what_wings_dare | 🅧 Please explain to me the scientific nature of 'the whammy'

Normally, you wouldn't find a redhead at the tea bar-- you'd find two. It's rare for Dana to be here without Missy, but this afternoon, Melissa had found other trouble to get into, and so the younger Scully is drinking alone. (Drinking tea, that is.) She's idly reading through a mimeographed pamphlet on something called Reiki, but she glances up as the stranger's shadow falls over her.

She can't help glancing around reflexively, as though he might be talking to someone else, and immediately feels sheepish for doing so. She doesn't recognize the boy-- he might be her age, maybe older; he's tall, but who isn't tall from her perspective? But that doesn't mean much, as she doesn't know most of the kids in Craiger.

"Me? No-- ah, I'm not sure where Carinda went but I'm sure she'll be back soon..."

She offers a little smile, feeling a bit shy.

"Huh." He picks up a...actually, he doesn't know what this is, is it a string of Hare Krishna prayer beads or something? A bracelet or a necklace or something, rolling the beads through his fingers idly. "Do you come here often? Maybe you could help me."

He's technically on a timetable here, if only because he'd like to act on anything he learns now, rather than waiting until tomorrow or (don't even think it) some unmarked future point. Impatience, thy name is Fox. And so is loneliness, maybe - after driving here alone, he's not in the mood to keep his own counsel.

Especially here, in this new town, she's not exactly used to being treated as an expert. But, well, she does come here more often than she strictly wants to admit to-- blame Melissa for that-- and she likes Beyond Beyond. If this boy is looking for something, and it helps Carinda, shouldn't she help him?

"Maybe," she hedges. "What do you need?"

"Remote viewing." He'd done a little extra reading on New Age ideas before he came back, in hopes of sounding like he knew what he was talking about. Having to explain everything first and risk no, that's not possible in response sounded like hell to him. "Seeing something that's far away - or lost."

That's really specific, and not what she was expecting-- she'd thought maybe is there a bathroom or how much are those crystals or how do I sign up for yoga, which would be much easier things to answer.

"Haven't heard of it. But I can show you how the books are organized-- maybe we can find something?"

She gestures toward the back wall, where shelves stretch all the way up, covered in a mix of bright paperbacks and ornate hardbacks with thick, gold-embossed spines.

"Sure." He smiles easily, at this age, and too broadly; everything comes out on his face, whether he wants it to or not. It's a weakness he hasn't quite learned how to tame, though it doesn't seem likely to get him in trouble right now.

Every title here is fascinating, even the ones that sound kind of stupid or unlikely to live up to their promises. Develop Your Psychic Abilities And Get Them to Work for You in Your Daily Life. The Way of the Shaman: A Guide to Power and Healing. Out-of-the-Body Experiences - this one with an orange silhouette of a woman on the cover, just a hint of the outline of a breast included. He could imagine the image in Technicolor, but not with company. "Does anything look good to you?"

She runs her hand over the spines of the books, pleased inherently by the collection, a repository of strange knowledge. Dana isn't sure how much she believes in any of this-- really, being here at all gives her a rebellious thrill; she can't imagine her mother approves, though Maggie has let them more or less run feral to get the lay of the land.

She pulls out a paperback with the silhouette of pyramids on its cover. Something about past lives-- and then she realizes there's a naked woman gazing into the ancient distance, and quietly slides it back into place.

"Psychic abilities seem like a good place to start." She shoots a sidelong glance his way.

"Which school do you go to?"

A few of these books feature nudity, it turns out. He catches sight of the book she's looking at and the way she puts it back fast. Religious and also kind of a prude. The profile's coming together.

"How hard is it to develop those?" he asks, a little humor in the question. It doesn't seem likely; if psychic abilities exist, something he's willing to leave room for in his cosmology, they exist for other people. Not for members of the Mulder family. Interesting things happen to them, objectively speaking, but never good-interesting. Always life-changing-and-terrible-interesting.

Oh, he definitely spotted that. She wills herself not to flush, for whatever little good it will do. Focus on the important things, Dana: psychic abilities. Apparently.

"I have no idea," she says, trying not to sound prim and stuck up about it. Quickly she adds, softening a little--

"I mean-- I haven't read much about it, we mostly come for the yoga classes." Missy would know what to tell him, probably. "But Carinda knows everything about this kind of thing."

Her cheeks turn pink, but he doesn't say anything about it. He might not be much of a gentleman, but he can at least manage not to draw attention to the girl's embarrassment.

"Well, once she gets back, I'll be out of your hair." He ends up pulling out the book on developing psychic abilities, flipping directly to the index in search of useful keywords. "What's your name?"

The gentlemanly turn ought to clue her in that he's not a local. (That's unfair-- the issue isn't Craiger, it's the fact that she's a newcomer. The can smell it on her, the unfamiliarity.)

"I don't mind-- I just don't know how much I can really help," she admits. "I'm Dana."

"Fox," he answers, because the notion that he already goes by Mulder is, frankly, stupid and beneath acknowledgment. It occurs to him that it probably sounds like a fake name here, where people go by things like Carinda and Sunlight, but it's too late now. "Are you sure you aren't psychic? What am I thinking right now?"

He might be faintly gentlemanly, but he's still inclined to tease.

