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Grayling - Sunday, January 26, 2003 Fern: I'm home. It's all over, like you wanted. / Cal: I heard. Took you long enough. And Kezper? / Fern: Dismantled... I burned him up like the others. / Cal: Good. I don't want to hear about it again. / Fern: yes sir... ...... Cal...? Are we okay? / Cal: Hm? / Fern: C'mon, stop acting as though you don't know what I'm talking about, Cal. We haven't exchanged a kind word in........... in centuries or something. What's the matter? Why won't you tell me? / Cal: Have you been drinking? You stink. / Fern: YES, all right, I've been DRINKING. What does THAT have to do with what I asked you?! Stop evading the fucking question! / Cal: This is what I'm talking about. You come in here REEKING and if I express the LEAST concern all I get in return is your impudence. I don't have time for this. / Fern: You're not going ANYWHERE. We finish this NOW, Cal.
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Grayling - Monday, January 27, 2003 Cal: Fine. If you want to finish it, let's. But this time it's going to be finished completely. / Fern: .. Wait, what do you mean be that? / Cal: I mean that you're boring. I don't want you anymore. Really, Fern. Face it. You were a mistake from the start. I don't feel like dealing with your whining anymore. / Fern: My... my whining...? Is this about SEX Cal?! When I said I wanted to go slowly you said it was all right! You SAID it was ALL RIGHT! It you had a problem-- / Cal: Oh, don't make me sick. I couldn't imagine sleeping with you NOW. You're dull, Fern. And now that you've.... killed all those things.. You're stained. All I can think of when I look at you is all the bads things I've ever done. You have nothing to offer me. / Fern: You... never loved me? / Cal: I thought I might feel something after a while, after I got used to you. But I just got more and more bored. Don't take it personally. You can live in the house, because you're an elemental, and I'll use you to do chores. Yes, that sounds workable.
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Grayling - Tuesday, January 28, 2003 (how'd you like to be alone and drowning) / Cal: Don't /touch/ me. And get off the floor. You're behaving like a child.
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Grayling - Wednesday, January 29, 2003 Fern: You can't speak to me that way. / Cal: So sorry to break this to you, Fern, but I just did. / Fern: I don't give a damn, Cal. Open up your heart to me. Show me who you are, and I'll be your slave. Until then, you have no power over me.
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Grayling - Thursday, January 30, 2003 Curtis: Hey kid. Kid, wake up. / Wake up... / Wake up. / Morse, wake up. / Hey.
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Grayling - Friday, January 31, 2003 Morse: Curtis?! How did you get here? / Curtis: That's a funny question. / You might wanna as WHERE we are first. / Morse: Oh. / Well, where are we? / Curtis: We're dead. / This is the afterlife. We're in Cal's world now. / Morse: I'm....dead? / Curtis: As a doornail. But don't be scared, it's safe here.
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Grayling - Saturday, February 1, 2003 Morse: How.. how did you die, Curtis? / Curtis: The supreme kitty of doom got me. / Morse: Rae..? That's..that's awful.. / Curtis: Yea, those are the strokes. / Morse: Curtis, are you going to tell me anything or are you just gonna SIT there? / Curtis: Hey hey, don't get your shift in a twist. Death makes you mellow, okay? I'll explain in a minute. / Morse: I don't care how mellow you are. My world has been destroyed.. And I don't even know WHY. Well.. I do...but not on an emotional level. You people ruined my life. / Curtis: Geez, I told you to stay away from them, didn't I? Don't abuse the messenger. / Morse: *sigh* Sorry. But I think I'm owed an apology. Is there anything here? Your cigarette has no smell... / Curtis: Sure there is. Lots of stuff. You just don't see it. The dead only see what they want to see. Here, we're ALL wiwens. We live alone in our little worlds. / Morse: Terrific... How do you see anybody? I mean, other people who're dead too. / Curtis: To see somebody, you have to want it. But Cal chooses whether or not you actually get to. That's how I'm talking to you now.
