Open Post: Hooked On A Feeling

[rememberettersberg]

What hobbies have you got? Susan had asked him, and he had to admit to not being sure. At school and for some time after, he played rugby. More recently, he only watched it on the television Peter had set up in the tech cave. Here at the mansion, he has books and research and the beginnings of mentoring, but it occurs to Nightingale that he has been building himself a facsimile of work and very little else. He's survived that way for half a century and been perfectly all right (though others may disagree with that assessment) but here, in this hinterland between realities, he is feeling a growing itch for... whimsy, perhaps.

At this moment, propping up the bar with a pint of bitter and a crochet hook, no one would dare accuse him of being whimsical. Nightingale is scowling fiercely at the hook, the yarn, his pint, and the book sitting open beside it. Company would be more than welcome.

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[rememberettersberg]

"Indeed. I have no interest in seeing anyone forced back to a world they'd rather leave behind, but neither do I wish for anyone to be stuck here without cause." Nightingale is very aware that this is all a little shady, but it itches at him, the way they've been brought to the mansion without consent and may now, if Aornis is intent on carrying out her duties, be equally powerless to avoid leaving.

[wickedwit]

Claudius can't be blamed for having a slight shiver at Nightingale speaking with conviction, can he? It's a brief break, from being absorbed in thinking through possible schemes and ways to spin this in the right direction. For now, he looks Nightingale over and appreciates. "I'm glad we're of a mind on this," he says, after a moment. "And I think we were making promising connections, when last we spoke. We still should speak to Aziraphale, and see whether you were right about Enjolras and Grantaire. Any information is valuable, since information is my currency here -- and, hopefully, it brings us closer to understanding why we're all in this mansion."

[rememberettersberg]

"Yes, you're quite right. There's no point in worrying about this woman until we can ascertain whether she has any kind of jurisdiction over us." Nightingale pauses thoughtfully. "She might even be from fiction herself. Many of our fellow residents seem to have hopped between stories, with varying states of self-awareness."

[wickedwit]

"That's what I asked her, and even she acknowledged it might be possible." He shakes his head. "And you know I didn't acknowledge it nearly as quickly, when you suggested I was from a fiction. I suppose that's the benefit of being from a world with jurisfiction agents and travel between books. Do you think the rules of her world might not apply to us?"

[rememberettersberg]

"Unless we originate from her world, I don't see that we're any of her business," Nightingale replies. The temporal implications of all this are starting to give him a headache. "And unless she's hiding some involvement with the mansion, how could she be sure that we were? I think we simply need to keep her on side and see what she does. Perhaps she does have the key to moving between our own homes and here."

[wickedwit]

"Shen Qingqiu also described himself as visiting a world of fiction," Claudius says, musing aloud. "It changed how I saw our roles in relation to our destinies -- preordained things like Galahad claiming the Holy Grail¹. But I don't believe it was merely poetic distancing on his part. Luo Binghe's world truly was a fictional story to him." Claudius rather hopes the course of this investigation doesn't lead to Claudius finding more ways to sympathize with Luo Binghe. But he can't remember, from his laudanum-addled confessions to Nightingale, whether he ended up telling Nightingale the full blood parasites story. Sighing, he moves past that thought. "Shen Qingqiu's someone else we could talk to. I can imagine him very matter-of-factly saying he's been keeping track of how many book canons are represented here for months. And he might know more about ..." Claudius waves a hand. "Interfictional forces and jurisdictions, if those exist."

¹ Which just sounds like a literary metaphor when you're not literally dating Galahad from before he claimed the Holy Grail.

[rememberettersberg]

"He does seem the most likely person to have heard of them." Nightingale makes a little face of displeasure. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about your play more gently upon our first meeting. These recent developments have shown me how unpleasant it is to confront such a possibility." He's thinking about Peter's Harry Potter jokes and his own I'm not a fictional character refrain in response to them. If anyone's the Harry Potter of their story, it's Peter, he decides. Perhaps he should read the damned things while he's here.

[wickedwit]

Claudius laughs at the memory of that first meeting. "If thou dost need me to be gentle with thee, thou needst only ask -- in all things," he says, taking the slimmest chance to flirt. More serious, though still affecting a lighter tone, he says, "But if thou art questioning what this means for thy free will, or the reality of thy world ... thou shouldst know that I had a poorer notion of my free will in Denmark, when I believed my decisions were secrets between myself and God and not the subject of stageplays. However many shocks or surprises this place presents me with, I've not yet given up on it." Even if he has to rework his entire cosmology again to make sense of it.

[rememberettersberg]

Nightingale rolls his eyes good-naturedly at the flirting. "I suppose it makes no difference in the end. As surreal as the past few months have been, it certainly feels real enough to me. Let's find Aziraphale, see what he has to say about Les Miserables."

[wickedwit]

“Let’s,” Claudius agrees. He pushes himself away from the bar with a new-honed purpose. “We’ll have a look at the library first. I believe he nests there for much of his time.” Like a baby chick, which Aziraphale sometimes resembles. Something about fluffy blonde hair and ruffled feathers.

