x - 0020 [Signs and Wonders]

[call_me_spooky]

We may choose to question, to doubt, the evidence of our senses; but we cannot easily deny them. We interact with the world through our bodies; and so when we find them changed, might not our perception of the world change? Or am I me in some fashion that defies the flesh entirely. I'm not touching the battle of the sexes nonsense with a ten-foot pole, because that kind of conversation never ends well for the males involved... But I'll admit it was interesting to look through different eyes. Seeing the same world from another angle. I don't know that I learned anything, except that I don't like being short, which I really could have guessed.

Still, food for thought. If it's in essence an accident that I am the man I see in the mirror every day, what does that say about the person I believe myself to be? If I'd been born in the body I found myself in the other day (admittedly not without its advantages,) would I be where I am, who I am? Or would my life have followed some other path, impossible to imagine or predict?

I don't think we're meant to learn anything from these curses-- certainly theories abound to explain them, though whether any do, who knows-- but that doesn't mean we can't.

Anyway. In other matters-- has anyone heard from Donna Noble recently? She's been uncharacteristically quiet for a couple of days...

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[call_me_spooky]

Research. Antigravity, remember?

C'mon, it's not that bad. The android and the Vulcan roommates help with keeping stuff neat. I do laundry and everything. Clean sheets, I swear.

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Right.

Mulder, Spock and Data are fictional characters.

[call_me_spooky]

There are dimensions in which I am, too.

I hear we had good ratings.

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

...are you saying we're fictional characters too?

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[call_me_spooky]

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Mulder, you're crazy! That's just not possible!

[call_me_spooky]

You say that a lot, you know, and I'm usually right.

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[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

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[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Mulder, I believe in God. I believe that He is all-powerful and all-knowing. But I don't believe that He is a screenwriter. That's ridiculous.

[call_me_spooky]

Sure, but don't blame me when you're walking down the street and someone comes up and knows everything about your life.

It's kind of creepy. But awesome.

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[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

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[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

So where's this apartment of yours? I'm getting kind of cold.

bwaha, his evil plan is working. >_>

[call_me_spooky]

Building five, apartment 42.

Mulder, you devious little beastie

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

And where would building five be?

shhh you know you love it, Scully.

[call_me_spooky]

The City's laid out like a big, psychotic clock. I've got a map and everything.

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Shhh you're not supposed to know that yet!

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

A map. I'm impressed.

o come on bby ♥ it wuz destiny

[call_me_spooky]

I'll be waiting.

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bby duznt bleeve in destinty

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[Mulder's apartment was surprisingly easy to find, all things considered. Scully knocked on his door, still feeling like she was in a fugue.]

Mulder?

but we've been together through so much! ::puppydogeyes::

[call_me_spooky]

[Okay, so maybe he was pacing, a little, because this was more than a little weird. It would have made sense if they'd both shown up together at the same time; he wondered what had taken her so long. Though he looked perfectly calm, face characteristically blank as he opened the door.]

Hey, G-woman.

[Okay, not entirely blank, because he can't help that grin.]

bb be teazin you <3

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[A feeling of relief washed over her when he opened the door. This entire situation was weird, insane, and impossible, but Mulder was here. Unlike her abduction, she wasn't left alone to face the madness. She returned that grin of his with one of her own.]

You gonna let me in, G-man?

[call_me_spooky]

[He stood aside, usering her in with an unnecessarily grandiose sweeping gesture.]

Mi casa...

[Though if she was going to stay, he'd have to check with the roommates. If. He wasn't sure whether she wanted to-- hell, he wasn't sure that he would be comfortable with that.]

So what took you so long?

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[Scully rolled her eyes at his typical theatrics and walked in.]

What took me so long? Mulder, you only gave me the map ten minutes ago. I think I made pretty good time.

[call_me_spooky]

[He smirked. He's missed this, loathe as he is to admit it.]

I mean getting here. To the City. I've been here for months now, you know.

[He's not used to playing host, but thankfully the apartment is in good shape-- at least, the couch isn't buried in stuff or anything like that.]

You want a drink or something?

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[Scully was admiring the neatness of the apartment -- obviously he didn't live alone, or it NEVER would look like this. She turned to give him a confused look.]

Water, please. I don't understand what you mean. We were at the office together right before I got here. I was looking through files for you.

[call_me_spooky]

Time gets weird around here. It took me a while to get used to going from April straight into October.

[Let's leave the year issue out of it for now. He heads off to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. He returns, water in hand, gestures to the couch. He doesn't sit himself.]