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[teetheyes]

One of you bastards needs to tell me why I'm making this man dinner.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I lived in Bangkok for a couple months, it can't be that different. Maybe you weren't looking hard enough.

[Finally pouring for himself.]

[orderonto]

[Staring at Cori's glasses again and drinking just a little harder. Thinking about home makes him think about his daddy which brings up the deep personal issues.]

Not where I lived. I'm rich. I'm also about four per cent of the population, if you get the picture. Lucky me, for once. Caste politics.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Hey, I get it.

[Leaning forward, get an eyefull of those shades, Mohinder.]

I only look white.

[orderonto]

[Now he can't help but less furtively stare directly at you, Cori, because you gave him the invite. And he takes a nice, long drink to empty his glass, because he kind of seriously needs to be drunk for shit like this.]

I forgot. You're not even human, are you? Not really.

That sounds awfully rude, I'm sorry.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Lighting a cigarette because as a tender he's allowed to smoke in Blue's club. The shades go up so he can better blow the smoke, out of his eyes.]

Not the way you are.

[orderonto]

[He waves a hand in front of his face to scatter the smoke and points to the cup. Because you have eyeteeth and he needs it.]

More. Please.

I've been told a lot about the Dreaming, or whatever it is they called it, which you're a part of. Do I recall correctly? I should be less mean-spirited to you, if you can't help your nature. Except that I don't know what your nature is.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Pouring for Mohinder then taking a sip of his own.]

Oh what the hell did the fucking bird tell you?

[Matthew is a sore spot but he doesn't let it show.]

[orderonto]

A bit. Seemed to think that you were more decent than I typically give you credit for, and that you had a necessary job to do. I'm unsure, that's why I agreed to come. I want to figure you out.

How dangerous, right?

[Sorry, Cori. He liked Matthew. Even if he was a talking fucking bird. And the thought of talking fucking birds sends him back to his glass.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Puff of smoke.]

You're pretty lucky you're doing this now and not eighteen years ago. Anyway you can't figure me out, lost cause.

[orderonto]

[More passive-aggressive handwaving.]

Because? What would have happened eighteen years ago?

And you should know, lost causes I've come to discover are the only ones worth fighting for. I've experienced a few personally.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Oh right, ash tray. Tap tap. Also ignoring that question.]

Oh yeah, like?

[orderonto]

[He had a doctorate in psychology, Cori, he totally got your slick dodged question. But he doesn't know what kind of wacky magic you could work on him, so, ignoring it. But he downs the whole glass and winces because you asked for the My Father's Research speech.]

My father had a theory which got him a lot of nowhere until it got him killed. And then it got me career suicide, and stalkers and lies and a lost relationship and an empty wallet and a tiny apartment in Brooklyn with cockroaches. It was a lost cause, except for where he was right and it wasn't.

Of course, now I'm stuck in some goldfish bowl being laughed at and I'm still miserable, so.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Can't remember if he's gotten that one before, and that's probably for the better. He does quirk a brow, impressed at Mohinder taking the whoooole glass.]

Shit still falls when you throw it up in the air. Does his theory apply here?

[orderonto]

[His eyes are watering and his nose-hairs are burning away RIGHT NOW but he likes macho displays. He tortured a serial killer with a tuning fork, ok?]

Not his theory in particular. It was very specific, and also completely true. But the idea that humans could have abilities most people can't begin to imagine is very applicable.

You, on the other hand, are more related to my own research.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're giving me good reasons to stay interested but you're not giving me any answers.

[Just an observation, of course. He sips his own drink then puts that cigarette out.]

[orderonto]

[He's considering asking for more, but not sure of the intelligence of that. Still, he's glad that cigarette is out and the smoke isn't drifting from...eyesocket-things.]

Dreams. How they evolved. Why they have them. The possibility for two people to be involved in one dream. I'm published where I come from. They stuck me in the parascience section, near the books about UFOs.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Martians are shit. They join the League then sit on their ass on a satellite all day.

[Another sip. This is still his first drink.]

Dreams don't evolve, they only change their point of view.

[orderonto]

[He's definitely more than a little buzzed himself. Congratulations, you get to listen to it.]

I have no idea what you're saying and if you're messing with me or not. But when I said evolved, I meant, where did they come from. Why do we have them.

I got the answer to my first question from Rose Walker. The second is still a mystery. And then there's you. You can understand my fascination. This was years of my life, at home.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[It's better than being home with the guy who can grow his eyeballs back.]

Because everyone has something to define. But I'm not one to talk, I was made because no dream should last forever. I think I got tired of it after a while, fishbowl analogy.

[Finishing his glass.]

So, he changed my point of view.

[orderonto]

[He sliiiiides his glass closer.]

The second kind? Not that I feel like I could actually appreciate it as well.

He, who? The 'Dream' person Matthew mentioned?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, Jack's ready to make Mohinder feel alllll sorts of better. He pours two.]

Yes, Dream of the Endless. Don't invoke his name unless you know how to throw him out of your house. Something tells me you don't.

[orderonto]

[If he comes home drunk, he's in deep shit, Cori. But it's there so now he has to start drinking it.]

I can't even keep a thirteen year old boy out of my dreams-- don't ask --I can't begin to imagine what you mean about invoking and tossing out.

What about you? Can I toss you out?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he's more than willing to walk Mohinder home.... just to find out where he lives.]

A thirteen year old?

[Asked anyway, ahem.]

I come only when I'm invited and I leave when I'm not needed anymore. Sometimes you don't even know I'm there.

[orderonto]

[That's creepy, Cori. He lives with a little girl.]

It's a long and deeply personal story, but to make it short, there was a boy named Sanjog who could...walk through other people's dreams while he was sleeping. He came to mine to show me the answers to questions I didn't consciously know I had. Rather, he told me that I called him to me in my sleep.

Bizarre but verifiable. I met him in person once.

Is this what you do?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[What's creepy is that Mohinder lives with a little girl, gosh.]

I'm not surprised, those types show up now and then. But that's not what I do at all.

[Here it comes, the Dark Mirror speech.]

"Imagine that you woke in the night and rose, and seemed to see before you another person, whom slowly you perceived to be yourself. Someone had entered in the night and placed a mirror in your sleeping place, made from a black metal. You had been frightened only of your reflection. But then the reflection slowly raised one hand while your own stayed still. A dark mirror. That was always the intention, but the gulf between conception and execution is wide, and many things can happen on the way."

Words I'm supposed to live by.