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001 ✎ First Manuscript ✎ Video/Action

--no, this is wrong, this is all wrong- I can't be here, it's not-- I can't!

[Afternoon, Asgard. There may just be a video clicking on now, showing a man who's partially wounded with bandages on his forehead, standing in the middle of the city and feverishly flipping through pages he has in his hand. He looks worn, tire, almost as if he's seen a ghost standing right beside him. His voice is panicked, and he's talking to himself a mile a minute.]

Not in the manuscript, I'm not... I'm not supposed to be here- what is this?! I have to get back to Bright Falls! I can't be here, don't they understand? Alice-

[He starts shouting, terrified of what's gone wrong.]

Alice? ALICE!! Where are you??

[And then he goes back to panicking at a normal tone, sounding almost hysterical.]

Oh god, oh god. This isn't Bright Falls. I have to get back! [He turns to the citizens walking by, a huge sea of gray, and begs with them.] Please, I know you need help right now, but I have to go back! I'll do whatever you want afterwards, I promise! Please, just please, send me back! Alice, I have to save her! PLEASE!!

[The people look at him, but say nothing, and continue on. Alan sinks to his knees, looking rather hopeless and dejected as it's slowly dawning on him that no one cares. One of the residents accidentally bumps into the papers in his hand, and they scatter, leaving the man to himself to pick up the pieces in a massive crowd.

Someone help the poor guy out? He's close to a mental breakdown. )8]

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[It's really hard to ignore your name being screamed like that. Not the Alice you're certainly looking for, but it's enough to have Alice tentatively approach, bending down to his level, and pick up a piece of paper.]

[And just like that, as if he appeared from nowhere, there is a man at Alan's side. He reaches out and grasps Alan's shoulder firmly, bright blue eyes filled with the utmost concern.]

Calm down. It's alright.

[Jacob knows that he no longer has his powers anymore, so he can't just influence the poor man's mood through his touch anymore. But he can still be a calming presence for a man who has obviously suffered too much before he came here.]

I'm sorry this happened to you. But there's nothing to be done. You can't go back.

[Watson's hastily throwing supplies into his medical bag.]

Take deep breaths, sir. Try to calm yourself -- I'll be there as soon as I can.

[The instant he notices another hand reach for a part of the manuscript, Alan lifts his head and nearly stumbles back, shocked to see an actual face among gray civilians. Her attire is something he doesn't even recognize, and his mind is still stuck on the whole freakout stage, so he can barely process that someone's trying to help him.

Sorry Alice, it's nothing meant to offend you, he's just terribly paranoid.]

[Alan isn't sure what spooks him first, the voice, or the touch. It's a bit difficult to figure out which when your mind is in overpanicked hysteria.

But what he is sure about is how he reacts. The second Jacob tries to calm him, Alan jumps. A look of pure terror crosses his face, eyes whirling with the rest of his body, trying to see this threat that's caught him by the shoulder, and possibly retaliate-

And then it hits him. He doesn't have a gun, or a flashlight. What if it's a Taken? Or even the Darkness? How is he going to defend himself??

Which shortly translates into giving poor Jacob a "deer in the headlights" look, the writer completely and utterly panicked at this newcomer, and this whole situation. He tries to move and back away, unsure of his surroundings, and just wanting to go home.]

[...and now he thinks he's hearing things, completely unaware of the bracelet recording.]

I can't-- no no no, I can't be here, it'll find me and make this worse, Alice... Alice!

[Whoop, there he goes shouting again and looking frantic. Better hurry, Watson.]

[Watson's hurrying all right. Taking note of the colour scheme in the background of the new arrival's video feed, he heads towards the castle, following the main road around until he reaches the area he thinks this prospective patient is likely to be.]

[And there he is, chasing after papers and still... acting like paranoid parrot, sob. :'|]

[The papers seem to be his primary concern. Will helping gather them up calm him down any? 'Cause that's what Watson's doing here.]

[Gathering them will help. At least for a little while. Alan doesn't really notice Watson aiding him until his hand reaches for a page that the doctor has already laid his hand on as well. Immediately, the writer's head snaps up to attention, noticing the other, and then scrambling backwards almost as if he was being cornered with a hot poker.]

Wh-wha--

[He can't get the words out, he's still too panicked to be thinking properly. Even his main focus on the papers seems to have suddenly stopped, mind incoherent on seeing color in a colorless place.]

[Well, that's certainly an over-reaction. Watson cocks an eyebrow, but answers firmly and calmly, using his best doctor manner.]

You're not alone in this place.

I'll do my best to help you. Here.

