ticktopis_observatorium | A Morbid Appointment

After a mutually interesting conversation between the Morbid Socialite and the Chimeric Professor, both students of the Correspondence agreed to meet outside of class for some follow-up lessons, most probably. They decided to do so in the Professor's home, a somewhat baroque, early georgian two-story house illogically placed on a high place in Watchmaker's Hill, overlooking London from one balcony and the Unterzee from the other, the direction of which was of course issued via Tularemia.

The hour of the appointment was near, and the Professor was setting up the materials they gathered for the ocasion, eager to deepen the acquaintance with one such intriguing gentlemortician.

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Noa didn't even need Tularemia to clarify, for as soon as the little stoat jumped, she swiftly followed, testing both their speeds and energies to spend. The hunt is on!

After a chuckle at the animal socialization having place, the Professor returned to the more human one, smiling pleased at the Socialite's appreciation. "Glad you like it, it's a lovely discovery from our esteemed classmate the Soft-Eyed Mycologist." Just by referring to him their eyes blazed alight for a moment. "I can show you how to get them, they're too easily mistaken with a highly toxic variety, and this one is to be consumed with caution as well..."

"And thank you! Such a thoughtful detail, I can't say I tried this one before. And oh, of course, take seat. I'd love to hear what do you wish to learn about the Correspondence, your end goals, and how to better reach them." Taking seat after the Socialite does at the sofa by the coffee table, all set for them to enjoy together with a conversation.

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The Socialite laughed as he watched the animals run off before turning back to the Professor. "Perhaps we can discuss the fungal foraging at another time. First and foremost, I don't believe I properly learned your name."

They held out a hand for a shake. "Doctor Mementomori Malodrema, though you may call me Mori. Most of our class does at this point, I don't see why a study partner cannot."

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The Professor shook that hand gently, accepting the Socialite's name. Such a precious thing a name is these days. They could perfectly make without theirs, but it's still theirs, and thus free to be spoken out loud.

"Ángel Uriarte. A pleasure to meet you, Mori." And a warm smile that means it.

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"The pleasure is all mine, Ángel. Now, I suppose next on the agenda is discussion of the contents of the lessons. I must say, your use of the layered Correspondence was quite remarkable." The Socialite poured the tea and set the pot aside, allowing the Professor to doctor it as they saw fit: with mushroom cream or sugar.

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The Professor takes their tea with one cream mushroom and no sugar, cupping their hands to the comfortable warmth even in this false-summer.

"Thank you. So far, as the lessons go, I see you are following perfectly. And you showed an impressive creativity when composing novel symbols from the ones we've been taught. Thus I should say. Before next class comes likely with a new challenge, I deem you don't need much study- Nor do I, at risk of sounding arrogant..."

"So I thought it could be better to try and establish connections between our end projects. I could facilitate your access to some literature as well, if you're not doing complete innovation that is. And perhaps collaborate in our research if it's compatible."

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There was a single moment, a single flinch, that disappeared as quickly as it arrived, as if it were never there. Then the Socialite smiled.

"Well, I do worry our projects may not overlap as much as desired. I must ask what your project is on." As he spoke, he took one cream fungus and two cubes of sugar in his tea, stirring gently.

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"Oh, of course." A brief stop to sip tea, taking the cream fungus and biting down, adding another at the remaining tea afterwards. They looked at Mori with a bit of wondering. Was he evasive or just polite? The Socialite usually appeared more eager to please than to be pleased, so it checks out. "Are you familiar with the electromagnetic spectrum, Mori?"

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The Socialite considered, tapping the tea spoon ever so lightly and setting it aside. "The name does sound familiar to me. Would it have something to do with magnetic waves? Or perhaps it's a spectrum of light? Please, do explain." It was a genuine curiosity with which he spoke.

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"You're correct at both! Current state of the art considers electricity, magnetism, radiation and light different forms of the same energy. An energy composed of waves the frequency of which determines its effects on the surrounding world! Ranging from simple harmless communication to utterly destructive chemical reactions! It's just so fascinating... Doubly so when you consider the natural channel of communicating the Correspondence is light, don't you think? If the language was born of light, could it change on such a fundamental level depending on which wavelength is used to convey it? That's my question, and my project intends to answer it."