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Grayling - Sunday, February 2, 2003 Curtis: So. Have you been watching? / Morse: ..how weird. I nearly forgot about that. Are YOU showing me....that.. that.. Well, anyway, don't show me anymore. I don't want to see it, and I sure don't NEED to. I realized Cal was not some one to be trusted BEFORE I knew his story. / Morse: It's like a nightmare ... How could he do that to Fern ... I don't understand it at all. He's such a liar. He's nothing like I thought.. I can't believe I considered him a friend.. / Curtis: You need to know the rest of the story because you're the one who needs to save Faidia. / Morse: Are you KIDDING me?! I couldn't care less about Faidia! They can all go to hell. They destroyed my HOME and now you expect me to SAVE them? And what could I do even if I agreed?! / Curtis: Fine. You and Rhodes' present sentiments match perfectly then.
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Grayling - Monday, February 3, 2003 Morse: What.. What do you mean by that? / Curtis: I mean that Rhodes is at this moment giving up on Faidia. He's angry at how it's turned out––angry at what it did to you, to Arduc. / Morse: So what are you saying? I'M responsible for all of this, is that it? I'M to blame? I'M supposed to leap in and save the day, and if I don't, I'm the bad guy? / Curtis: Listen to me, Morse. I'm not trying to get you to play the fool. I'm not saying it's your responsibility. I'm not saying you're obligated. Punish them if you want, let Rhodes punish them, let them all rot for what they've done. Let them suffer for past suffering. But at least wonder if it's the right thing to do or not, and whether or not you'll regret it later. If any of us were forcing you to do this, it would be pointless. Somebody has to do something out of charity somewhere along the line in order to save any of this, Morse. You're in a position to do it. You have the power. I just want you to know that. / Morse: Rhodes decided it wasn't worth it. I wonder if I should respect his judgement. / Curtis: I wonder too. I wonder if this is something you should judge yourself. I wonder if there's been enough suffering already. I wonder if the worst pain is the kind we do to ourselves. I wonder if more pain, of all things, is what this world needs to solve its problems. I really don't know. / Morse: You're trying to guilt me into doing it. / Curtis: I don't intend to guilt you into ding anything. Hell, if we made you feel guilty, fuck it. You shouldn't feel guilty. Whatever happens, happens. It has nothing to do with you. Maybe somebody will do what you chose not to. Maybe not. There won't be any neat little turn of fate that saves our asses. We're not destined or obligated to do jack shit. There is only you, asking yourself, "Is it worth it?"
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Grayling - Tuesday, February 4, 2003 Morse: Well, Mr Eloquent, how about telling me how I'm supposed to do anything. I'm dead. / Curtis: Lem can give you life again. The dead are recoverable if they, Cal, Lem, and the individual in question – you – cooperate. They'll give you a new body and a shot of juice, so to say. / Morse: Then what am I supposed to do? / Curtis: To be honest, I'm not sure. We know where and when to put you, but that's it. We have to get the 'mentals recollected. And uh, a talk with Rhodes will be involved. / Morse: Will it involve me dying again? Or worse? / Curtis: One thing we're sure of is you won't be doing anymore hard work. The worst part is over. / Morse: Well... I guess... I have nothing to lose then. Curtis... are you coming with me? / Curtis: I'll help you as much as I can. Don't think I'm getting my life back, though. / Morse: Why are you doing this? I know you had a rough life... I wouldn't have expected you'd be...uh. I don't know what to call it. Optimistic? / Curtis: I dunno...I did some goofy shit and was none too happy for it, but I know it coulda been different. I could've been sitting on the porch drinking iced tea instead of ripping people of and wasting my time, y'know? It didn't turn out that way, but it could have. I thought my life was set in stone. I believed, "I am a fuckup," and that was it. / Curtis: But nothing's set in stone. I'm gonna try and take advantage of that from now on.
