poly_chromatic | ⚘ [ fringe event #2 ] || sleepless (video)

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⚘ [ fringe event #2 ] || sleepless (video)

[ In the abandoned lab of a former mad scientist, Olivia sits at a table covered with manila folders, dusty beakers and containers of who-knows-what. She looks exhausted, stressed--fingers rubbing circles into her temples. Hours she's been at this, going through Walter's lab, his files, staring at words and numbers that make no sense to the agent. Given the time he was here, Walter couldn't have left much, but what he did leave apparently leads to no answers, no answers she can comprehend at least. ]

If anyone found a way out, it had to be you, Walter.

[ Without looking up, she reaches for the cup of coffee next to her, misjudging the distance in a moment of tired absentmindedness. The half-full coffee cup tumbles, spilling the contents across the table. ]

Shit--

[ooc: Anyone from Fringe would be much-loved! No doubles, except her canon double, please. ]

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That must be why they never invited me back to The Laugh Shack.

Not if you were pretending to be a fictional character.

[Just Mulder, holding up his badge.]

[ Reciprocated, as Olivia holds up her own. ]

It's a nice prop, but you're trying to fool the wrong person.

Neat.

Who deals with the unexplained files mouldering in the basement in your universe?

You should know that I wouldn't be able to tell you.

If you are an agent.

Do you want to phone in my badge number?

I'm not sure if security clearance transfers between universes, but seeing as how we're both in an impossible City at the moment, I'm betting protocol doesn't cover it.

I'm not sure it'd exist.

[ Because fictional characters aren't real. ]

So what, we're in a pocket universe, so let's just forget the rules? In fact, how about we just talk all about our jobs over a cup of coffee.

It probably wouldn't. On the other hand, you probably don't exist where I'm from.

And, yeah, why not? But you're buying, I don't have any more colorful money and I'm pretty sure my apartment has long since been ransacked. We can compare conspiracies and argue about who's A.D. is worse.

[ FROWNING. ]

I was being sarcastic.

Yeah, I know.

I can accept alternative universes, even doppelgangers. Pocket dimensions, sure. But a fictional character who exists as reality in another universe?

[ Or she just doesn't want to accept the fact that she, too, could also be a form of entertainment. ]

Technically, if you are from another universe, I should exist in yours.

Not necessarily, if we're considering the possibility of multiple universes, and not only parallel but divergent universes. If it's not as simple as considering whether a coin comes up heads here and tails there, why should there be a limit to the complexity or the variance of planes of existence that don't touch upon our own?

It takes some getting used to, I know. But I promise you'll have an easier time if you keep an open mind.

Then you're suggesting that someone's-- imagination could somehow convey an entire reality? [ Unfortunately, Walter would probably have a theory for this. ] And that fictionalized reality could be performed by actors who are, coincidentally, the alternate versions of their fictionalized characters?

I have an open mind.

I'm suggesting that to reject the possibility outright based on nothing more solid than the assumption that your frame of reference on reality is more valid than mine is to willfully reject the opportunity to explore the infinite weirdness of the universe. To deny the possibility of a greater truth that lies beyond perception but not out of reach.

And to accept the possibility without any scientific explanation, without anything to back it up except mere assumption? Trust me, Agent Mulder, I've come to accept a lot of things-- absurd circumstances that I wouldn't have even been able to comprehend a few years ago.

[ Woah, did she actually just call you by your 'real' name? That sure says something that her words hide. ]

But I can't help but be skeptical right now.

As the Doc, I'm sure he's got a theory.

[Gosh he's tickled by that. But we digress, don't we? He noticed you're warming up to him, too.]

There's a difference between skepticism and blind, willful ignorance.

Who?

[ the verb 'Warming up' may be giving Mulder too much credit. ]

I assure you it's skepticism.

Doc Brown.

[There's a trace of a smile.]

Then there's hope for you yet, Agent...? Sorry, couldn't quite make it out on the screen.

[The picture wavers a little bit as he shakes the device for emphasis.]

Olivia Dunham.

Agent Dunham.

[There's a twitch of his lip that might be a smile if he were not Fox Mulder, man-droid extraordinaire.]

I'll get your badge number later.

You're assuming there will be a later, Agent Mulder.

I'm guessing. Usually visitors get a day or two.

You seem pretty confident about that.

[ Wait for it, wait for it- ]

How about we make a bet. If you're here tomorrow, I'll buy you coffee.

Why not. If I'm not here, you'll... well, there are those who'd argue that's its own reward.

I think I'll win the worst A.D. contest when we chat, though.

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