They're also so excited talking about this. Not just proud of their idea, but also fascinated at the endless wonders that can be found all over the world, natural or supernatural.

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The Socialite hummed with a smile. "A noble pursuit indeed. There's no doubt in my mind you can come up with something spectacular. I'm going into poetry, myself. I'm afraid I attended this class for mere curiosity and expansion of knowledge, so my goals are not nearly as high as yours. But I believe practicing with the language will prove fruitful to my own learning, and thus becomes my project."

The Morbid Socialite took a sip of tea. "Communication via light... I believe zailors use something of a language with light, a sort of code conveyed via spotlight lamps. As well, light plays an integral role in the natural behaviors of man and animal, aiding in sleep, energy, focus. I hear some men working under one of the Masters say the lights in their warehouses keeps the men awake for longer and forbids the second sleep of night. There are plenty of avenues to traverse with the idea of light and the Correspondence."

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The Professor seemed a bit perplexed, leaving their empty cup in the platter. "Ah, you changed your mind? I thought I heard something along the lines of a... 'Medical miracle'? I truly hope that's not the case. Ambition in pursuit of knowledge, and of course its application, is fundamental if someone is aiming to the stars quite as literally as we are."

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The Socialite had been taking a sip of tea as the Professor spoke, nearly choking. "A 'medical miracle', dear Professor? I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest clue what you're talking about. My form of operation has a net zero survival rate, I couldn't possibly- I'm a mortician, not a medical doctor."

Another stir of the tea. "A medical miracle... It does sound intriguing. One does wonder whose project that was, if not mistakenly mine. Perhaps the Maven's? She's a medical doctor and I would believe a quite skilled one."

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"Perhaps there's the miracle, don't you think?" The Professor chuckled in good humor, serving themself a bit more of tea and offering Mori the same with a gesture. They'd serve if affirmative.

"But I believe you are right, I don't quite remember who said that exactly. I was just interested, batbiorangilogical studies were a fixation of mine for quite a while, even before I knew what it meant at all. Life had another plans and got deviated towards a, in my humble opinion, better outcome, but curiosity always lingers, so I was hoping you could introduce me as well. Oh, not that your current focus is disappointing at all! Writing poetry in nature's own language sounds exactly like science should be, and to move people's hearts and minds is one of the noblest goals one could aspire to. I know you would do impressively, given your already exceptional way with words and feelings."

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The Socialite chuckled. "Good Professor, you flatter me! I am no better with words than any other well-learned man. But, perhaps, the direct communication of ideas would aid in the art form, imbuing a stronger connection between creator and audience. To speak directly with one's mind and soul rather than force the thoughts into words. It will be a challenge, but a welcome one."

Somehow, someway, what he said was not dishonest.

"I am curious, however, if there is still room for us to work together on our respective projects. I'm afraid I have no resources to share with you and I would be remiss, if our meetings were to only ever be one sided in advantage."

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"Oh, not at all! I am thinking on testing my hypotheses in a wide variety of environments. And an idea correctly formulated by one specializing himself in such endeavour could make a perfect field test of how its meaning or effects on others change depending on the way it was written, or the dye, or the environmental factors... Don't you think?" Grabbing one of the chocolates and eating it pleasantly. They seem to be filled of some cream, perhaps? The petit-four is yet untouched. Maybe leaving the lovely treat for the end?

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The Socialite took one of the chocolates and considered it. "You have a way with words yourself, Professor. However, if there were any way I could aid your project directly, help you to solve the riddle of light and language, I would do so in a heartbeat." His voice was soft, gentle, patient, a breathy quality that spoke to an empty and wanting chest without the strength to support the structure. He ate the chocolate, savoring the creamy sweet on his tongue, as if that might fill the hole behind his ribs. What else had they done to try and fill such an ache?

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"Thank you, much appreciated." The Professor said as they observed Mori eat the chocolate, hoping it was of his liking.

"Ah, by the way... How are your nights these days? Do you have any recurring nightmare?"