[az_fell]

Well, Aziraphale has never even so much as pretended not to be predictable. One develops habits after millennia on Earth. Crowley likes that, he thinks -- that ninety-nine point nine nine nine repeating percent of the time, he knows where to find Aziraphale.

Anyway. Yes, Aziraphale's in the library, in what he has personally deemed its comfiest (and, crucially, also its coziest) armchair. He's paging, with a skeptical look on his face, through a rather flimsy volume that has Practical Exercises for Young Magicians, by Amelia Popper stamped into its spine.

[rememberettersberg]

"Aziraphale, how have you been?" Nightingale begins, automatically bound to politeness. He regards the title of the book with some interest. "Is this another accident of conjuration or something you meant to be reading?"

[wickedwit]

Naturally, Claudius prefers to start polite, and gives his own mannerly bow from where he stands at Nightingale's side. He tries not to smile too much at Aziraphale nestled in his comfy (and, crucially, cozy) armchair.

[az_fell]

"Mr. Nightingale," says Aziraphale, and then, with a bit more suspicion, "and Claudius. Firstly: believe it or not, I actually found this in the stacks here. You're welcome to borrow it. Secondly: to what do I owe the pleasure?"

[rememberettersberg]

"We've been developing some theories about how we all came to be here." Nightingale pulls up a chair and sits beside him. "And your difficulties in producing works featuring any of the residents came up in conversation." Here he hesitates, unsure how to explain adequately, but braces himself and forges on ahead. "We were hoping you might try to whip up a copy of Les Miserables to test a thought I had."

[wickedwit]

"It will take only a moment of your time," Claudius promises, leaning against the other side of Aziraphale's chair¹. "And it's quite a promising theory. I'm sure you're as curious as anyone else about this particular mystery."

¹ Because he'd never sit when he can lean.

[az_fell]

"I am curious," admits Aziraphale, looking mildly irritated at the encroachment on his personal bubble from Claudius. Not, of course, that he'll say anything. "I can try to miracle up Les Misérables, but I can already tell you that I won't be successful. We've got a secondary character and a minor character from it running around the premises." Still, just to demonstrate, he sets his reading aside and makes a little gesture. No Hugo is in evidence, but he does produce a copy of A Court of Thorns and Roses. He makes a disturbed face and instantly banishes it again.

[rememberettersberg]

"... It should have occurred to me that you would already have read it," Nightingale admits. "So it's true then? Grantaire and Enjolras are also literary characters?" He leans back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "Do you know how many of us are altogether?"

[wickedwit]

“And could you list them?” asks Claudius, producing a slim notepad and pen from a jacket pocket. “I could really use a list.”

[az_fell]

"Grantaire and Enjolras are from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo, yes," says Aziraphale with a suppressed sigh. "I can't say how many altogether, because I haven't read every book in existence -- not every book is worth my time. Now, why precisely do you need this list? I overstepped with you, Claudius, but I've been trying to remain polite about the fictional status of anyone else I meet and happen to recognize."

[wickedwit]

“The fictional status of …” Claudius rolls his eyes. “Let’s make one thing clear. It’s entirely likely that we’re all fictional, including you, and you don’t know what book you’re from. Either it didn’t exist where you came from, or it was beneath your notice. Some day, some newcomer may come along, share a bottle of wine with you, then tell you your story was a smashing success, and audiences the world over know your secrets.”

[rememberettersberg]

Nightingale nods along with Claudius, looking entirely nonplussed. He barely waits for Claudius to finish speaking before jumping in. "Don't the implications of it interest you at all? What it says about us? What it says about you as an angel? I've attempted to do the same thing, ignore any other familiarities I might stumble across, but this goes so much further than I'd imagined."

[az_fell]

Verbally assaulted by the villain from Hamlet and by -- well, by a usually pleasant gentleman from, presumably, something. Aziraphale eyes them warily.

"If you must know," he says wearily. "Obviously, Claudius, yourself and Laertes. The Arthurian knights, naturally, are fictional, with multiple sources, even. Susan Pevensie; surely you knew that already, Mr. Nightingale. The unfortunate young French revolutionaries, as you've surmised. That's everyone I recognize, but I have good reason to believe Tress is fictional, as well. I haven't read her source material, and of course she wouldn't have known its name even if I'd asked."

[rememberettersberg]

Nightingale nods. He might not have come across the phrase main character energy in his life, but he knows Tress has it. "We're also aware of several people who have moved between worlds they thought to be fictional or knew were fictional prior to their arrival here," he says crisply, as though reporting to a senior officer. "Which seems unlikely to be coincidental, given the circumstances."

[wickedwit]

It feels, to Claudius, rather rude to describe Sagramore or Galahad as Arthurian, just because they happened to pass through King Arthur's court in their careers. But if Claudius himself is from a play called Hamlet, it more or less fits the pattern. Kings have to have everything important named after them. "We can add Luo Binghe to the list, as well," he says, faithfully writing down each name. "And Lan Wangji, though from the sound of it, the dramatic adaptation of his life is somewhat lacking. There might be more than one work for him, like my play and the Lion King."