[He sounds a little relieved to hear it. He's been mulling it over since they last spoke, examining what he knows -- or what he thinks he knows -- in the light of what Dorian told him. Normally he might show a little decorum, give the drama of the explanation its due course, but right now he's unable to do anything but spill out his own thoughts as they come to him.]
There are a variety of planes and dimensions besides our own material dimension, but the ones with those kinds of denizens aren't so closely linked as all that. The main parallels are the astral dimension and the mirror dimension, but the only spirits in the astral dimension are our own astral bodies. Since you -- since we talked I considered the possibility that differences are related to the dimensional shield my order maintains around our world.
Not to a parallel universe in the sense we're seeing here, but I don't have any reason to think it isn't possible. The other dimension I've been to outside the layers making up my normal reality was...less Earth-like.
So it got you to the more Lovecraftian parts of the multiverse, then? Sounds like a crummy form of transportation. Is it the sort of thing that could be automated in any way, you think?
We are separated from the Fade by the Veil. It's a vibration that keeps the Fade from leaking into our world more than it already does. Does that sound like what you mean?
[Dorian was intensely curious not least because there were indications the Veil was artificial.]
[ The confusion in his eyes is clear, although he's rather pleased to hear that Strange doesn't immediately hit him with 'no, magic doesn't work that way.' ]
Possibly. I don't know that I'd call it a vibration -- I don't know what I'd call it at all considering I only learned it existed shortly before coming here; I just like to let people here think I know more about what I'm doing than I actually...do.
[There's a nearly audible grimace from his end of the feed.]
It's maintained by three sanctums on different parts of the planet. They're all in major population centers, but I'm not sure which came first, the sanctum or the city. Two's enough to keep it holding. I hope two's enough. The shield protects our world, the sanctums power the shield, and we -- the, uh, Masters of the Mystic Arts -- protect the sanctums.
[He can't quite say Masters of the Mystic Arts with a straight face. He is one and he still thinks it sounds like something out of a cheesy fantasy movie.]
[He tries, he really does, to leave it at that. Unfortunately for House, Stephen's still spilling his guts to any and all comers.]
Is it the sertraline? You're not supposed to be out for another week and I was just going to fill it without talking to you about it, but that plan's kind of down the toilet now that communication's down with Eve. And now that I've talked to you about it.
Ah...in that instance it was a guy named Kaecilius trying to give the Earth to the ruler of the Dark Dimension in exchange for eternal life. It was kind of a bad idea all around.
no it's about my vicodin i need to get off of it if evie's gone permanently then i just lost my supplier if things go south and i lose any of what i have
[There's also the consideration that what he's taking now can be better used elsewhere or bargained with. That first part sounds almost like he has a heart, though, and after Davesprite rejecting his apology, House isn't interested in making overtures, only to have them thrown back in his face.]
and i need someone who's ethical enough not to just take it away who knows how to manage withdrawal who isn't completely insufferable and someone i can't just bully into giving it back
Gee, I'm flattered. I'm sure someone's pointed all this out to you months ago but I can't say I'm surprised this is what it's taken for you to seriously consider it.
[Stephen lets out a sigh. He'd like to be handling this at least a little more diplomatically; House's cooperation in anything has always been a fleeting, fickle thing and he'd actually really like to help.]
I want to help you. I shouldn't want to help you, but you're a little bit right about the martyr complex. I'm just having a really hard time not pointing out that you're an asshole and you could have avoided a lot of the things that've happened to you if you'd done this sooner. Did you talk to Karkat? Because seriously, dick move getting me to tell you that. Where did you wake up? I'm back in the industrial zone as of today, just shoved a bunch of food into vending machines and it's probably not going to do anything.
of course i'm right you could give wilson a run for his money and that's saying something
and no i'm not talking to kitkat i haven't even done anything to him i'm not apologizing for knowing something about him i'm not planning on telling anyone, either so you can get your panties out of a twist
[He might threaten it if he needs something out of Davesprite or Karkat, but House has no immediate plans for them.]
woke up at the collumbarium heading your way but my balance is screwed up
Don't knock it, I worked hard to get this martyr complex. And good, keep it that way. It doesn't even matter here and the kid doesn't need to be harassed about it.
[Guess who has zero faith that House will continue not bringing it up.]
Of course you are. This couldn't possibly be easy. I'm trying to get back to the residential area to pick up my cloak, but I can come back south for you if that'll hurry things up.
no go get your cloak i don't wanna have to run back through the pass like this and we need to get into those sealed buildings i'll be working on that this isn't urgent
Mhmm. So you're definitely not going to change your mind about this in the week it'll take me to get back here and throw a tantrum when I hold you to it.
[ He has a point about the pass, though. It'll take that much longer with House along. ]
You can save me a day if you stop in the bus station just north of the gate and check whether the vending machines have real food in them.
Well, there was the time you spent several days hunting down every typo I made because you were ticked off that I'd included publicly available information about you in the census. And that time you tried to sic Alfie on me for the Vicodin -- didn't work, by the way, he and his buddy very conscientiously refused to rob me. Something about baseline respect for the value of doctors who aren't assholes? Something like that.
hey you can say no i'm not holding a gun to your head and funny story there you know how people sometimes gain memories when they die? it's really freaking annoying
Not the first time I've heard of it, but probably the first time someone's called it annoying. How long were you -- what's the, uh, what's the time span on the memories?
about a year and it's annoying because i figured out how to cure my leg but wilson and legs were surprised that i wasn't using a cane he was from at least five years ahead she was from at least four ergo the treatment failed
also i just go shot by some patient's husband so that was a bitch
That's terrible. I'm sorry, I know what that's like, finding something you think will work and then it doesn't -- it never works, and suddenly you're a soldier in a war you didn't know what was happening -- not you, me, I'm kind of reading in my own experiences here and that's...not helping.
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