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Grayling - Wednesday, February 5, 2003 Once again, we zip back to the past. / Rae: Hehe. We certainly showed him. I'll never forget that look on his face. / Rae: I wonder, you think he'll cry? He's a lot more... /fragile/ than I thought. Even better. / What do you think Cal? / Rae: We can torture him any way we please now. Won't be as satisfying as this ever again, but still fun. / Cal: I'm not touching him again. / Rae: Wha? What's the matter? Why are you sad? Aren't you glad I'm happy now? / Cal: Yes.... but... Something isn't right.. It's good that you're happy... But now instead of just me being broke... Fern is too.
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Grayling - Thursday, February 6, 2003 Rae: You mean to say that after ALL of this you STILL care more about Fern than ME?! / I'm your fucking BROTHER, CAL! / NOBODY else was EVER supposed to come between us! / Cal: I know--I know, Rae.. But we can't stay alone forever... This isn't working.. we're both misre- / Rae: SHUT UP. If it's not working it's because YOU won't LET it work. You're so fucking SELFISH. What abou ME?! What about MY happiness?! / Cal: I've made myself a monster to him. And you still say that. I don't know what to do. I don't know what you want, Rae. / Cal: I don't know what else I can give. Leave me alone. I'm sick of the both of you. I tried to make it work--I did the worst possible thing I could think of--I've made myself into a villain--for NOTHING. The hatred I have for myself now far outweighs the love I have for EITHER of you. Go away, LEAVE ME ALONE.
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Grayling - Friday, February 7, 2003 Cal: Why am I crying? I'm responsible. Why am I crying? How did it come to this? Is there any reason? There's no one... no one to ask. /Why?/ /WHY?!/ /Why does it have to be so HARD?/
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Grayling - Saturday, February 8, 2003 Smoke: Do you want to cry? / Fern: Fuck you. / Smoke: Want me to rub your tummy? Fern: ... maybe later. / Fern: I'll be fine, Smoke. Really. I knew this would happen. Yeah. Sure I did. I'll just say that and move on. I'll grieve when I have the time and energy. Which is probably never. / Smoke: One cloud gets lonely, Fern. / Fern: Lay it on, then. / Smoke: That summit meeting is tomorrow. Cal is not going. You have to represent us. / Fern: Shit. This HAD to happen JUST now. / Smoke: Everything is prepared, you just have to prep yourself and go. / Fern: And face the bluebirds. The people who make up their problems cus they haven't got any real ones and get to feeling guilty and bored. / Yeah, it'll be a breeze. I can do it. Fucking Lemaneriallians... why can't he just stop being so /stupid/. / Smoke: Takes all kinds to make a world. / Fern: Yeah. Me whining won't get us anywhere.*sigh* / Let's get going. / I need a longsleeve shirt... this one is clean..sort of. / Smoke: It might be easier to put on if you took off your glasses. / Fern: ...Shut up.
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Grayling - Sunday, February 9, 2003 [Two days later, at Tower.] / Lem: What a /beautiful/ morning. What news, Lowell? / Lowell: Sir.. have you seen the newspapers? / Lem: Obviously, no, if I'm asking you what's new, Lowell. / Lowell: Well um. Sir, that summit meeting yesterday? Moranerial delievered a speech to the public in your absence. It was ...unflattering. / Lem: What?! Give me that! / Lowell: He criticized your policies pertaining to the war, and drove the point that your opression of the halflings was deliberate scapegoating put in place so you could control the public. His argument was quite um.. sound, sir. The people are not... pleased. / Lem: .....That's it. I'm going to kill him. This is the last straw. I'm SICK of them intruding in my affairs. / Doesn't he SEE that I could lose CONTROL over EVERYthing because of this sort of thing?! / I'll fucking wring his neck! / Lowell: I'll take the maniacal gleam in your eye as an order to summon public relations.
