[ Gerry scowls and winces as his head aches, his vision swimming and a strange static filling his ears like damaged cassette tape. He grits his teeth in resistance. ]
Go fffff-ffuck yourse-self.
[ The compulsion is too strong. He can't resist it. ]
It's a mind control device. Web-adjacent. Makes him black out and do other people's bidding. He needs it back so that he can be in control of himself again. I'm trying to give it back because he's my fucking boyfriend and I care about him.
[ The compulsion releases him, and he lets out a breath before glaring daggers at Jon. He has never in his life felt so fucking violated, not even when Gertrude put him in that goddamn book. He seethes with anger and outrage and broken trust. ]
[ Taking a much-needed step back, nearly smacking his hip into his desk as he did so, he listened attentively, clearly noting down every detail. Mind control device? In a paper? What was something like that doing here, of all places? What could have created such a thing? There's a million additional questions Jon wants to ask, but he's not even sure that Gerry would know them.
He'd already done enough damage, anyhow.
Looking a blend of surprised, anxious, and ashamed, he reaches over to the desk. It takes only a moment to find Lot 37, tucked absently under a discarded piece of mail, and he passes it over. ]
Yes. Give it to him, and... give him my apologies, if you feel so inclined when you do. I... I didn't know.
[ A pause, a tense silence, before he tries to speak up again. ]
[ He goes to call after him, but any words die in his throat, and he falters. What could he possibly say to right any of that? Gerry wasn't wrong, there certainly was a track record Jon decided to live up to, today. He closes the door gently and sighs.
Suppose he ought to start calling him Gerard again. ]
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Date: 2023-11-07 03:23 am (UTC)Go fffff-ffuck yourse-self.
[ The compulsion is too strong. He can't resist it. ]
It's a mind control device. Web-adjacent. Makes him black out and do other people's bidding. He needs it back so that he can be in control of himself again. I'm trying to give it back because he's my fucking boyfriend and I care about him.
[ The compulsion releases him, and he lets out a breath before glaring daggers at Jon. He has never in his life felt so fucking violated, not even when Gertrude put him in that goddamn book. He seethes with anger and outrage and broken trust. ]
...Happy now?
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Date: 2023-11-07 03:31 am (UTC)He'd already done enough damage, anyhow.
Looking a blend of surprised, anxious, and ashamed, he reaches over to the desk. It takes only a moment to find Lot 37, tucked absently under a discarded piece of mail, and he passes it over. ]
Yes. Give it to him, and... give him my apologies, if you feel so inclined when you do. I... I didn't know.
[ A pause, a tense silence, before he tries to speak up again. ]
And Gerry, I'm sor---
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Date: 2023-11-07 03:35 am (UTC)Get bent, Sims. This is exactly what I get for trusting another fucking Archivist.
[ He storms out, plans to hang out all but forgotten. He needs to get this back to Cecil as soon as possible. ]
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Date: 2023-11-07 03:39 am (UTC)Suppose he ought to start calling him Gerard again. ]