, but Pilots make the weapons. Without the ANIMa, I can't do it. With it..."

He shakes his head. "What's left of humanity does what it does best: take fire from the gods and run."

Lettuce is layered. On to tomato. "You've been the one in charge of a game like this, For whatever reasons. You wanna call it protecting your own interests, enforcing a deal, I won't argue. That means you're the one here most likely to know what the mastermind is thinking. Am I wrong?"

[awitchdidit]

"I can certainly make more educated guesses," she says, shrugging, "and I'm always willing to consider the game from my opponent's perspective. What they want, though, and even who they are..."

She's still not sure the doctor isn't just a pretty face or a patsy, after all.

"Like I said, educated guesses. I can say what I would do, but I make no guarantees."

[caineraisingproject]

"Still one of the only ones with a flashlight while we're groping in the dark," Keenan says.

And now he's layering on the bacon.

"I'm not saying I trust you. I'm saying that until you earn that trust, I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt. It's... worked so far, and my world's got a bad case of paranoia. Not sure what that's worth from some punk teenager, but there you go."