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Fun fact: The last sound I heard before arriving in this place was the sound of myself plowing a van into a building. Well, actually I'm not sure I'll ever know if it was a building or something else unless I manage to get outta here. For all I know it coulda been another van.

But that's not important. Point is it was an awful sound. Sort of what I'd guess going through a blender would sound like. Crunching metal, screeching wheels. The whole lot.

[If you don't know Whistler, he likely sounds laid-back, calm. If you did know him, you would be able to tell his voice is tight. He's agitated. And the normal raspiness of his voice is exacerbated by the croaky-ness caused by little sleep]

I'd have thought it would rank up there with one of the worst sounds I'll ever get to hear in my lifetime but these mirror things-- the ones that are causing everyone so much trouble-- have beaten that shit by miles. Left it in the dust. You might think I'd get to sit this one out, given the whole 'can't see' thing, but apparently not. Sounds are my images and so it'd appear that the gods got creative. Right now nothing, not my table, my mirrors, even the damn pots and pans...none of them will shut up.

[And he doesn't want to go in to what he's hearing]

So. For a distraction, let me ask you all question: What's the last sound YOU remember hearing before you got your free ticket to Caves-ville?

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Fascinating how the gods can tailor an experience to each individual.

May I ask why you were driving a van? Forgive me if I'm being rude, but it seems a strange activity for one who cannot see.

Well, I was the only one available at the time.

Sooo you gunna answer my question?

Interesting.

The last sound I heard was the ocean crashing upon a cliff-face.

Sounds romantic

In other circumstances, perhaps.

Is there a story that goes with that?

Isn't there always?

[He's teasing. His voice becomes slightly more somber when he continues.]

The sound of the ocean was getting rapidly louder, as I was getting rapidly closer.

Now that just got much less romantic.

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Are things done for love romantic by nature?

I don't think thats necessarily the case.

That's messed up. Can you muffle the sounds somehow? Pile the mirrors and other stuff up and throw a big blanket over them or something?

If I walk far enough away it gets a little better. But then I tend to run into something else that has something new it wants to tell me.

Yeah, I can't seem to get away from what it wants to show me either. At least it's not real. It can't be real.

[She sounds young, a kid most likely if he has to guess]

How do you figure that?

[Her voice is shaky]

Because it can't. Everything I've been through, it can't end like that.

Well, I dunno if this helps at all, but what I'm hearing, it, um... I can't believe it could happen either.

Yeah, it's some kind of really mean trick.

I hope-- Nah, you're right. You gotta be right.

... A bone saw

[ His voice sounds slightly distant as if lost in the memory for a moment. ]

[Whistler doesn't miss the odd disconnected tone and there is a hint of hesitation in his own as he answers]

A few months ago I'd have said that was strange and unexpected, but something about 'bone saw' and this cave seems to make a horrible kind of sense.

Is it ok for me to ask why or should I just leave it at that?

[ Will considers the comment, slightly amused by it... And then that question. ]

It was as much as a surprise for me to hear it then, as it probably was for you just now.

[ A pause before he answers properly. ]

Honestly? Someone was trying to cut my skull open with it... I don't know if I survived.

You did. I was...interrupted.

By who?

Italian police on Mason Verger's take.

Well....shit.

[Whistler doesn't know what else to say really. How does a person even respond to 'someone was slicing my head open' ]

Don't take this the wrong way, I don't mean to minimize what was happening, but I think its pretty safe to say you might have just won the 'worst sound to ever hear' competition

[ Will didn't expect him to know how to react. He didn't even know what he would have replied with, had the tables been turned. He laughed, however, a small silent chuckle. It was nice, the light heartedness in Whistler's comment. ]

Is there a prize? I mean, that might make it all worth while.

I'm afraid I've got no prizes to hand out unless you accept food as a prize.

[Harlan types out like half of a response before he realizes that, fuck, right, this asshole is blind. UGH. Fine. He'd usually just opt for video, but there's no point, and also he doesn't want to be seen right now anyway. Audio it is. He's already cranky about having to deviate from his norm, so sorry, Whistler.]

