Dream a Little Dream with me....
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mdc_universeWho: The Maxx and Mr. Showman
What: Talking
When: Late night
Where: New York
Interactions: Mr. Showman, Open
Warnings: Maybe some swearing?
Though summer was here, it was a rainy night and Maxx's cardboard box was sagging uncomfortably. The bottom of it was basically pulp and the news papers stuck to him and stank of sour ink. He curled into a tighter ball, pulling taught the jacket, scarf and hat, just trying to stay warm.
Julie was gone.
Creeper was gone.
Everyone was gone.
His knuckles felt stiff and sore still from when he punched that...uh...what did he punch again?
A wall maybe. Or a truck?
Or maybe a t-
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
CHUNG
CHUNG
CHUNG
CHUNG
Maxx opened his eyes as the damn noise faded from his mind and saw only black. No sprawling brown grasses, no twisting black roots, just an endless space with hundreds of white pinpoints. Stars.
"They make such lovely patterns don't they?"
Maxx turned and saw a man, familiar and yet not. He narrowed his eyes.
"Do I know you?" Maxx asked as he floated, turning slowly head over heels in the zero gravity.
"You did, maybe. Once."
"Are you the reason I keep getting these headaches?"
"As much as I would love to say 'trust me, I am a doctor', when it comes to your mind Maxx, I'm afraid there's precious little I can do. It'll dumb it down for you. You're dreaming, more or less. Here, let me make you more comfortable."
Maxx must have blinked because in the next instant he was sitting in the middle of an old style movie theatre. The chair was red velvet and comfortable and somehow managed to hold all of Maxx and bear his weight without the slightest groan. The red and gold curtain drew back and the stage seemed to Maxx as if it were a giant window looking out to space. The man had dissappeared, but his theatrical voice reverbbed through the entire theatre.
"I know things Maxx, things that would destroy the sanity of most people. Luckily you've much vacancy in your brain. Enough for at least two realities," the man chuckled. "What's one more, right?"
The 'space' flickered, and zoomed out, pulled back until a galaxy was visible, then another, another, and so on.
"There are infinate worlds, Maxx, in space, the space between spaces, the mind, even our own choices make new worlds. Remember how when Miss Winters left, you both feared that the city would vanish? Imagine for a moment that entire worlds, not just worlds, but realites could be dissolved and then reconstucted at the whim of someone more powerful than us. They say God made the world in six days. What if others could do it in six seconds?
Entire universes have faded away, exploded, imploded or were merely forgotten due to the whims of beings greater than ourselves. Even now, on our Earth, the Earth we know to be the right one, people, not grand beings but mere people, are thinking themselves Gods and trying to force a new reality upon our own. They are trying to take halves of people and forcing them to create a new idenity. No matter what the person's previous life was."
"So?"
"Ah...what?"
"So?" Maxx repeated. "Why should I care? Maybe I'd be happier being jammed into a different person's life. Maybe I'd have a steady job as a janitor or something."
"And what about Miss Winters?" the showman asked.
"Julie left." Maxx said with a heavy, sad growl in his voice.
"yes, she left you." he said plainly. "But that doesn't mean she's not still out there. Maxx, you know Julie. You know that she would not want the will of another forced upon her...Yet she would be powerless to stop this....galactic merger."
"Murder?"
"Merger."
"Oh."
"Julie is still out there, Maxx, somewhere, and she's fought far too hard for her own freedom to be subjected to this ...event."
Maxx looked at his toes and sighed. "So what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Alone, you can do nothing. Find others, others stronger than you, others that will listen and can act."
"How?"
"You need only to speak the truth, they will hear you."
Maxx scowled. "You wanna turn me into a crazy raving homeless bum?"
"They will hear you," he insisted again. "But you best get started Maxx, there's no telling how antsy these un-gods are getting."
Maxx woke up to a car horn and shouting in the street. Someone nearly getting flattened by an antsy cab driver.
Antsy?
Maxx got to his feet and stumbled out into the rain. He sighed as he shuffled from his alleyway and made his way to the nearest intersection.
"IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!"
He felt really stupid.
What: Talking
When: Late night
Where: New York
Interactions: Mr. Showman, Open
Warnings: Maybe some swearing?
Though summer was here, it was a rainy night and Maxx's cardboard box was sagging uncomfortably. The bottom of it was basically pulp and the news papers stuck to him and stank of sour ink. He curled into a tighter ball, pulling taught the jacket, scarf and hat, just trying to stay warm.
Julie was gone.
Creeper was gone.
Everyone was gone.
His knuckles felt stiff and sore still from when he punched that...uh...what did he punch again?
A wall maybe. Or a truck?
Or maybe a t-
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
Chung
CHUNG
CHUNG
CHUNG
CHUNG
Maxx opened his eyes as the damn noise faded from his mind and saw only black. No sprawling brown grasses, no twisting black roots, just an endless space with hundreds of white pinpoints. Stars.
"They make such lovely patterns don't they?"
Maxx turned and saw a man, familiar and yet not. He narrowed his eyes.
"Do I know you?" Maxx asked as he floated, turning slowly head over heels in the zero gravity.
"You did, maybe. Once."
