[open] Locked within a room of memory, locked up away with no light of day

[powerdealer]

Seth sits in his bed, back against the wall, facing the door.

This is not his current room. No trace of the sleek, clean style he favours. No decorations, no furniture at all except for the bed. The walls are brick and stone, the floor dirty cement, the air musty and heavy, with just a hint of smell from the sewers coming from the toilet in the corner. There's a constricting feeling of anxiety and dread, his attentions focused on the heavy, bolted door.

There used to be books and writing equipment at least, but they took that away before they returned him here. They even took away his nice blanket. It's funny the simple things you get attached to when there's nothing else.

Any moment now, he knows, one of the rebels will come through that door and discipline him. Tell him he'll do as they say, or else. He wonders what it is he did this time. There's been quite a few times over the more than three months they kept him here that he didn't want to do what they told him to.

He's had this dream before. He doesn't quite know it's a dream yet, but it'll soon come to him. And while it's not a nightmare that makes him wake with a start and a strangled scream, it's the sort that weighs heavily on him the entire following day, like a weight on his chest, making it hard to breathe, making any small room feel like a trap.

The door opens, and someone steps in, the door closing heavily behind them.

[This is a recurring dream for Seth, so he can have a different visitor on different nights. If you tag in, merely pick a date.]

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[powerdealer]

Right, speaking of that. Since their conversational topic seems to be drying out, might as well bring it up. "You're the clone," he observes. Which, yes, from what he's heard of the Doctor, means he is most likely trying to help. But it's hardly a guarantee.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew gives him a brief look of surprise that quickly morphs into one of distaste. "Not the word I'd use," he replies. "Blimey, he doesn't tell me about any of his friends, does he? Assuming you are a friend."

[powerdealer]

"Never met him, assuming you mean the Doctor. Friend of a friend, more like," he answers. "More familiar with Peter. - What word would you use, by the way?" Might as well find out the preferred term.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Andrew. I'd use the word Andrew." And isn't that a good sign, Seth knowing about them through Peter. "He didn't tell you we're bug-eyed aliens stealing his face or anything, did he? I haven't met him yet, but he sounds like a bit of an idiot."

Wait did Seth just say Peter was a friend? Whoops.

[powerdealer]

Seth smirks at that. "Actually, the friend in question was Gabriel. I only meant that out of the three of your faces, it's only Peter I've spoken to, and he hasn't told me anything about you two," he elaborates. To soothe his worries that Seth could be a xenophobic jerk. (And he wasn't overly impressed with Peter's intelligence - or perhaps more accurately, his lack of foresight or ability to think things through.)

[bluesuit_handy]

"Uncharitable of him," notes Andrew. He furrows his brow, though, at a somewhat familiar name. "Gabriel. I think I've met a Gabriel. In another dream, actually, if I'm thinking of the right person."

[powerdealer]

"Short bloke, American. A bit, hmm... impish," Seth describes. It's hard to capture the man (or angel) in a sentence. Seth is pretty sure he's only seen a few sides of him, and those have already been greatly varied.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Conjures chocolates in dreams?" asks Andrew with a smile. That's all he really remembers about it, though the 'short' and 'impish' ring true.

[powerdealer]

"That sounds like him. He does that in the waking world too," Seth agrees with amusement. "He, uhh.. Took me in when I first got out of the rebel base. Looks out for me," he explains. Something which he is still extremely grateful for. Even when he does truly ridiculous things like making him fight Godzilla and pretend to die for dramatic effect. Not always the easiest person to be friends with, but worth it.

[bluesuit_handy]

Perhaps Andrew is lucky Gabriel hasn't befriended him...though in all honesty he'd probably have enjoyed fighting Godzilla. He got a good run out of that encounter, at any rate, though he still doesn't know who was behind it.

"I see what you mean by powerful," says Andrew. "Assuming he conjures more than chocolates. Though that wouldn't be a bad rift power by itself, really."

[powerdealer]

Seth nods. He doesn't mention that Gabe has a whole multitude of powers beyond that and is practically immortal. Just because he doesn't exactly need Seth's protection, like Seth needs Gabe's, doesn't mean he goes around spilling all his secrets. Especially given Gabe has never seemed particularly fond of the Doctor when mentioning him, and that might extend to Andrew too.

"Who do you know who's with the rebels, then?" he asks, changing the subject back to that. "So I know who not to immediately write off for being affiliated with them."

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew hesitates, but then gives a little nod. Safe as anything in this world is ever going to be. "Daine Sarrasri, for one. She's got some friends in there as well and I doubt they know what's going on. Oh, and Aly."

Not nearly the kind of intel he just got from Seth, there.