I don't remember the last sound I heard before landing here. My cat bitching at me, probably. Or city sounds. I'm from New York.

[And way to omit the best part of that diatribe, Whistler. Did you want Harlan to get up in your shit about it? He doesn't care, he's getting up in your shit about it.]

What're you hearing?

Big Apple Boy, huh? I come from the other side of the states myself, born and raised in the Bay.

[He sounds half-amused before the follow up question comes along]

I'd bet what I'm hearing doesn't really compare much to a lot of the stuff you guys are seeing.

[Welcome to his shit, he's going to dodge this as much as he can]

Why don't you tell me what you're seeing and we can compare notes.

[You just go ahead and try to dodge Harlan's persistent nosiness, Whistler!!]

Hm. Never been. San Francisco sounds alright, but I've never had much reason to leave the east coast.

[He shrugs, forgetting that there's like six reasons why Whistler can't actually see that happening. Enjoy your moment of dead air.]

I'm seeing the same bullshit everyone else is seeing: Some fucked up version of me getting up to some sick shit. [Is that what everyone else is seeing? It's not like he's asking.]

Your turn.

[Whistler sees what you did there. ~~Ba Dum Tish~~ ]

Fair enough. Never had much reason to go east

[He drops the comment off-handedly, buying himself time before having to address the fact that it is indeed 'his turn' ]

Depends on if you listen to the pots and pans, or to the mirrors, or to the table...some of them are prison, s'not the worst...others are gunshots and people dying. My friends.

[He swallows around a ball in his throat]

You gett the idea.

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Prison? [Now that's interesting.] You been to prison?

[Please tell him cool prison stories???]

Yeah, that's about par for the course, sounds like. Do you need help covering up reflective stuff at your place? [A beat.] Can you hear other people's mirrors?

No, well, at least not yet. I've cut it pretty close once or twice [or like 6 or 7 times but whatever]

[That second question gives him pause]

Honestly, I have no idea. I haven't tested that out yet.

[And he doesn't particularly want to, if he's going to be honest]

Damn. [Harlan's a little disappointed because he's an asshole. Go to prison so you can tell him cool prison stories, Whistler!!

...

Harlan isn't really into the thought of sharing his own mirror. That's been a whole time with Michael and Kyna already, but... Fuck, he's curious. And also unable to pick up on this particular bracket text.]

Do you want to?

That's really fucked. One could argue that sight is easier to avoid than sound.

[She's not immediately answering his question, though.]

'Pretty fucked' is a very good way to put it. Even my headphones can't keep much of it out.

That's... distressing. Are you alright?

(Probably not, but she can't help but ask automatically.)

Mine is considerably tamer: all I remember is the hum of the fish tank on my desk.

You mean from the van or from all the ruckus?

[He's trying to make it sound funny but its clear he's not finding the humor]

That actually sounds relaxing. What kind of filter system on the tank?

[That will determine how relaxing he actually thinks it is]

Both. Or, just in general, I suppose.

(That's cool: there's not a lot of humour to be found in such a situation.)

Just... um, a normal one? (There are types??) Its occupant likes to hum too, so it all becomes one big sound, really.

Well, I dunno how bad the crash was, could be nothing or I could be a pancake.

[He doesn't particularly like that thought, but for the moment he shrugs it off, the van is a pretty sturdy thing after all, he likes his odds.]

If I had a say, I think i'd rather take my chances with the crash than deal with these noises.

[A pause]

You have a humming fish?

When... uh, if you ever go back, will you go back to the moment you left d'you think?

(That would be unfortunate, if true.)

Yes. It sings, mostly– it's a voidfish. Do you know of them?

The sound of my laptop fan. A lot less exciting than things got once I woke up here.

Well isn't that an understatement?

Did you arrive here with the crabs?

Uh-huh. I punched one.

[It didn't do much.]

[That wins a soft breathy laugh]

And how did that go? Do giant metal crabs get black eyes?

Ha, no. I think I stunned it, though—or maybe just surprised it. Either way, it gave me some time to get away.

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