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[sign_seeker]

*Will digs in his pocket and places some coins on the bar -- a significant portion of his pocket money, for a room costs rather more than a lemonade. He speaks to it quietly, laying a hand on the polished surface, and a key materializes. Will thanks the bar, and heads for the stairs.*

*Upstairs, he kicks off his shoes and curls up under the covers, still clothed. In one hand he clutches the onyx key.*

*He is not particularly tired. It takes a while for him to fall asleep, but eventually he dozes off.*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

The gate forms in his mind, then shivers, and dissolves. The garden is not a place for worry and fears; thus Will does not go there.

He finds himself, instead, upon a low mountain's peak. Hundreds of birds flutter about, feeding and perching in trees. Dream is there, feeding birds from his hands.

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*Will walks towards Morpheus, his trainers quiet on the dark stone. In his hands he finds yellow grain heaped high and he raises his arms. Birds swirl and eddy about him, and prickly small feet and beaks tickle his wrists and fingers as they land to feed.*

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"Will."

Well, he doesn't sound mad. However, he isn't particularly happy either.

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*He knows what that is about. It is, after all, the reason he is here.*

I am sorry. It was a misjudgement.

*He stands straight, and speaks with quiet straightforwardness; he is not attempting to excuse himself.*

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"Yes. It was."

He sighs softly, spreading more grain around as he does so,

"But I do not suppose that you did it a'purpose. I would not have thought Peter to be so blind."

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*sighs too*

Nor I.

I thought Peter might be able to help. You had said that you were open to suggestions.

I never thought he would do what he did.

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"It was highly unexpected."

His lips tighten, just a hint. First Peter had come over to yell at him and throw bread at him, then this.

"I am not angry at you."

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*a tiny fleeting crook of a smile, and then he sighs and scatters a bit of grain*

It was still a mistake.

*He knows Morpheus is not angry with him, but he is still disappointed in himself. He too had trusted Peter with secrets, and thought that Peter understood the nature of things much better than he did, and that sort of mistake is perilous for an Old One. He has seen far greater pain result from such a misjudgement, and he should know better.*

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"The question becomes, what do we do from here? Moiraine is worried and afraid, as I had hoped she would not need to be. We now know that, unfortunately, we need to exercise more discretion around Peter than we have."

He sighs quietly, looking at the multitude of birds.

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*watches absently as a tiny thrush with bright feathers like jewels pecks gently at his fingers before rediscovering the heap of grain, which does not diminish no matter how much is eaten*

I don't know.

I know now what I cannot say to Peter. But some of it I have already said, and I do not know now what he will do with that, thinking always that he is doing the right thing to help a friend.

I am sorry Moiraine heard of it so soon, and in that manner. She does understand, I think, but she worries too.

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"I feel the same. I fear for secrets shared which may be spread. I know that Peter feels the bar does not like secrets, but it is not his place to be the one to choose which are shared when.

As for my lady. Yes, I think that you are right. I had hoped to spare her this, 'though I would not have done anything without speaking to her first."

He runs a hand through his hair, disturbing several birds who then flutter back to him.

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He says he has told no other secrets, even here. That this one he told only because he was so worried about you and Moiraine and Liz, and could think of nothing else to do.

*Will's voice is calm and neutral, passing on the message without judgement of its accuracy*

I do know that he is upset that he hurt you both. I am not entirely certain that he understands even now why you were hurt.

*a pause*

I do know that you would have told her in the end. And that it was your place to tell.

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"Will."

Very quietly, and he turns his gaze on the Old One,

"After that, can you be certain that Peter understands what we consider secrets?"

The heart of the matter. He does not think that Peter would say anything knowing that it was wrong, the question is can Peter see what is not his to say.

He nods at Will's evaluation of when Morpheus would have told Moiraine.

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*he sighs a little, but meets Morpheus's star-eyed gaze calmly*

*honestly* No. Which is of course the root of it all.

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He nods, slowly, and then begins feeding the birds once more.

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*Will, too, falls silent, slowly scattering grain and watching the bright clouds of birds swirl and squabble, feeling their pinprick talons on his arms and shoulders and head*

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

[I wish that Jess would come back so that I could quit. I can't leave without warning her; that's not fair. But I'm so sick of this.

[A game is supposed to be fun. It is not supposed to be misunderstandings and arguments in silence and things getting steadily worse because everyone is acting in character.

Fuck IC, I say, if acting in character is doing nothing but hurt.]

[blue_ajah]

[OOC, quite obviously: *sigh* Gen, sorry to hijack, but happened to check links today and saw this, and wanted to respond. T., hon, I don't know what else to say. I am sorry that you are hurting, I really am, but the IC actions of the characters in this game are not designed in order to hurt you, the player. They truly are not. It's a role, only, and not a personal reflection. It is a game.

The characters are acting IC. The players involved here are not thinking the things that the characters are thinking, and do not have the issues with you, the player, that the characters do with Peter (which, in the case of this conversation, Peter does not even know, anyway). Please do not feel that way, because none of this is at all about anything like that. *hugs*]

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