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The Socialite hid his mouth behind a hand as he swallowed. "Oh, no more than usual. You, I'm sure, are aware of what life in the Neath is like. Nightmares are, of course, inevitable. What if you? Are you still plagued by terrible night visions?"

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"Of course, inevitable... But the Emissary said a big truth actually. Recurring dreams, inspired by what we are learning, hold meaning... I would like to hear yours, but I believe I need to share mine as well. Not every night, but recently I dream I embody one of the many dreadful arthropods of the Neath. Sorrow-spiders, gallblighter wasps, huzzites, frost-moths..." The Professor shakes their head. "And you are there as well, the whole class. Being my victims. It is your eyes what I claim, and your bodies upon which I feed my progeny. And such dreadful acts provide me such insights... All fantasies of the mind, I'm certain. But it's like by preying on you, I adopted part of your knowledges, memories, ambitions... And made them my own. Just like a Spider-Council, but more of a Spider-Classroom."

They noticed they haven't even been looking at Mori while they explained... Sighing and preventing their mind from going further astray. "I'm sorry, I got carried out. So far I only talked about it with one other person, and he helped, a lot. And yet when he's not around and my mind isn't kept busy enough, the memories come again, and I feel like... Heh. A monster." The Professor gestures at their shaped, reptilian face. "Isn't that funny?"

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A hand reached across, taking the Professor's own. The eyes that looked up at him were sincere, genuine. "I don't find it funny to call any uncruel person a monster. Regardless of your appearance, or perhaps because of, you are perhaps a person most genuine, most giving, most accepting. To call yourself a monster, even as these dreams prevail, is a cruelty you should not do unto yourself. Dreams and thoughts do not make a man. One's actions are the only defining feature of good or evil, man or monster."

Mori pulled back, holding his hands before him. "Dreams are haunting things I find no value in myself. I know what mine communicate and I want no part in their judgement. I am a good man, I am certain, and I will not have my dreams convince me otherwise. You, Professor, are a good person. I should hope you do the same."

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The Professor accepted the Socialite's hand, softly squeezing it as they listened, a smile growing warmer on their face, the facade returning to place, reinforced this time. They nod finally, thankful.

"Thank you, Mori... I trust your word, from a good person to another." They kept silent for a few moments, before an amused smile comes to their face by the hand of the Socialite's 'stunning cadaver' situation. "Even though I'm certain your eyes would be delicious."

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The Socialite flushed bright red in the matter of seconds, a breath in steadying their heart. He straightened and coughed, adjusting his collar. "Well, as delicious as they may be, I would ask that you take me to dinner first. ... In your dreams, I mean. I-I'm certain you wouldn't eat my eyes after an evening out, surely." He muttered something that sounded very much like, "But I would not be opposed..."

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The Chimeric Professor couldn't help but explode in laughter at the response, easy to good humor as they are. There's no hint of malicious intent in that laughter, however. Just unleashed tension and fun.

"I'll make sure to try and inform my dream-self..." And to the last part, a raised absence of eyebrow. "You are quite the unique man, Mementomori Malodrema. Please don't ever lose that. But I'm afraid we should be more than friends before I feel comfortable enough to do that."

A final teasing smile, ended in drinking from an already empty cup of tea, followed by the logical confused frown.

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"Yes, of- of course. I have experience with being patient, so should the prospect ever turn from humor to reality... More tea?" The Socialite held up the teapot, offering to pour it for them. "Of course, there are things a pair of friends may do beyond what is required of romance or partnership. But you would perhaps wish to save that discussion for another day."

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The Professor contemplated the empty cup for a short while, before offering it to the Socialite, almost mindlessly. "Yes please. To both, I mean. The tea and the time to think. Lately I find quite difficult figuring out what my own heart and mind want, and how not get them mixed..."

They seem to have an idea, looking at Mori with almost apologetic interest. "You are married to two people, if I recall correctly. And you made quite the interesting proposals. I know the Neath parted with many of the more restrictive laws and rules regarding relationships, but I'm still thinking... I know how to desire more than one person, that comes naturally. But how do you love more than one?"