paradoxlol: (;misc: dreaming)
Have you known such a savoury grief as I?
Do people say "Strange fellow!," whom you meet?
— My amorous soul, when I was due to die,
Felt longing mixed with horror; pain seemed sweet.
 
Anguish and ardent hope (no factious whim)
Were mixed: and as the sands of life ran low
My torture grew delicious yet more grim,
And of this dear old world would not let go.
|

[There's a long pause in the text, then he switches to voice.]
 
It's Baudelaire.  I can't remember the rest.  I just wanted to share, because... because I woke up, and it was like when you get a song stuck in your head.  An idea that replays over and over again, and you try to get it out, but you can't. [He lets out a soft snort at the thought.  NOT THAT ANYBODY WOULD KNOW, but Arthur's tone sounds more like his normal, pre-Invasion self.]
 
The thing about an idea is... If it isn't yours, you can always trace it back to its genesis.  Your mind-- your mind is-- it's this incredible tool; it retains so much more than you can even comprehend.  Some speculate that you never really forget anything-- you may not recall something, but it's still there, locked inside your head.  You can't, you can't make a person believe in a lie forever, not if you don't go deep enough. [He laughs hollowly]  Any memory can be retrieved. 
 
Anything...
 
[Murmuring:] It's on the tip of my tongue.
 
[He lets out a soft sigh and begins to recite, his voice going flat:]
 
J'étais comme l'enfant avide du spectacle,
Haïssant le rideau comme on hait un obstacle...
Enfin la vérité froide se révéla:

J'étais mort sans surprise, et la terrible aurore
M'enveloppait. — Eh quoi! n'est-ce donc que cela?
La toile était levée et j'attendais encore.

 
That's it.  That's what I was forgetting.
 
[OOC: CUE ARTHUR GOING CRAZY.  Or beginning to.  He knows something's wrong; he knows that he should be able to check that this is reality, but the whole concept of a totem is basically gone, so he's left in a daze.  IF I'M FEELING INTELLIGENT ENOUGH, his comments will become more and more surreal, but if I'm not, he'll just be in a weird malaise.  By tonight/tomorrow, he'll start trying to "kick" his canonmates and himself.  With a gun.  The poem is "The Dream of a Curious Man", and I'm using the second translation here.  OH AND: Arthur's on the deck right now, staring down at the "sea" of stars, so that's where you can find him.]
paradoxlol: (OOC: 囧)
[What is Arthur doing-- oh god, he looks TOTALLY RELAXED AND CHILL.  He's actually grinning.  Granted, he's not a linefacing robot even without Adam's influence, but let's face it: regular Arthur rarely, if ever, posts to the network for open social calls.  The network is for business-- or, at least, it was.  As far as anyone knows, however, Arthur's always been like this.  He let loose pretty much immediately after coming to the Barge, much like a kid hitting college for the first time.]
 
I've got a proposal.  Something that doesn't have to do with the flood. [He holds up his hands, as though he's placating an invisible audience.] Yeah, I know the other wardens are too busy making reports about this, that and the other [Smirk, airquotes, HE'S TURNING INTO EDDIE BROCK, SOB.] "crisis" that came up over the last few days, but I don't see the big deal.  Only one person died, which I think is something of a Barge record.  We should be celebrating, not adding more reports to the pile.  It's not like anyone was responsible for what happened during the flood, so what's the point of tracking it?
 
It's like everyone wants to keep morale down.  Look, trust me when I say: you dwell too much on the bad, bury your head in work? You're never gonna get anywhere.  You'll just be miserable, which doesn't do your inmate any good, and it doesn't do you any good.
 
So, allow me to take some proactive measures for the good of the Barge.  Pool party, tonight.  After dinner.  I'll supply the alcohol [Cough.] with 'donations' from the bar...   And you just bring yourselves.  And music.  Unless you enjoy listening to French pop.  [Laughing.]  Not a word, Mal; I know you do.
 
And hey, inmates. [He grins and holds up his warden item-- it's a smartphone.  REAL ARTHUR WILL BE SO PISSED THAT HE OUTED HIS ITEM.] Consider this your free pass into the party.  So, come on, forget about the day-to-day "Barge trauma" and stop by the pool tonight.
 
Especially you, Perry.  [Loftily, complete with an imperious wave of his hand:] As your warden, I command it.
 
[OOC: THIS ARTHUR DOESN'T PAY ATTENTION TO THINGS LOL, so he only knows about Cissie's death, not Loki's or anybody else.  Others are free to look down on him as a lazy warden, since he likely doesn't participate in anything wardenly, fails to keep a lot of warden stuff behind filters, and just focuses on being pals with his inmates.
 
And er, IDK if people really want a ~pool party log~ but if they do, I'll start one after work.  IF NOT, I'll put up an OOC post to work out deets.]

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