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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

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[lestercraft]

His mouth works for a moment, no immediate sounds coming forth but the shape of them on his lips, trying to work out how to phrase it.

Until finally it just comes out at once.

"Is this where we were going to end up?"

[greatoldjohn]

It hurts a little to think about it.
The ritual. What had happened there, what he knows now. Not in a bad way, other than knowing he'd betrayed Arthur's trust.

[ No. We would have gone to the Dreamlands. ]

[lestercraft]

"And that's not where the King in Yellow's domain is? Does he have his own, then, his own- realm to rule over?"

He'd not been letting himself think about it, before. Easier to dive into whatever else came forward than focus on what very nearly happened. It had served them well so far - keep calm, keep moving forward; but with so much free time on their hands, all of a sudden, his mind couldn't help but wander back and analyse every last inch for some sort of reason.

[greatoldjohn]

[ What is a king without a kingdom? ]

How to explain this? The lines between different worlds, different planes of existence, dimensions, realms... He does and doesn't understand them, but putting them into human language is nigh impossible. Or at least, it's beyond him at the moment.

[ They are and aren't the same. The easiest way I can explain it is to say that the Dreamlands provides an overlap between where we came from and where he came from. And even that is... simplistic.]

[lestercraft]

He hums, non-commital but confirming he's paying attention. The paint is rough under his fingers, the borderline between tacky and dried, and he has to resist the urge to scrape at a large streak with the side of his thumb.

"I suppose it must be like asking where yellow becomes gold. There's a distinction, real as you like, but the further you dig into the semantics of it, the more difficult that line becomes to see."

[greatoldjohn]

[ Yes. ]

A wry chuckle in the back of his mind.

[ One of many ways your more poetic take on understand serves far better than a scientific one. ]

[lestercraft]

That gets a soft laugh out of Arthur, and it makes the tension that has started setting in across his shoulders ease off a little.

"It has its time and place," he acquiesces, a bit diplomatically, but it leaves him feeling much readier to continue their discussion. Or, double back, as it were. "You said you put too much of yourself into it - what happened, exactly?"

[greatoldjohn]

[ I noticed her being somewhat fascinated by it while we were talking but it was only when we fell into a bit of a lull that her eyes wandered back. Then I couldn't distract her from it and she became dizzy and collapsed. I had to call her warden, Pagan Min, to come and collect her.

I was at least able to drag her into the main room and close the door, however. She woke up quickly enough but she wanted to go back and look at it more. ]

[lestercraft]

"So... something like when you tried reading the book- b-back at Miskatonic University? It was... just enough outside what a human mind was capable of handling, I still remember the feeling of those words."

[greatoldjohn]

[ Yes. Now that I remember everything, know who and what I was, it wouldn't give me a problem. But there are things about the King and the greater sphere that he's a part of that are... dangerous. ]