"I have no idea what you're thinking. Maybe that I'm going to ask if that's really your name."

That can't really be his name, can it? Maybe one he picked. She's pretty sure Sunlight wasn't always Sunlight, after all. Which is fine-- if he wants to be Fox, that's his business.

"It is," he answers, because he can't decide if that counts as psychic. A little sheepishly, he pulls out his wallet and flips it open so she can see his license. FOX WILLIAM MULDER, right there.

(Why does it matter if she knows he's telling the truth? Because the idea of falling into the same guy who calls himself Sunlight, on purpose, feels weird.)

That definitely doesn't count as being psychic. She does lean in to look at the ID, though, if only out of curiosity.

"You must get that all the time."

(Who calls their kid Fox, honestly?)

"Do you live here in Craiger...?"

He shakes his head, tucking his wallet back in his jeans. "Just visiting. You do, though - don't you?"

She comes here for yoga, often enough that it can be the 'mostly' reason for her presence. Craiger's a hike from civilization, as far as he's concerned; she has to be in the area.

Some part of her is dimly, practically aware that giving your life story to strangers isn't the wisest idea. But he's not much older than her and, well, Beyond Beyond already feels like such a safe space; and it's not like any of this is confidential. If he asked around the other kids they'd probably be happy to discuss Red and Redder and the rest of the Scully brood.

"We just moved here," she affirms. "From California. My dad's in the Navy so we move around a lot."

Score one for his mental profile - maybe. He didn't predict that she was new to the area, nor that she's Californian, nor that she's a military brat. Half credit at best, he decides, and makes an effort to listen for some hint of accent in her voice.

"Welcome to the East Coast," he says lightly, having abandoned his book in favor of another one promising to teach the basics of psychic activity. "Do you like it here?"

"I guess so," she says, tone light and optimistic, though the fact is that it's the most she can muster. "I mean-- it's fine, I just don't really know anyone yet and there's not that much to do."

Other than yoga, and the ju jitsu class she's trying to convince her mother would be good exercise.

"This place is nice though, at least."

"Plenty of open space," he agrees, because if there's one thing he misses in D.C., it's room to breathe. Even in the residential areas, you're still surrounded by brick and concrete. On some level, he'd never thought he'd regret putting the island in the rearview mirror - it's as much of a snoozeville as Craiger, more often than not - but after a year away, he's not sure he's built for big cities.

He falls quiet for a moment, looking down at the book in his hands. Compared with waiting, talking to someone is capturing his attention far more easily. "Where in California?"

"San Diego." She smiles, tinged with nostalgia that's just the right side of homesickness. Chances are she just hasn't been here long enough yet to really miss home-- who knows what the school year ahead will bring. For now she's trying to stay hopeful.

"How did you end up here, though? We're a long way from Massachusetts, there must be some place closer that has books about psychics."

It occurs to him then that he shouldn't have shown her the ID. Even if she doesn't recognize Chilmark, she has the state he's from, and she can look up the rest. He probably shouldn't have told her his real name at all - I'm Tony Blake.

(Why does it matter? It probably doesn't, really. She obviously doesn't recognize his name or face from the newspapers, and it's not like she has any connection to local child murderers; she won't pass his name off to the guy's brother to finish the job. But a momentary paranoia grips him, and he wonders just how bad an idea it was to come back to a place he nearly lost his life.)

He's quiet just a moment too long, and he knows it. A lie doesn't come to him half as quickly as the truth, so he doesn't bother with a cover story. "Last time I came here, I learned...way more than I expected. I thought they might be able to help me again."

Fortunately for him, Dana's blissfully unaware of local scandals-- it's not the kind of thing she'd think to seek out, and no one's mentioned it. (And when people start gossipping, Craiger will have its fill of its own tragedies. No reason to go outside their own town.)

"I think that's what they try to do here," she says, with a little smile that's somehow sympathetic, though she has no idea why the moment feels like it merits that. If anyone in this world is actually psychic it probably is Carinda; she's not surprised that he'd want to come back, if he ended up talking to her somehow.

"Do you--" You can't just ask someone if they think they're psychic, Dana.

"Did you have some kind of.... strange experience?"

Do you dream about the Devil, Fox Mulder?

Devil's not real, Dana. His dreams are worse than that.

"You could say that," he says, realizing in that moment that she really doesn't know. "You really don't know?"

Okay, it would be smarter to keep his mouth shut, but Fox Mulder would never. He only sees it a moment later and feels a vague sense of regret, from which he never actually learns. Nothing about that is likely to change this afternoon.

So instead of spending more than a moment regretting saying anything, he moves a step closer to her and drops his head towards her, voice quiet. "My friends and I used this place to track a serial killer."

Half of her wants to back up as he steps closer, but most of her is too curious to miss out on whatever he's alluding to. Her hand curls tight around a book she's barely looked at.

The way her eyebrows shoot up should make it obvious that she really, really doesn't.

"You're kidding," she says. If he's kidding, that's a terrible thing to joke about. But-- that can't possibly be true.

In Craiger? A killer here?

[ n a m e ; ]	Dana Katherine Scully
[ c a n o n ; ]	The X-Files
[ g a m e ; ]	spicy times in noctiumrp

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