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Grayling - Monday, February 10, 2003 Viv: Hey, it's Fern! / Fern! Over here! / Hellooo! / Capital speech yesterday, Fern. I applaud you. / Fern: Mm.. Yeah, that. / Viv: I don't think any of the 'mentals agree with Lem's current policies. In dire need of being amended. You certainly frothed up the crowd. The public's opinion is now quite clear. It would have been difficult for us to stand up because of our positions, but you took up the torch. An all around amazing show of rhetoric. / Funa: Fern... would you like to join us for a drink? I'm glad you're still at the Tower. / You've been spending so little time at meetings and such lately... / Fern: Sorry.. Been busy. ....Sure, I'll have a drink. / Heh. I doubt it'll be the last one I have today. / Viv and Funa: .......
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Grayling - Tuesday, February 11, 2003 Fern: Why are you looking at me that way? You two got so hangdog all of a sudden. Lighten up. / Viv: Fern... We've heard about your current.. situations. The abuse. We're worried. / Fern: Now wait a second. ABUSE? Who the fuck told you I was being ABUSED? What the hell do YOU know about ABUSE? / Fern: You let ME do all the dirty work, and then turn around and rub it in my face?! Is that is!?! All YOU have to worry about is whether your frigging MINIONS fluffed your PILLOW right or not. I am NOT you PEER, you condescending prig, all you fucks are the same--ASS kissers. / Funa: Honestly, Fern! we're not trying to damage your pride! We're just trying to help! We're concerned! What's wrong with that? / Fern: Oh, nothing, except the fact it's sentimental bullshit that won't come to anything. I don't need your "concern" and self-satisfied bravado. Try to resolve it for yourselves that other people suffer more than you and there's nothing you can do but sit and watch. You'll maintain your own happy little shit life and be a lot less annoying.
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Grayling - Wednesday, February 12, 2003 Lem: Oh good, Cal, you're here. / Lem: All the minions have turned in for the night, you needn't be nervous. / Come in, come in. / Lem: Hee, I've got a new project going. All I need is for you to double check these death reports for me. If the death rate is where is should be, I can start up this new thing without worry. I believe I've figured out a way to engineer aksandriates--plant people! Isn't that amazing? I'm so excited. / Cal: His things... his beautiful, pearly things. He'll never let me touch them again. / Lem: ...uwuh? / Cal: ...Sorry. The death reports? / Lem: Oh, yeah, yeah, they're right here.. / [Later] / Cal: This is SO dull. I don't know how you can stand doing all this paper work. / Lem: If I didn't I wouldn't keep up with things. Crops would fall, people would starve. / Cal: If you let the people do some of the work themselves you wouldn't have to be responsible for it all. Lem: Well.. I've been trying to do that, slowly. People can't take care of themselves properly. I can't bear watching them make mistakes as it is... / Cal: They don't want to move slowly, Lem. You've seen it yourself. If they have no problems, they have to make some up. They're happiest when they're struggling or fighting against something they feel superior to. Don't tell me that isn't the reason you've stigmatized the halflings--anyone with half a brain can tell you've done it to distract and manipulate the public. No matter what, they'll have their way. They're either taking it from you or from each other. / Lem: I had to resort to it, Cal. There were pressing issues at hand and I was losing control. Anyway, it's not like I came up with it all by myself. I emphasized and extended on hatreds that have existed for a long time. When people are troubled, they concentrate on how others are different. / Heavens, if they chose to concentrate on the similarities, they'd see that no one is especially different at all. People hate when it feels convenient. It really is quite extraordinary. Their logic is an afterthought, used to justify the impulse. / Cal: It may be natural, but it's not healthy, Lem. It's a temporary fix. It doesn't touch the deeper problems at the root of it all.
