"Huh - no one had any of that in the mansion," outwardly, it doesn't sound significant, aside from the fact that it came and went away all by itself like. Like hives, if it was more 'cult shit' and less allergies. "At the risk of sounding paranoid, I really doubt that that's anything great."
He makes a face, even if in that sense, they'd make for an even exchange of stories. But it would also mean delving more into what the Commission stood for. Maybe even what he did, or what they made him. "It's nothing exciting, but. Maybe." Maybe a moonshine glass in.
The magic stuff...is still a bit beyond him, even now, even with everything (honestly, as is the marriage stuff). But it makes more sense now, that when they first met, Doc had mentioned more along the same vein - that maybe this was the cause of magic. Kind of like Constantine.
He isn't being cryptic. It's enough of an answer for Five to get the idea and move on until a better time to bring it up. If at all.
He listens on, contemplating the idea of the clocks instead. It isn't out of the realm of possibilities. "Either could be just about as likely, at this point," he says, pulling his right sleeve up enough to show the wristwatch. "Except, this one works. I found it here," it's offered to Doc, slipped from the wristband. "Every time I look at it, it's a different time. And I mean like, hours difference."
He's poured over this enough, eyes flicking back to the walls over his bed, chalk mostly wiped way from the equations he's scrawled in his obsessive attempts at solving this one thing alone.
"Another possibility is that whatever event caused everyone here to disappear must have messed with the passage of time, too. Maybe, it's still messing with it." It would make sense.
Sure, the batteries running out also made the most mundane sense, save for the wristwatch. "Whatever this is, it's a symptom, not a cause."
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He makes a face, even if in that sense, they'd make for an even exchange of stories. But it would also mean delving more into what the Commission stood for. Maybe even what he did, or what they made him. "It's nothing exciting, but. Maybe." Maybe a moonshine glass in.
The magic stuff...is still a bit beyond him, even now, even with everything (honestly, as is the marriage stuff). But it makes more sense now, that when they first met, Doc had mentioned more along the same vein - that maybe this was the cause of magic. Kind of like Constantine.
He isn't being cryptic. It's enough of an answer for Five to get the idea and move on until a better time to bring it up. If at all.
He listens on, contemplating the idea of the clocks instead. It isn't out of the realm of possibilities. "Either could be just about as likely, at this point," he says, pulling his right sleeve up enough to show the wristwatch. "Except, this one works. I found it here," it's offered to Doc, slipped from the wristband. "Every time I look at it, it's a different time. And I mean like, hours difference."
He's poured over this enough, eyes flicking back to the walls over his bed, chalk mostly wiped way from the equations he's scrawled in his obsessive attempts at solving this one thing alone.
"Another possibility is that whatever event caused everyone here to disappear must have messed with the passage of time, too. Maybe, it's still messing with it." It would make sense.
Sure, the batteries running out also made the most mundane sense, save for the wristwatch. "Whatever this is, it's a symptom, not a cause."