The Beach, Wednesday Evening After Sunset

[firstofitskind]

Liam was not brooding. Sure, he hadn't slept particularly well last night, but it wasn't as if that was a particularly unusual occurrence in the Kincaid-Price household. Just because this particular rocky outcropping was the spot he tended to gravitate towards whenever he had something on his mind, that didn't mean anything. He was just enjoying an evening cup of tea outside in the salt air. And occasionally throwing a rock into the ocean to see how far it'd go. You know, normal not-brooding stuff.

[ooc: expecting some memory-sharing frens!]

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[thatwaslucky]

"I know," Rey said, and repeated. "What was that?"

[firstofitskind]

That got his attention.

“What do you mean, you know?” Liam asked, frowning at her. Had he been... how did Verity put it? ‘Leaking’? Except that only happened when someone touched him. But she had those Force abilities...

[thatwaslucky]

"I was there," she told him. "Right now. I was there for all of it."

She had no idea how.

[firstofitskind]

"I'm sorry," Liam said, looking down at his hands, pressing the thumb of one hand into the palm of the other. Vaguely, he registered the presence of a paper tea cup out of the corner of one eye. He must have dropped it when-

"Sorry," he repeated, tone still distant and confused. "I didn't mean to- that doesn't usually happen." Had happened, once before, but Verity had been touching him at the time. Rey hadn't done so at all.

[thatwaslucky]

"That wasn't your fault," Rey said, frowning. She knew that. She also didn't think it was her fault but she couldn't be sure.

And, because of how the whole rest of her day had gone, she asked, "Bad dreams last night?"

[firstofitskind]

"How do you know it's not my fault?" Liam asked, still giving the shaqarava on his hands an almost accusatory look. At her question, he shrugged. "Sure. What's that got to do with anything?"

He had bad dreams a lot of nights.

[thatwaslucky]

"Something's happening and I don't know what," Rey said, shaking her head. "I don't think this is something either of us did."

She didn't know if she wasn't making it worse, however.

[firstofitskind]

"What makes you say that?" Liam asked. "We've both got a history of doing things we didn't know we could do," he pointed out.

[thatwaslucky]

"Because that's at least four people who've had bad dreams at once." She suspected give, and she wished she'd asked Silver about that comment directly now. "Something's up."

[firstofitskind]

"That does sound a bit more suspicious," Liam had to admit.

[thatwaslucky]

"And I thought there was something in my room after them," she said.

[firstofitskind]

"An intruder?" Liam asked, now going into full-on investigative mode. He remembered now, just as the memory had started replaying itself in his mind, a vague sense of another presence. Maybe Rey was on to something here.

[thatwaslucky]

"Uh. It looked like a horse."

She knew, okay?

"But when I went after it, I couldn't hit it. When I looked for it, there was nothing there."

[firstofitskind]

"A horse," Liam echoed, and if he were a bit more inclined towards puns as a source of humor he might have made the 'Night Mare' connection then and there.

"Some sort of... psychic projection, maybe?" Liam wondered.

[thatwaslucky]

"No idea." That was complicated for her for a couple reasons. "I know it felt like something was actually there."

[firstofitskind]

"But how did it go from making us have nightmares to making us relive things while we're awake? What's the point?" Liam mused. He knew Rey didn't actually have the answer, at this point he was just bouncing ideas off her.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey shrugged. "Besides the island hating us?"

[firstofitskind]

"This doesn't feel random," Liam argued. "Not like the times we wake up as children or another gender or- whatever. There's something deliberate about what's going on." Someone, or something, was benefiting from their distress. He could feel it.

... Not in the way someone in tune with the Force might feel something. Really, it was nothing more than a hunch. But a hunch he was going to follow.