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Grayling - Thursday, February 13, 2003 Lem: I'm working on those problems, too! It's hard, you know. And anyway, since when are you a window on the mortal soul? I thought you just filed them away in little boxes or something. / Lem: Cal? Cal!? Good heavens, what's the matter? / Cal: That's a good question, that is. What /do/ I know? / Lem: Er--Well, I was only teasing-- / Cal: I broke his heart! He gave it to me, so that maybe it could beat for the both of us, since mine was gone. / I TOOK it, I TOOK it and fully understanding what I was doing I SMASHED it, I destroyed him without a THOUGHT! / Lem: Are you talking about Fern? / Cal: We know nothing, nothing of these creatures. We only know games, tricks, like children who play with magnets with no knowledge of why they attract. We are outside, Lem, outside of everything, and if we are allowed in for a visit we blunder about and trample their precious institutions like grasshoppers tear apart the webs of spiders. We are outside, in the cold, and we deserve it. / Lem: Uh.. Cal, I really.. don't know what to say to that. ....here's a tissue? / Cal: We destroy things we don't understand because we want to feel as though we possessed them. What a selfished, monstrous urge it is, Lem. But the /loneliness/, Lem, the utter /loneliness/. The very idea of being buried alive in eternity. I can't stand to think about it these days. It's like we're both bottomless pits I'm trying to stuff full... Everything I do is bent on filling it up, and I can't, I can't... I can't... / Lem: Do you... want me to call May, Cal...? Or Smoke? C / al: No-- I'm sorry for being dreary--please forget it. I have to go home. / I'm sorry.
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Grayling - Friday, February 14, 2003 Lem: Wait, Cal.. Er, can't you tell Fern you're sorry? / Cal: It's not enough.. what would it accomplish? He'd just look at me with hatred in his eyes... I can't stand to even look at him... Me, of all people, should never have done such a thing to him. / Lem: I still think it's better than doing nothing... / Lem: Um... Cal.. You know I really just say those mean things to you when I want to make myself feel better, right? / You don't let them make you feel bad, do you? / Cal: I don't know. It doesn't matter, anyway. All those bad things you said I was.. I thought for awhile you were teasing.. but its turns out they're true. I'm a horrible, smelly, unfeeling person. You knew better than I did the entire time. / Lem: Oh. / Huh. / Funny how things turn out, I guess. / Cal: Mm.
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Grayling - Saturday, February 15, 2003 Fern: I wonder if I should say anything. Will you just ignore me agin? I love playing the idiot. Cal: I found a halfling on the street on my way home. I couldn't tell its gender or its age, it was so emaciated. I thought, "I'll take it home with me. I'll take care of it, and I'll save its life." It took a chunk out of my arm. I put it to sleep. Fern. Do you still love me?
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Grayling - Sunday, February 16, 2003 THUD Fern:Whaaatttt????? You--you have a lot of BALLS asking me that question, Cal. How c-can you ask me that?! Huh?! Cal: ....Because I want to know whether you love me or not? Fern: But--BUT--You just don't ASK me that after breaking up with me! It's not--it's not--SOMETHING!!!!.... If you're trying to get me to fell sorry for you, you've got another thing coming. You've made it perfectly clear you think I'm a boring, worthless idiot. It's unnecessary for you to continue to rub it in my face. I'm not going to blindly play your games anymore. Cal: I don't want your pity.. I didn't ask for it. I don't.. I don't want to hurt you, Fern. I want to protect you. I don't have the strength.. I tried and failed. But... If you still care for me.. maybe I'll get enough strength... I know it's selfish.. I should be able to do it alone.. But I need you, Fern. Fern: Cal.. What are you talking about? Protect me from what? YOU? Not strong enough? Excuse me, Cal, but it seems like you do most everything you want to, despite whatever consequences there may be. If you have too much of anything it's strength. Cal: Protect you from HIM--he's-- I'll protect you... Figure out a way-- He's trying to get out I don't have enough time I'll protect you-- I'll find a way-- I promise
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Grayling - Monday, February 17, 2003 Fern: C-cal--Leggo- Cal: Quiet. Sit still. I need to think. Fern: But-- Cal: Shhhhhh.. Where is your crestil? Fern: Basil? Around my neck... Cal: Give it to me. Fern:.....all right..... Narration(?): What sort of world is this... Where you are driven to do such horrible things....
