asgardeventide | 004 ✎ Fourth Manuscript ✎ Audio

'--the way the streets were made, it was like charcoal on paper. Grey, bland. The city had been ill for such a long time, that many didn't believe that it could ever be cured.'

[The feed cuts in on what sounds like Alan talking, and if you listen close, it's a familiar story.]

'With little hope but to bring in others, the ones who ran the city pulled them from their times. It was a conundrum waiting to happen. To give them a specific request: "Paint the city, or lose your home worlds in the process."

What they didn't want to tell was the great war that was coming.'

[A long pause. Alan sighs. And then, suddenly, you hear him throw things off a table nearby, frustrated. There's a few kicks and some frustrated shouts of anger before he says something that's coherent.]

No. No no no! It doesn't sound right! That's not... no, it should be easier after Bright Falls! Alice--! [More papers being shoved, more violent sounds, more angrily tossing things. He might've just flipped a table too. WHOOPS.

Someone help pls. He needs to be calmed down, badly.]

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[Since Alice isn't feeling herself...]

... Yes?

[He stops.

Literally. He just.

Stops.

And then notices it's a somewhat familiar voice that... doesn't belong to the one he's actually calling for.]

Not... not you, Alice. My Alice. My wife.

You cried out the name, you didn't say which.

It's... a habit.

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'--the way the streets were made, it was like charcoal on paper. Grey, bland. The city had been ill for such a long time, that many didn't believe ~~that~~ it could ever be cured.

With little hope but to bring in others, the ones who ran the city pulled them from their times. It was a ~~conundrum~~ find another noun - sug. more emotional waiting to happen. To give them a specific request: "Paint the city, or lose your home worlds in the process."

What they didn't ~~want to~~ tell ~~was~~ that the great war ~~that~~ was coming.'

[voice]

Better?

[OH MY GOD YAY EDITORS. RIVER HE LOVES YOU.]

Much, yeah. Still have the mental block from back home, I guess.

[:D]

You could free-write. Don't listen to the sounds until you've got them all out.

I... could. The problem is I've been stuck in a writing rut for so long, it's almost impossible to get started again.

Writer's block?

[Watson's sympathetic. One writer to another, bro.]

Yeah, I...

[He shakes his head, man his room is a mess now.]

I've had it for three years now. I was hoping, after everything else, it'd be easier to write out.

Three years? I -- [Can't imagine that -- but that's hardly what his companion wants or needs to hear.]

That's a tough one.

[Alan chuckles dryly. Preaching to the choir, Watson.]

Just a bit. And with paparazzi breathing down your neck, it doesn't always make it easier.

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Are you telling the story of Asgard?

[A hand goes to pinch the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes in frustration, but he nods.]

Yeah. I figured I might as well.

That's a wonderful idea!

Although, you don't look like you're having much success.

Not... really. [Sigh.] It's turning out to be harder than i thought.

You should try breathing. Slowly. I hear it helps.

[He's about to throw back something witty, but he's too frustrated right now to try. So he just. Fumes silently, breathing out and focusing on a reply.]

Yeah. I'm aware of that.

... You okay? I mean obviously you're not totally okay but you're not exactly -- bleeding to death, so... Gonna pull through?

If you count my pride being stubborn, then I guess so. [Grumble grumble.] I should be able to write easier, though.

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Working on a story?

Just a bit. I figured I might as well cover what this city is, somehow.

Relax, Alan. The writing isn't going to go anywhere. Take your time.

Jacob, I... ['Want to make this work.' 'I'm going crazy without her here.' 'Have to see my wife.'

His room is a mess, papers all over the floor, Alan sitting on the bed with his face in his hands, going over his forehead in exasperation.]

I just want to have things be... normal, I guess.

I know.

[He gives his best reassuring smile.]

We all do...but we have to work through whatever obstacles come in our way. Don't try to fight it. It'll just make you doubt yourself more.

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