"Are you the reason I keep getting these headaches?"
"As much as I would love to say 'trust me, I am a doctor', when it comes to your mind Maxx, I'm afraid there's precious little I can do. It'll dumb it down for you. You're dreaming, more or less. Here, let me make you more comfortable."
Maxx must have blinked because in the next instant he was sitting in the middle of an old style movie theatre. The chair was red velvet and comfortable and somehow managed to hold all of Maxx and bear his weight without the slightest groan. The red and gold curtain drew back and the stage seemed to Maxx as if it were a giant window looking out to space. The man had dissappeared, but his theatrical voice reverbbed through the entire theatre.
"I know things Maxx, things that would destroy the sanity of most people. Luckily you've much vacancy in your brain. Enough for at least two realities," the man chuckled. "What's one more, right?"
The 'space' flickered, and zoomed out, pulled back until a galaxy was visible, then another, another, and so on.
"There are infinate worlds, Maxx, in space, the space between spaces, the mind, even our own choices make new worlds. Remember how when Miss Winters left, you both feared that the city would vanish? Imagine for a moment that entire worlds, not just worlds, but realites could be dissolved and then reconstucted at the whim of someone more powerful than us. They say God made the world in six days. What if others could do it in six seconds?
Entire universes have faded away, exploded, imploded or were merely forgotten due to the whims of beings greater than ourselves. Even now, on our Earth, the Earth we know to be the right one, people, not grand beings but mere people, are thinking themselves Gods and trying to force a new reality upon our own. They are trying to take halves of people and forcing them to create a new idenity. No matter what the person's previous life was."
"So?"
"Ah...what?"
"So?" Maxx repeated. "Why should I care? Maybe I'd be happier being jammed into a different person's life. Maybe I'd have a steady job as a janitor or something."
"And what about Miss Winters?" the showman asked.
"Julie left." Maxx said with a heavy, sad growl in his voice.
"yes, she left you." he said plainly. "But that doesn't mean she's not still out there. Maxx, you know Julie. You know that she would not want the will of another forced upon her...Yet she would be powerless to stop this....galactic merger."
"Murder?"
"Merger."
"Oh."
"Julie is still out there, Maxx, somewhere, and she's fought far too hard for her own freedom to be subjected to this ...event."
Maxx looked at his toes and sighed. "So what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Alone, you can do nothing. Find others, others stronger than you, others that will listen and can act."
"How?"
"You need only to speak the truth, they will hear you."
Maxx scowled. "You wanna turn me into a crazy raving homeless bum?"
"They will hear you," he insisted again. "But you best get started Maxx, there's no telling how antsy these un-gods are getting."
Maxx woke up to a car horn and shouting in the street. Someone nearly getting flattened by an antsy cab driver.
Antsy?
Maxx got to his feet and stumbled out into the rain. He sighed as he shuffled from his alleyway and made his way to the nearest intersection.
"IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!"
He felt really stupid.
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Date: 2012-06-04 02:20 pm (UTC)Somewhat content, though, the man continued walking down the street, until some huge purple-clad jerkoff stumbled into his path. Frowning, he took the cigar out of his mouth, flicking the ashes to one side and watched as this yutz stumped around a bit, "You okay Mac?" he raised a brow, taking another drag, "S'with the getup?"
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Date: 2012-06-13 05:13 am (UTC)Maxx hated running into people, and it happened far more than he liked. And this 'kid', because what 'kid' smoked cigars?, was easy to trample over with Maxx's big feet. That dream or Outback flash or whatever it was had taken a lot out of him and he felt hung over as he so often did after his forays into the Outback.
"I think the end of the world is coming," Maxx answered but the doubt was clear in his voice, like someone parroting a quite they were unsure of. The words felt thick on his tongue and his jaw hurt, like he were someone's puppet and behind his mask his mouth was forced to enunciate. "I'm not really sure why I think that though. Something about...space?"
He blinked at Blake, the gaze from out behind the purple and yellow mask distant and confused.
Maxx definitely did not have the presence of mind to explain his 'getup'.
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Date: 2012-07-10 07:51 pm (UTC)"Eeeeeeyeah. Okay. End of the world huh? You sure about that big guy?" David looked young for his age, but his habits and mannerisms often dispelled the assessment of others. Still, the blonde looked up at Maxx with an interested expression, not an awed one, not a confused one. This was some kind of super.. something. Hero, villain, somewhere in between probably, judging from the colour scheme and skintight suit. The teeth were menacing, sort of, but it gave off the quirkiness of misunderstood heroism.
It was the kind of thing you picked up on when you lived in a world like this one. The universe had several rules about how good and evil acted, let alone dressed.
"So something to do with space is gonna be our undoing.. You sure this isn't just somethin' you picked up outta th'bottom of a Jay-Dee bottle?" casually, he turned his head, exhaling a cloud of smoke and flicking ashes away from his cigar, "C'mon, let's at least getcha of the street before you wander into a car or get picked up by th'fuzz or somethin'. They love takin' supers in, grillin' 'em, goin' on about vigilante this and property damage that." he reached to put a hand on Maxx's shoulder, feeling at least a bit responsible for moving this guy along.