[And Watson holds out his gathered papers to him.]

[She's not. Actually, she can completely understand and she wouldn't have bothered to have done this in the first place if she didn't hear her name. It's been well established already this isn't apart of a hallucination (for now) of hers. He's not calling for an Alice Liddell, a different one. The freak out on the other hand echoes that of of what she's seen in others. That's where Alice is helping him collect papers. Green eyes peer up calmly as Alice presents a stack.]

I heard my name... I'm sorry I'm not the Alice you're looking for.

[With a stoic expression and keeping a distance, Alice will remain nothing but neutral, not even in the least attempting to touch him. She's been in this position many times, she's always hated someone trying to calm her down by means of touching.]

Here. Some of your papers.

[Instead of flinching or jumping back as well from Alan's extreme reaction, Jacob just releases his shoulder and calmly leas back, that concerned, almost fatherly, look never leaving his face.]

[He then holds up his hands as if in apology for having scared him, slowly approaching him again.]

It's alright. I mean no harm. I'm like you. I've also been taken here.

[And a slight smile.]

You're in no immediate danger, don't worry.

Screaming will do you no good. [Came the reply steadily--if not a little harsh but sometimes it was needed in situations like this.]

If this Alice of yours is around she will reply, but unfortunately you are not home and nor is anyone else here. So in that, you are not alone.

[For a good long moment, Alan stares at Watson, eyes trying to determine if he's friend or foe. He's been tricked before, by others... but once that minute is gone, he finds himself reaching for the manuscript the other has. His voice comes out a bit more stable now.]

...Right. I- I need to find my wife. I need to find Alice.

[Jacob's actions and words help to calm him a bit, considering he's no longer moving and rather focusing his attention on the current speaker. Alan shifts a little, putting one hand to his arm, uncertain of what to say.]

I... I need to go back. I need to save my wife.

[At the mentioning of danger, however, he shakes his head.]

I don't know if being here is going to stop it.

But- it has her... It has her and I can't get to her unless I go back home!

[He's sounding panicked, but at least he's calmed down a little, hearing that.]

[The manner in which she approaches him is so different from most people. She doesn't crowd him, gives him space, allows him to breathe properly while talking to him. It soothes him, just a little, to know that she understands, even if she doesn't ever say so.]

You're named Alice?

[It's not as if that's uncommon to him- he's just so used to shouting her name and no one answering.

Gently, he takes the manuscript from her hands and examines it, sighing a little as he counts all the pages are in place. His eyes flicker back to the girl, and for a second he pauses.]

...Thank you.

[The volume raises a little.] Calm yourself.

Fretting will do you no good here, sadly. Allow me to be blunt and tell you that no one has seemed to find a way home and be able to speak of it to others. So at this moment, the danger she might have been in is behind you.

[Have a concernedsassin rushing over. He's still a little cautious, because what crazy man in streets do you have leprosy? but he's still concerned, and grabs a few of the papers, offering them out to Alan.]

Are you going to be all right?

[Even Alice doesn't want to get close. She watches him carefully as she slowly pulls herself up. There were more papers, weren't there? It's not common for her to be given thanks; Alice pretends she didn't hear it.]

Yes, sir, my name is Alice Liddell.

[He pauses, thinks- then speaks. The way she acts is unlike what he's seen before.]

Alan. Alan Wake. I... are we all stuck here?

I--

[Now that people have talked to him a bit, he is considerably less panicked, but no less discouraged from before. His eyes are downcast and he gives a look of defeat towards Kadar, eyes swimming in a tornado of emotions.]

I'm... I don't know. I need to get back- but I can't. They said I can't. I have to save her though.

No no no, you don't get it- [There's a pause here, as Alan tries to calm himself enough to explain to Malik.]

My wife, she's been kidnapped and is being held by ransom. It won't harm her as long as I'm still alive.

[He shudders audibly through the bracelet, breathing in and out.]

But I don't know how it'll react if I'm not there anymore. What it will do to her, or to anyone else.

I-- I have only just arrived, myself. I do not know how to get back, but-- I am certain the Gods would not bring you here if it would only harm someone else!

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action; BECAUSE WHY NOT

action because you obviously need a god figure, alan

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action; OH GOOD LORD

action ahahahaha oh god this will turn out beautiful a+

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[action] LMAO THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM I NEED AN EDIT BUTTON

[action] I know! My kingdom for a paid account, seriously.

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action SEE THE LIGHT ALAN, SEE THE LIGHT

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[action] Sob I think we all need one

action ...LIGHT, YOU SAY? 8D! /FROLICS

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