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Grayling - Tuesday, February 18, 2003 Rae: He doesn't love you, Cal. Give it up. Give him to me. Let me out, just for a little bit. You'll see. I'll make everything better. It'll be just you and me again... happy... free. Listen to me. Who else would want you but me? You and I belong together. / Fern: Cal?! CAL!! TALK to me! Don't just stand there with that look on your face! Give me something! What's WRONG? Why won't you tell me what's WRONG? Cal: Just a little more time--just a little more time and it'll be okay--I need to think- please let me thi-- Rae: Make up your mind, Cal. I won't wait for you. Make it up now.
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Grayling - Wednesday, February 19, 2003 Cal: Forget.. Forget I asked you that, Fern. Forget everything. I'll help you forget. Do me one last favor. Go to sleep... go to sleep. Don't worry about a thing... go to sleep... I /thought/ this trick would be useful one day.
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Grayling - Thursday, February 20, 2003 Rae: What do you think you're doing? / Cal: I don't think I owe you anymore answers, Rae. / I'm not letting you have him. Get accustomed to the concept. / Rae: If you don't give him, I'll TAKE him. YOU seem to be the one misunderstanding the concept at work here. / Cal: You're wrong. I'm putting him in a place where you won't be able to touch him. I konw you're going to take control of me as soon as I let my guard down. I"m using the last energy I have for this. / Cal: I'm sorry, Rae, but it's time for me to lock you up. I'm sure you'll break out soon as you can. But that's no matter. By then, I should be finished with what I need to do. / Rae: I'm warning you, Call. Don't make it harder on yourself.
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Grayling - Friday, February 21, 2003 Cal: This box is charmed against the use of elemental powers. This is the only place in the world where you can be safe from him. I didn't want to resort to this... but... I'll come get you... as soon as I can, Fern. I miss you.
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Grayling - Saturday, February 22, 2003 Centuries Later / Screen: Edward Kale, Age 16. Welcome, Mr. Kale, how may I help-- / Screen: User Active / Screen: Scholarship status 09751 / Screen: Current Status DENIED / Edward: Oh god...no...please no...
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Grayling - Sunday, February 23, 2003 Edward: God, I'm hungry... / {rummage rummage} / Edward: I have enough for a phone call. / Edward: Last resort...I'll try to call my parents.
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Grayling - Monday, February 24, 2003 *click* Hello? / Edward: Hi Mom...It's Eddie. / Mother: ...Eddie? Oh my god. Eddie, you know you're not supposed to call. Your father'll be furious if he hears me... / Edward: I know, I know...I'm sorry...But I need help, mom. They took away my scholarship, I'm broke, they'll take away my room soon and I'll-- / Mother: EDWARD! How could you LOSE your scholarship? / I fell sick, mom. I was out of school for almost half the semester, in the hospital-- / Mother: I'm so ashamed of you. We worked hard to support you and this is how you repay us. / Edward: I can get the scholarship back! I just need a chance, I need to rest awhile, get something to ea- / Mother: What were you in the hospital for? I hope I don't get any bills. Oh dear, you don't have the plague, do you? / Mother: Please tell me you don't. And I thought you had that book job... / Edward: I was laid off a long time ago mom. I told you in my last letter. / Mother: Well, what are you asking for my help for? You have to get a job. Life isn't a buffet, you know, Eddie. / Edward: Ma..ma for goddsakes, listen to me..I'm starving...I don't have any money, I'm in the big city..I'm scared and tired and-- / Mother: There you go again, Edward. You know, your father and I took you in as a baby and raised you up even though you weren't our own, yet you continue to demand, demand, demand! We can only give so much, Edward! / Mother: Now I'm getting off before your father hears me, Eddie. PLEASE don't call this number again! And your father says he'll tear up your letters from now on, so don't send those either. You'll be fine, just get something to eat and rest up. Wear your good clothes, and go get yourself a job. If you just applied yourself for once, you'd find you don't have to parasitize your father and me. Take care of yourself, Eddie. Be a good boy. / Edward: Okay, mom.
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