❀ 03 ; drawn

[toyboat]

[At midnight, a little girl wakes up and yawns. For reasons she doesn't quite understand, she needs to draw. Right now.

She slips from her bed and pads softly to her crayons, opening the journal and beginning to make spiral after spiral, changing colors as she goes.]



[The spirals continue to fill the pages, end to end, and Jenny calmly hums in the background, even as her crayons bear down harder and harder, until they start to crumble against the paper and leave smudges behind.]

Comments

[dictated]

[fearbringer]

[... For some reason, this makes Pitch kind of uncomfortable.]

Stop that.

[toyboat]

[Jenny's humming just continues, and the spirals cover Pitch's transcribed words, the colors looping around and around until "Stop that" isn't visible at all.]

[fearbringer]

Stop.

[He sounds even more uncomfortable this time.]

[toyboat]

[Jenny pays little attention to the voice -- she keeps coloring anyway. She answers, though, her voice a bit dreamy and far off.]

But they're so pretty...

[fearbringer]

No they're not, they're...

[... Creepy. And he still isn't sure why he cares. Shouldn't he be glad that such a creepy thing is being broadcast all over the journals for everyone to see? But he isn't; he just wants it gone.]

[toyboat]

[A large, pink spiral loops over the page, followed by one in black.]

But just look at them. They draw you in, right into the center, like magic. It's so pretty.

[fearbringer]

[Pitch wishes up a pen and starts scribbling over those horrible, unsettling spirals.]

[teenagebadboy]

What's your problem? [Aaron snaps. However it lacks some of his usual sharpness. The spirals is making him uncomfortable but not angry. But lashing out is a part of his coping mechanism.]

[toyboat]

[She doesn't notice that he's snapping at her. Ordinarily, Jenny would be hurt and offended, but now, now she just keeps dragging her crayon around in circles, her voice sounding dazed.]

No problem.

[dictated]

[teenagebadboy]

There's obviously something wrong. No normal people draws stuff like that.

[toyboat]

They're beautiful, there's nothing wrong at all.

[dictated]

[teenagebadboy]

No they're not. They're disturbing.

[toyboat]

You just aren't looking at them properly. Look at them!

[More start coming through, the lines thick and heavy.]

dictated

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva stares at the spirals for a minute ... seemingly quite captivated by them.]

So pretty ...

[toyboat]

Aren't they? They're the prettiest things, all spirals are...

[hasmommyissues]

[He runs a hand over the spirals ... stroking them. They're like nothing he's ever seen before.]

The colours ... they are so vibrant. It is like they are speaking to me.

Did you do them all by yourself child?

[toyboat]

[Jenny sounds proud, but also enamored, like she's so busy with her love for the spirals that her pride is distant.]

Yes, all by myself. Don't you like how the colors seem to work together?

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva is slightly jealous of her ability to create such beauty but he's so enthralled by the spirals he's willing to overlook that.]

They ... speak to me. They show me how the most beautiful of creations can make this putrid life of ours worthwhile.

Can you do more?

[toyboat]

[More spirals start to fill the pages, in every color Jenny has in her arsenal. They overlap and encircle each other, until there's little white space left.]

[freeslider]

That's really nice. It reminds me of those...what were they called...? Oh...Spirographs!

[toyboat]

What is that, is it spirals?

[freeslider]

Yeah! Well, a thing you used to draw them. It was kind of like these gears that fit together and you fit a pen in one of them and turn it, and it made the neatest designs.

[toyboat]

Do you have one, can I have it?

[She sounds perhaps a bit frantic.]

[freeslider]

I don't, but I bet you could wish one up.

[toyboat]

I wish for a spirograph!

[It's not said to Wade. Jenny's only focused on having this thing she was told about.

That doesn't mean she knows how to use it. She rushes back to her journal after a moment, demanding an explanation.]

How does it work?!