2009-12-22: Canada Is A Trap

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Date: December 22, 2009

Summary:

Kory interupts Tiago's fantasy harem to extract some information and determine what side of the struggle he's on. (PS - Look for Tracy's brief cameo)


"Canada Is A Trap"

Dreamworld - Inside Tiago's Head

It has been a very difficult couple of days for poor Tiago DaSilva. Filled with mental unrest and anguish, despite the fact that there's not much to do in his barren, freezing cell he's found rest very difficult to come by. And even worse - when he does manage to capture elusive sleep, it has not been deep or substantial at all. Tonight though…tonight is different. Perhaps his lucky star is shining down upon him. Perhaps its the ridiculous amount of cardio exercises that he has been doing, or the yoga he has been dabbling in. But tonight, he dreams, and he dreams soundly.

Tiago is sprawled lazily on a four-poster bed, plopped down in the white sands of some fictional beach. The atmosphere happens to be a soft pinkish-orange color, the color pattern of a particularly exquisite sunrise, and the sounds of waves crashing continually found in the background. Draped in a white and gold-rimmed toga, the man is being fed grapes - by his harem, of coarse. Around him seems to be (big-breasted) caricatures of every woman he knows and vaguely enjoys, and ever one or two he hates (yes, Tracy, that's you on the pole of the bed). Beside him is a smiling brunette found with her coconut-top bikini, and the lot of the women all seem completely enthralled and devoted to him.

Hey. It's his dreams, okay. He's allowed.

—-

It has been the work of several nights to find this man again. The man she met briefly and connected with over pie and conversation in the park. It was only a slip of his tongue that made Kory recall him at all, consider him worth revisiting. Now, she finally senses he has slept deep enough to dream, and now that he's dreaming — she can look in on him.

She arrives on the dreamscape invisible, as has been her habit for awhile now. She takes the measure of the scene his mind has given him, and quietly adjusts it slightly so there is a swaying tropical tree of some variety, and Kory the brightly-plumaged tropical bird sitting in a branch looking down at the bed from above. She gives a cheerful little squawk, and mantles her wings into the breeze.

—-

The dreamscapes reacts - and suddenly, in addition to the tree, there are palm leaves being waved in his general direction in order to manufacture a light breeze. With a contented sigh, Tiago closes his dream eyes and sinks back into the downy pillows of his dream bed, indulging in the roaming hands that caress his chest and arms, as well as the murmurs of adoration that come from his imaginary fans. "Ladies, ladies…'nough of me ta go 'round…you'll all get your turn, no worries. I'm like superman, I am." Well, this is certainly better than the reality of his situation. And because of the incredibleness of this fantasy, he doesn't even notice the bird, or the fact that the bird is not a figment of his imagination at all.

—-

"Even Superman had to rest sooner or later," the brightly colored Kory-Toucan informs Tiago matter-of-factly. It's a shame to shake the poor guy out of such a nice dream, but there are things she needs to know. Or at least wants to know. "But as fortresses of Solitude go, you could do worse." Squawk. Because she's, you know, jut a bird.

—-

Confusion writes itself of Tiago's clean, nicely groomed features as he looks around for the source of that voice - so hard and clear compared to the murmurings of his dream babes. Eventually, he finally finds the multi-colored bird. He blinks, not once, but twice before frowning. "Yeah well, not me. I'm super Superman an'…well, shit, you're a bird! What d'you know 'bout sex!" If he sounds like a kid…it's because he is. On the inside. But then, suddenly…

Pop! Pop! Pop pop!

"What? No! No no no, don't go! We were - oh God, no!" Tiago yells out in pain as one by one, his harem begins to disappear. They pop, at a rapid and random order, like glorified bubbles, before finally the brunette beside him, who bares a suspicious resemblance to one Miss Grey, gives him a tragic sort of wave before disappearing from his side. "God /damn/ it! Whatchyu gotta do that for, bird!"

—-

The Kory bird tilts her head at Tiago in a manner that is equal parts quizzical, amused, and sympathetic. "They'll be back," she says consolingly. By way of proving it, a mermaid leaps from the water in the distance, looking like one of the harerm girls. See? They've just gone for a swim. "Besides," Awk, "You were the one who brought up Superman."

—-

Tiago pouts. There is no other way to put it, the grown man juts his lower lip out and crosses his arms in an exceedingly petulant manner. "Y'better be righ' an'…hold up. Jus' a second. Why're you talkin' ta me? I'm…birds don't talk. I'm dreamin', right? Dreamin'…" He pauses, furrowing his brows and teasing a wrinkle into being on his forehead thoughtfully. "Are you my conscience?"

