Going to ryansgulch after the DVD comes out on the 23rd.

[bookofjohn]

...I can't go to the meetings or do anything like that but at the very least I can give them my money...

And spread the word. That's your motivation, to use me..

I'm- [he licks his lips] I'm no prophet. I don't know what you want to do with me there.

...Because [and here his tone turns resentful] Deciding to bring me back isn't going to do anything. And Daniel's not there so what does it matter anyway!

...I'm not going. I'm not. I don't want to. Just send me back there, I'll find him eventually.

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[ancientstalker]

I take it you lost someone?

[bookofjohn]

My son.

[ancientstalker]

[Yep. Just ignore the millions of years old alien here that looks exactly like you. He makes a small 'Ah' noise.]

And you think he'll be in these games? Possible. Highly possible.

[bookofjohn]

[There is something that John doesn't remember. Something important and he taps at his head for a moment because he is so far gone that even thinking about it..

Grief will do that to a man. Grief and Guilt.]

...You..

...He likes games.

[ancientstalker]

Perhaps not the ones these mundanes are fond of putting us through. Its hard to imagine anyone likes them.

[bookofjohn]

[John gives a small humorless snort, horror gone in an instant.]

It can't be any worse then the carnival.

[ancientstalker]

[Just as calm, just as bland. He's million of years old, and probably helped found most of the rumours of God, albeit not intentionally.]

Unless one of them is in a... Carnival? I remember... There's nothing bad about carnivals from what I saw on TV.

[bookofjohn]

[He visibly flinches at that and then laughs softly.]

...Not this carnival.

[A hand strays to his ear and drops, quickly.] ...He ran off into it and now I can't fucking find the little basta..

[No. no that's bad john. Don't be angry. Whimpering, he wraps his hands over his ears.]

[ancientstalker]

[And Orlin's expression flickers just so slightly to concern.]

Are you okay?

[bookofjohn]

...No I'm not okay do I look okay? Honestly?

[ancientstalker]

I might be able to help.

[bookofjohn]

[His eyes widen. Slightly.]

...I'd...really like to see that thanks.

[ancientstalker]

Close your eyes.

[Orlin takes up position before John.]

Open your mind.

[bookofjohn]

[He stares.]

...If this is the part where you tell me to open my third eye, I might...punch you.

[Most halfhearted threat ever. Hesitating, he draws in a deep breath and shuts his eyes.]

[ancientstalker]

Nothing like that.

[He takes a step closer.]

Just relax.

[bookofjohn]

[It's nerves. That's what he tells himself. He is a ball of nerves ever since Daniel. He was a pilot for godsake.

He can do this.

Inhaling, he closes his eyes and focuses on flying. Calm seas, calm sky...something that was his and his alone.

But that nervous edge never really leaves.]

[ancientstalker]

[And there'll be a flood of white light, and a sudden sense of... calm. And knowledge. Millions of years of knowledge. But the calm is what prevails

Orlin, himself, is bathed in a brilliant white light, tentacles of energy swirling around as he maintains his ascended form for as long as possible, maintaining the calm as long as he can.]