givessweetness | Video 4 § Honesty is a Virtue.

[A very puzzled, if affected, Wynter appears on screen.]

Ah. ...Nothing's happened?

[He was expecting something.] I'm not weird to anyone, am I? [Wynter's going to regret asking that.] Different?

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No weirder than normal, lovey. Why, what were you 'oping for?

[This question is easy to answer because he would have done so honestly anyway.] Something I could see?

I do like the ones where we turn into things. We got turned six inches tall once, that were a right laugh.

The one where we got each other's memories, too. Not so much funny. But I wouldn't've missed it.

Sounds massively inconvenient.

And the latter. I shouldn't like to inflict mine on anyone. [And he doesn't really have much intention of elaborating a great deal, but hey.]

For some. Rex nearly got ate by 'is own pet snake. Me, I 'ad fun in the kitchens. I swandived into a bowl of whipped cream off Wade's shoulder for a lark, it were brilliant.

[She eyes him, tenderly curious.]

Everyone's got terrible memories somewhere, lovey. Sharing 'em can make 'em easier to bear.

[He thinks about that for a second. He doesn't know quite what conclusion to draw, but it's not important.]

Sharing is one thing. Inflicting it on the general populace with no preparation is entirely another. It's not about me, it's about everyone else.

Everyone 'ere's so afraid of a bit of intimacy. What've you got that's so much worse than everyone else, lovey?

[AND HERE WE GO.]

Pandora lured me into infecting myself with the virus, so she could use me as a vector to spread it to the entire population of Gallifrey, but I refused with all the strength I had, crushing my hands, biting off my tongue and searing my own face off, then I proceeded to hijack a TARDIS and warn the President with only two thoughts in my mind, warning her and not regenerating. All the time, I heard her mocking laugh. It spurred me on, I suppose.

[He is beyond noticing that 'hey, this is the flood!' at this point, it's so emotional and in the flow of things.] If it's enough to get every Time Lord that encountered 'The Broken Man' to feel sorry for him, you can be damned sure it's not something I ever want to inflict on others.

Edited Date: 2014-03-29 09:50 pm (UTC)

...Oh, Wynter. Sweetheart.

[She winces for him, aches again to come and hold him.]

I knew it must've been bad. I 'ad no idea it were as bad as that. That's why you were so peculiar with me, your first day?

Yes. You weren't serious, of course you weren't, so I internally associated you with her and so I was... angry, scared and lashed out. I'm sorry about that.

I'm rarely serious, darling. Don't confuse that with not being serious.

...So I reckon we know what this flood is now. Anything you want to ask me to balance it out?

[He pauses as he reverses track.] No. 'Balancing out' seems more trouble than it's worth, usually.

[It's more out of consideration that he bothers trying at all.] How long have you been without having an inmate? Assuming you didn't have... Victor? Instantly, of course.

Oh, Victor's me second, I 'ad Wade first. Lovely man, I miss 'im something awful. Two months or thereabouts, between joining up and getting paired; then Vic showed up almost as soon as Wade 'ad gone. They're from the same world, you know. Same as Rogue, too. I seem to 'ave a knack for 'em.

Well, let's hope, for Rogue's sake, that you don't make it three.

Not particularly. I can't determine the cause of any such flood.

Anyone'd think I weren't improving on 'em, the way you talk.

Well. Wade really didn't need improving. A bit of support and love, that was all. Vic's another story; but almost more fun, in 'is way.

...This ship's good at matchmaking, mind you. Sometimes you do 'ave to wait a while for the right one to come along. There any unpaired inates you get on with, so far?

Well, no, you'd to have specifically designed scanners for that. That can't be done at the drop of a hat.

Edited (word fail) Date: 2014-03-29 11:46 pm (UTC)

[Heh.] I think Rogue might object to the demotion, that's all.

[He shrugs slightly.] Steph? Who's, of course, paired and probably pretty near graduated anyway.

Do such things exist? I was not aware the Barge would permit herself to be examined in such a way.

I'm not sure. But interference can be overcome. Either way, it would be a difficult project to accomplish. I'm sure it would take years, that kind of thing always does.

Likely the balance between how useful this tool would be compared to how much time it would take to put together and be accurate would make compiling it completely unfeasible.

[That happens all the time on Gallifrey, so Wynter's response is a mild shrug.] I would hope so, by the implication of what you're saying means that no one is stuck here forever. Even if it's less than convenient right this moment.

Precisely.

When do you expect we'll have an answer?

It's apparently 'answering direct questions truthfully'. Which, is fine, since I've nothing to lie about, well, nothing anyone here will care about.

....Is it?

[Because hello. Scorpius can usually determine lies from truth as part of his innate abilities, but this is something else entirely.]

This is, of course, only useful if the questions must be answered rather than ignored.

[Time to test this shit out]

What is your darkest and most private secret?

Yes.

I… don't know. [This is true. Yes, there's that Pandora thing. But the entire Council knows about that and undoubtedly the events leading up to it, so while dark, not so a secret.

It's also pretty impossible to keep a secret in the Academy and especially not the dark ones.] I have my darkness, and I have my privacy, I suppose, but they don't really intertwine.

Are you going to ask this kind of question to someone else?

[Disappointing. Scorpius will have to be more particular; this flood seems to react to very strict rules up for interpretation, and not the way the asker would have wanted it]

Not that particular question, but yes.

[Wynter is barely into his twenties by Time Lord standards, Scorpius, try Iris over there.]

People have a right to privacy.

[He's knows what an unconvincing argument that is, and his little shrug says as much.]

It's interesting you would think that, considering how private an inmate's file can be and how openly the Barge likes to shed secrets.

There is a difference between inadvertent secret spilling or having someone, who has every reason to try to gain your trust, have a file on you and being forcibly being laid bare.

No one, Gard or anyone else has told me what their inmates' files contain, nor will I ask.

You may not have to, given the nature of this flood.

No one will make me listen. And besides, if the inmate requests it, I can bury it so deep that I would find it next to, if not impossible to find it again. So I'm not too worried about that.