—-

The bird grooms her feathers in a manner indicating she is unconcerned with his petulance, then looks back down at him with one sparkly, beady eye. "Yes," she answers, "you're dreaming." Awk. "And no, I am a bird, not a cricket, right?" Feathers ruffle and then smooth back down. "But even a dream bird wants to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Are you?"

—-

"Well…it was worth a shot, yeah? I heard o' that. People's consciences an' shit talkin' to them an'…" Beat. "Yeah, you can't be. My conscience would never cock-block me like that. Not in dreams, at least." After reasoning with himself, Tiago offers a low sigh. After a moment, however, he ends up quirking a brow again. "You…are you God, maybe? Jesus? Gabriel the angel? Mary?" And, cue a pregnant pause. "…Mommy? Uh, what d'you mean I'm takin' care of myself? I /was/ takin' care of myself, but then y'came and interrupted me an' all…"

—-

Clacking of the toucan beak is probably the closest thing the bird can manage to laughter. "Your dream," she reminds him. "And taking care of your urges is not the only way to take care of yourself. What have you been doing? Staying out of trouble?" Now the bird stares. Fixedly.

—-

Tiago gives up on trying to guess the identity of the strange bird, finally deciding that, really, he doesn't care. All he wants is for it to fly away so he can have his funtime. And if that means answering some questions first - so be it. "Wouldn't you know, if you were me? I…I don't remember exactly, but shit aint good in the other world. The real world. I…I remember pain an' shit. Something…bad. Real bad. But it's all hazy ta me…"

—-

Blink. Preen. Blink blink. Stare. "This is a dream. Maybe you need to talk to yourself to make sense to yourself," the bird sugggests. "Oh, pain, that doesn't sound much like you are taking care of yourself. Real bad how?" She could jog his memory but she's taking this passive in case he's being monitored. She hasn't determined yet if he's just a pretty thug, or a pretty, gifted thug.

—-

Tiago closes his eyes, looking rather troubled as he attempts to recall the conditions of the Other Side. "Talk t'myself…There's…there's pain. An' its cold, I know that, an' I'm hungry…'cause I guess I aint got no food. Why don't I got no food… I don't remember. I can't remember none of it." Suddenly, he grows uncomfortable, sitting up and sliding off of the side of his bed. "I don't /want/ ta remember - that's bullshit. Can ya go away now, so the girls can come back? So I can go back ta havin' fun with…with…what's her name…with Le-…"

—-

And just like that. He remembers. He jumps up to his feet, his eyes wide open and his face becoming deformed, his left eye growing puffy and bruised, and his lip splitting. His toga, as well, is shifting into what looks to be orange jumpsuits of the prisoner variety. "Lena! Lena! Oh my fucking god, they fuckin' got her! Us!"

The beach is sliding away beneath his feet as this dream transforms into his own, personal nightmare.

—-

"Who has her, Chi?" Kory asks, feathers bleeding away all bright color and leaving her a Toucan-looking thing in shades of grey. "You and Lena are in trouble? Tell me everything. Stuff you remember. You're dreaming now, so you might recall clearer." The bird is swallowed up by shadows except for the beady eyes.

—-

Tiago is twitching uncomfortably as walls begin to enclose the pair of them, moving at a glacial pace, but closing in. Without a doubt, the walls are going to crush his bones. Needless to say, the poor man is in a heightened state of panic, and he's glancing around with wide, glassy eyes, unable to see or focus on Kory. "Everything we…we were goin' ta run - ta go ta Canada. But it was a trap - Canada is a trap!" He doesn't have the presence of mine to see how erroneous that statement is. "They jumped us - took us away in vans. Not - not too far, I was awake, we're still in the City, I think. In a place, a place with cells an'…it's the government, man! The FBI, they were there an' took us in. I dunno what happened ta Lena afterwards. I - no, I saw her on the TV. She's okay - she's /alive/ - but we're…oh god, we're not gettin' out." Beat. "They want me ta tell 'em about Gene and Team Awesome…I don't want to. I don't. But they're goin' ta kill her, they're goin' ta kill her, an' I can't let that happen. Ima have ta say somethin'…"

—-

Canada is a trap. Intense words, with sincere emotion behind them, as is the case in dreams. Erroneous or not, there's a significance to his emotions. The shadows melt away as the walls begin to close in. In place of the staring bird is now a stone statue of a woman with her arms held out at the sides, palms set to catch and stop the walls.

