I've seen the future

[twoscompany]

Who: Garnet and YOU!
What: Garnet gets Future Vision!
When: December 1st onward!
Where: Anywhere
Warnings: None at the moment! If you want Garnet to see something in your character's future that's true and for her to inform them about it, please let me know!

[Headaches. That's how they started. Then, suddenly, she'd see them. The flashes.

The visions. At first she doesn't understand. They're everyone around her doing things, but they aren't memories. Not her memories. Then she finds out some things she sees...happen.

The future?

The future.

But she sees so many different...things that could happen, that don't. How can she even...how can she figure out what's to pass and what won't? How can she make sure this doesn't get out and arouse suspicion? What did those things do to her?...And why does she feel ok with it...?

So, there might be a Garnet-shaped figure running towards you, before you do something. It could be cooking, or walking into a room, or...anything really. But she's going to stop you.

She's seen what's going to happen. All of them.]

WAIT!

Comments

[panspermia]

[ Greg thinks he's done a decent job disguising himself as a nondescript shaggy person. Just someone out to bring a package to the post office. Nothing suspicious, definitely not anything that would get anyone in trouble if it got traced back to him. Certainly nothing that, should circumstances get particularly absurd, get people locked up and have their brain poked at. What kind of ridiculous world would that happen in?

Just a guy out to do his mail. Normal and definitely not expecting to get bothered, so he's a little startled when someone yells out. Greg blinks, staring at her--oh jeez, he knows her, right? She's--uh. They've never talked in person. He doesn't need someone from Pride catching on to him. ]

Uh. Sorry, do you need something?

[twoscompany]

...

I can take that package for you. They'll be likely to figure it out if you send it.

[panspermia]

Wha...

[First startled, then confused, then embarrassed.]

Oh... oh man. Was I that obvious? I thought... [Still, he holds the package tight.] Who told you?

[twoscompany]

No one told me.

[She looks at the package.]

Its complicated. I didn't even realize it was you until...well.

Its complicated.

[panspermia]

[ He doesn't look reassured by this in the slightest. ]

Until... what?

Look, Gneiss, I'm... I'm just trying to help out a little here, I swear.

[twoscompany]

...I know you are.

[That is exactly the problem. At least to someone, for some reason.]

I'd rather not say publicly. Just know that I figured out it was you.

[panspermia]

[ He'd like to ask, "so then what's the issue," but he knows the truth of it as much as her. Greg glances away, frustrated and lost. ]

Then, do you want to talk somewhere private?

[twoscompany]

It might be a thought.

[In other words, yes.]

[panspermia]

[ Then they may as well start walking for somewhere less public. Anxiety bids Greg to keep quiet for a time, but the weight of the package in his hands is more than physical. ]

Have you been having a... hard time, over there?

[twoscompany]

[She speaks once they are in a relatively isolated place.]

Hard doesn't begin to describe it.

[panspermia]

I can imagine.

[ He pauses, then rubs at his temple. ]

Nah, I probably can't. Every time I think I get it, things get worse.

[twoscompany]

And more confusing.

I've...been having weird thoughts and dreams.

[panspermia]

[ He glances sidelong at her. ]

You too, huh?

[ Seems like an epidemic at this point. ]

[twoscompany]

Yeah. They make no sense.

At the same time, though...?

[She doesn't finish, if only because she can figure that Greg knows what she would've said.

"They feel right, too."]

[panspermia]

[ He nods. ]

Like puzzle pieces. 'S all a big jumble, and really annoying to try and put together. But you wanna see what the picture is.

[twoscompany]

And the why. Why all of this, when we know our lives, and what they are.

[...But she doesn't have a birthday. And might not be human.]

Out of curiosity, Greg, when's your birthday?

[panspermia]

[ The question is so sudden, he's too surprised to take her meaning immediately. ]

In the summer.

[twoscompany]

I mean the exact date.

[panspermia]

The...?

[ He stares at her. Then he stares into the middle space between them. It's a very long few seconds, as he digs his hand into his hair. ]

I...I, uh...woah...

[twoscompany]

Yeah?

[Nods.]

How about your parents?

[panspermia]

They--they live on the other coast. [ Yeah, he knows this one. Except, why's he so relieved to have an answer? He's never earnestly wanted to talk about them. ] I think.

I mean, I haven't seen them in years, they cut ties after... [ When was it, exactly? ]

[twoscompany]

[Headtilt. Well?]

[panspermia]

Af... after I dropped out?

[ That... sounds right, but... ]

They didn't like me being in music. Don't. Still.

[twoscompany]

[Hm.]

...What are their names?

[panspermia]

Uh... uh, they...

[ Nothing. Just a big, blank wall of white noise. He presses a hand to his forehead. ]

...Holy cow, Gneiss.