[It's keenly domestic, isn't it? Henry does not apply that word to the situation, though the sentiment still nestles in his chest, thinking about his future day-to-day life in this apartment. What would it be like, to really live with someone? To share a space, to settle into a routine?
(Routine is yet one more word he has always avoided, but it does not sound so terrible, now. Not with him.)
He straightens, closing the fridge door.]
I’d apologize for the extra effort, but you know you’ll enjoy it.
[ Alec makes a face, wrinkling his nose at Henry as if to say, yes, he will like it. But that doesn't mean he has to like that he likes it. (He will.)
In any case, there's more of the apartment to see. A door just off the living room, and yet another around the corner from the kitchen, before the short hall that presumably leads out of the apartment altogether. ]
But is just as soon eager to continue being nosy. He doesn't even ask which door leads to where, Henry just decides to head toward the one around the corner from the kitchen.
[Why is this shut-- (It's because it's his apartment, he can shut what doors he likes, Henry.) But Mr. Vecna is ever obsessed with secrets, and though a shut door is not a secret, it obscures something, and is therefore compelling.
[ The door opens easily, and beyond what looks to be a smaller, spare bedroom that is instead serving as half-home office and half-storage. There's a simple desk and PC against one wall, and the rest of the room is littered with junk. Piles of old boxes and the odd bit of furniture stacked up and shoved aside. It's nothing special.
Alec eases his way past Henry and into the room proper. He lifts a hand to cast — possibly unnecessary since they're inside his head, but this is the way it works in the real world, so this is the way it works here. When the spellwork vanishes, the room itself changes.
The illusion, the damn good and damn expensive illusion, melts away to reveal a room full of softly glowing banks of monitors and humming PCs that probably blow whatever technology Henry has seen around Reverie clean out the water. The tell-tale glow of Alec's magic runs along the walls, feeding itself into the machines. ]
[When Alec passes by him and lifts the illusion, any disappointment born from such a mundane sight immediately dissipates. Instead, Henry is presented with the glow of the man's magic, entwined with the suffusing light of so, so many monitors. Technology that is well beyond anything Henry's seen—even in a US government lab, at his point in time—that it is astoundingly baffling.
But in a satisfying way. So there were secrets hidden away in this room.
Drawn in, Henry steps closer to the entirety of the set-up. He can’t hope to make heads or tails of it. This is the man who accidentally switched teams from Tsuchigumo to Unicorn by tapping the wrong thing on his smartphone, after all.
His verbiage is painfully grandpa-esque:]
These are all of your computers? Connected to the internet?
Oh, absolutely. From hospital records, to banking, to dating. Everything's online now. Even if they think they've tucked it away in some little online corner no one knows about, I know how to find it.
[Now he just looks surprised. It's still nigh unbelievable.]
You'd think they'd know better. Still, unearthing everyone's dirty little secrets? [By trawling through what he's heard referred to as a "web", at that. How funny.] You'll make me obsolete.
[But more seriously:] Now I'm really interested in seeing you work, someday.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
striketwice) wrote2022-10-02 07:47 pm
no subject
(Routine is yet one more word he has always avoided, but it does not sound so terrible, now. Not with him.)
He straightens, closing the fridge door.]
I’d apologize for the extra effort, but you know you’ll enjoy it.
no subject
In any case, there's more of the apartment to see. A door just off the living room, and yet another around the corner from the kitchen, before the short hall that presumably leads out of the apartment altogether. ]
no subject
But is just as soon eager to continue being nosy. He doesn't even ask which door leads to where, Henry just decides to head toward the one around the corner from the kitchen.
WHAT'S OVER HERE]
no subject
You going in there?
no subject
[Why is this shut-- (It's because it's his apartment, he can shut what doors he likes, Henry.) But Mr. Vecna is ever obsessed with secrets, and though a shut door is not a secret, it obscures something, and is therefore compelling.
He tries the doorknob.]
no subject
[ The door opens easily, and beyond what looks to be a smaller, spare bedroom that is instead serving as half-home office and half-storage. There's a simple desk and PC against one wall, and the rest of the room is littered with junk. Piles of old boxes and the odd bit of furniture stacked up and shoved aside. It's nothing special.
Alec eases his way past Henry and into the room proper. He lifts a hand to cast — possibly unnecessary since they're inside his head, but this is the way it works in the real world, so this is the way it works here. When the spellwork vanishes, the room itself changes.
The illusion, the damn good and damn expensive illusion, melts away to reveal a room full of softly glowing banks of monitors and humming PCs that probably blow whatever technology Henry has seen around Reverie clean out the water. The tell-tale glow of Alec's magic runs along the walls, feeding itself into the machines. ]
no subject
But in a satisfying way. So there were secrets hidden away in this room.
Drawn in, Henry steps closer to the entirety of the set-up. He can’t hope to make heads or tails of it. This is the man who accidentally switched teams from Tsuchigumo to Unicorn by tapping the wrong thing on his smartphone, after all.
His verbiage is painfully grandpa-esque:]
These are all of your computers? Connected to the internet?
no subject
Yes, Henry. These are my computers, connected to the internet. This is where I work.
no subject
Can you really get most of your work done from one spot?
[Though, given the array of computers here... Probably.]
no subject
More or less. Sometimes I have to go shake people down the old fashioned way, but you'd be surprised how much information people put on the internet.
no subject
...Information actually worthy of blackmail?
[Henry sounds dubious. Can you blame him? The idea sounds ridiculous for someone from the pre-internet era. Who would be stupid enough to do that?]
no subject
no subject
You'd think they'd know better. Still, unearthing everyone's dirty little secrets? [By trawling through what he's heard referred to as a "web", at that. How funny.] You'll make me obsolete.
[But more seriously:] Now I'm really interested in seeing you work, someday.
no subject
[ Having a boyfriend who can get into people's heads is like an info broker's dream. ]
no subject
Going to send me hopping into a few of the more stubborn individuals’ minds?
[Oh, he would love that.]
no subject
[ It will always be Henry's choice, of course. That's the one thing Alec will never falter on. Henry always has a choice. ]
no subject
Yes. Of course. I’ve spent most of my life without possession of my powers; I’m not going to deny a reason to make up for lost time.
no subject
If that's what you want, then far be it from me to stop you.
no subject
Like I said. We’ll have fun.
[They will probably be very terrifying together.]
no subject
Can't wait.
[ He truly cannot, though getting out of the prison will be no easy task. It'll be well worth it.
He waves a hand, and the illusion settles back over the room, plunging it into mundanity once again. ]
You wanna take a walk? If I remember, I'm supposed to be showing you the city.
no subject
Sure. But would I be missing anything else unique in your apartment?
no subject
no subject
Good point. Then let's take a walk around the block. Or wherever else you want to show me.
no subject
because Henry will be making the bed]You wanna see the river?
no subject
he will fight you over wrinked sheets, sir]I do. [Why not?]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)