Gene. A familiar name. From Peter's list. "I know Gene. But not Team Awesome. And if you stay silent, you are likelier to keep Lena safe. Do you need me to get a message to Gene?" The statue looks like one of those crying angels you see in graveyards, but the expression on the face is earnest. Maybe Tiago will begin to glimmer a notion that he's not talking to some fragment of his own psyche.

—-

"Y'can do that?" Tiago breaths out, slight relief written on his features, as well as awe. She's saving him - a statue is saving him. If he didn't know it was a dream, then he'd think that he was going crazy. Slowly, ignoring the shackles that have appeared at his ankles, chaining him together, he moves towards the stone figure, his jaw clenched tightly. "Y'can talk ta other people? Tell Gene - yeah - tell Gene. We've been kidnapped. By the government, in a big buildin' in New York, government issue. Tell him…uh. Uh - Lansing. Dr. Lansing, a real pretty bitch. She's the one in charge of us, the one that got us kidnapped. Tell…can you talk to Lena, too? Can you talk to Lena for me?"

—-

"Yes," Kory says, stony grinding as her eyes blink solemnly at Tiago. "Gene I can probably reach. I…I've never met your Lena, so I may not be able to reach her. But I will try." She's reached a lot of strangers in the past year. "Concentrate on her for me. Show me her face. So I know who I'm looking for." The walls rumble and grind, but so far the statue stands strong against them, and they hold where they are.

—-

Tiago can't hide the express pain the declaration that Kory might not be able to reach Lena brings, though he doesn't allow himself to wallow in negativity. Instead, he closes his eyes, bringing his hands up to his face in order to prompt himself to concentrate a tad bit more. "I…shit. Okay. She's…she's pale, real white. Whith dark brown hair an, blue eyes…" As he narrates, the milky image of a faint human face appears behind him, coming sharply into focus as he continues to concentrate. Before long, he manages to give her a workable image of Lena, though slightly glamorized, thanks to the way his subconscious views her, making her look considerably more polished and almost airbrushed in comparison to her actual appearance. The Dream Lena is flawless.

—-

Kory turns her eyes toward Tiago as he concentrates. She fixes the face in memory, and quietly says, simply, "I have her face. I will try to contact her. See what I can do to make sure she's all right. And let you know." She turns her head slowly one way, then the other, and the walls that were slowly encroaching groan to a stop. She takes her hands down, but they do not move. "I am to tell Gene that you've been kidnapped. By Dr. Lansing. And that you're in a government building in New York." She speaks evenly, calmly, soothingly, counterpoint to the pained, anxious rambling coming from Tiago. "And I am to find Lena if I can, and tell her you're all right, and that help is on the way, yes?"

—-

Tiago glances around weakly, before finally running his hand through his hair uncomfortably. "Okay…okay…" With a low sigh, he narrows his eyes and turns back to the figure. "Who /are/ you? What are you? Are you…one of 'em? Someone that can get in my head?" Pausing to consider how he feels about having another person in his mind, he quickly seeks to distract himself. "Yeah. Tell Gene ta hurry an' save us 'cause…'cause he said he would. And Lena…Tell her not ta say nothin'. Ta that bitch. An'…an' tell her I love her, an' that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made all this shit happen, I'm sorry I fucked up everythin'…I'm such a fuck up."

—-

"A fuck up wouldn't be trying so hard to make sure she got help," Kory says consolingly, choosing to shore up Tiago's confidence before answering him on the other questions. "I'm a friend," she assures him. "I'm the Muse." She nods, though, placing a stony hand on Tiago's shoulder. Her touch feels warm as normal flesh though. "You didn't make it happen. It has been happening for a while. If not to you, to someone else." She gives him a faint smile. "Rest now, and regain your strength." The statue smiles and goes still. The walls crack like candy glass and fall away, taking the shadows with them. Tiago's dreamscape reasserts, soft sand, sunset scenario, and bevy of beauties all gliding back into place. Only a brightly colored feather rests beside Tiago's head on his pillow to let him know the dream had taken a strange turn.

—-

"The Muse…" Tiago echoes faintly, his brows furrowing slightly before he nods his head. And then, in a blink of an eye - it's all back to normal. He's in his toga, fluttering slightly in the wind, and there they are. His harem. And though his heart remains restless, soon enough he has a broad, goofy grin on his face. He's nearly forgotten the encounter. "Ladies, ladies, relax! There's plenty o' me ta go 'round…I'm like Superman!"

And it has come, full circle.

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