“The universe sings,” Grian said.
He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.
He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.
“Did you know?”
Mumbo can only stare.
“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.
Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.
“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.
Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.
Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.
“Can you hear it?”
Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.
He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.
He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.
He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.
It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?
When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.
Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.
“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.
Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.
“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.
Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.
But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?
Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.
He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.
At the doorframe, he peers back.
Grian lies there, breathing steadily.
Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.
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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code
HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......
Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it
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So Joyce and the Paledriver both seem to experience Shivers or, at least, something similar to it
[ID: A screenshot of Disco Elysium dialogue taken from FAYDE. It reads:
JOYCE MESSIER - "No. We asked East Motor Tract to raise the drawbridge. The road company is a partner of one of our subsidiaries. However..." She pauses, looking to the sea.
JOYCE MESSIER - "This is a limited-time opportunity. Once the complaint has been processed by the trade committee they'll have no choice but to lower the drawbridge -- and the operation will continue." She looks north.
JOYCE MESSIER - "Thousands of litres of raw ingredients will pour onto the streets of Revachol. Not the East, across the river, but the West. The vulnerable, the weary..."
SHIVERS - A cold breath rushes in from the bay, making its way down the alleyways and potholed streets -- from Martinaise to Jamrock. In the traffic you hear the clinking of glass vials, concealed beneath tarpaulin. Or is it just your teeth chattering in the cold?
YOU - (Shiver.) "Fucking misery."
End ID]
[ID: A screenshot of Disco Elysium dialogue taken from FAYDE. It reads:
JOYCE MESSIER - "No. I would say the apes were *neutral*." She looks at you, her gaze sharp.
YOU - "They're *good* apes, actually."
JOYCE MESSIER - "I don't know about that..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly.
End ID]
[ID: A screenshot of Disco Elysium dialogue taken from FAYDE. It reads:
PALEDRIVER - "Lomonossov's Land. Udachnaya Zemlya. The Western Plain..." She nods and closes her eyes again, letting her mind submerge...
SHIVERS - A terrible cold comes over her. Rattling her teeth, as she stares inward.
PALEDRIVER - "The Trans-Katla Magistral. U41-A. As Estradas do Mirador. All the good ones. The deep trenches. Where the bluebirds fly." She opens her eyes again and shudders.
End ID]
Joyce will compare her over-radiation to Harry's deal, and Harry can compare his deal to the Paledriver's over-radiation. Shivers seems to grow stronger the closer Harry is to the church (the check to find the coat, the check to find Ruby at the Feld building, Revachol speaking to Harry, etc). It seems pretty clear to me that Harry's weird psychic abilities and memory loss are symptoms of over-exposure to pale.
This makes it even more interesting that Harry has had similar blackouts before and had an interest in entroponetics. It sounds like he was probably exposed somehow even before he ended up in Martinaise, maybe even knew of another hole. It all raises so many questions!!
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