Room 401, Sunday Evening
Jul. 29th, 2012 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ultron_juniorVictor had bad dreams a lot. Maybe it was some glitch in his neuroprocessors, maybe it was non-cyborg-issue-related psychic damage from seeing his mom die, but -- whatever. Bad dreams. Generally he just rolled over and tried to forget them.
But when he woke up, it didn't take him long to realize this one didn't feel anything like a dream. For one: No Lillie in it, and she seemed to have a featured role in every damn dream he had. For another, it just felt ... real. The Tony Stark parts, the Topher parts, the Chamber piece from the end ... oh god, especially the parts with Billy and some guy in a flying suit he didn't even know -- they all tasted and moved and stank like the real world. It was some alternate reality, some timeline hijinks, something, but he almost instantly knew it was a real place where he'd really been.
He gave the briefest thought to deleting the entire file from his brain without examining it further. But that wouldn't be fair. No matter what he did, the part of his programming that allowed him to be evil would always be there, just waiting for the right coaxing to bring it out. He owed it to himself -- he owed it to the people who might have to deal with Victorious someday, if he wasn't careful -- to remember everything about the last week, so he could avoid something like it happening in this world.
Even if keeping the memories meant that he still really wanted to punch Topher in the face.
[OOC: Door closed, post open.]
But when he woke up, it didn't take him long to realize this one didn't feel anything like a dream. For one: No Lillie in it, and she seemed to have a featured role in every damn dream he had. For another, it just felt ... real. The Tony Stark parts, the Topher parts, the Chamber piece from the end ... oh god, especially the parts with Billy and some guy in a flying suit he didn't even know -- they all tasted and moved and stank like the real world. It was some alternate reality, some timeline hijinks, something, but he almost instantly knew it was a real place where he'd really been.
He gave the briefest thought to deleting the entire file from his brain without examining it further. But that wouldn't be fair. No matter what he did, the part of his programming that allowed him to be evil would always be there, just waiting for the right coaxing to bring it out. He owed it to himself -- he owed it to the people who might have to deal with Victorious someday, if he wasn't careful -- to remember everything about the last week, so he could avoid something like it happening in this world.
Even if keeping the memories meant that he still really wanted to punch Topher in the face.
[OOC: Door closed, post open.]
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Date: 2012-07-30 02:58 pm (UTC)"That's sort of awesome," he said sincerely. (It also sounded a little codependent, but the Runaways were codependent enough that Victor suspected he had little room to talk.) "But it probably made last week even worse, huh?"
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:04 pm (UTC)Actually that whole part had kind of sucked the worst out of anything, but he was going to try and spin it.
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:27 pm (UTC)The way Alec was describing the whole thing reminded him a bit of Old Lace and her masters, but comparing it to a psychic dinosaur seemed a bit out of place.
"Yeah, but ... it's not like you could fix it," he pointed out skeptically. "I guess I'd rather know than think somebody just got mean all of a sudden, but still. Sucks."
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:31 pm (UTC)So, so relieved.
"You're -- you know, all right?"
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-30 03:45 pm (UTC)Well. Ish.
He reached for his lamp. "Any problem with calling it an early night?"
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:49 pm (UTC)