Donnie Darko

I gotta admit, I didn't really think I'd be coming back here. I think I got trapped in some kind of time loop, because I went back there just to come back here again and I.. I experienced the same thing over again there anyway. Who cares if I die again if I'm going to come back here to be redeemed? Again. [...] You can't just.. take a person away for a month and expect them to come back all eager to change. I didn't wan-- [...]

Okay. I'd rather be here than just.. gone. It's like chapter seven said.. "The Manipulated Living will do anything to save themselves from Oblivion." Grandma Death was right. I don't want to fall into Oblivion. I'd rather be here.

[Long pause.]

Are Paddy, John, and Warren still here?


[Fail!Private to Tommy, meaning public:]
Hey, Tommy.. Are you still my warden? I know it's been a month, but I didn't really have a choice to leave and I don't want to come back and start all over again unless you moved on and you want me to start over..

Look, it's not even funny anymore. This is common sense. Obviously we're assuming the ghosts exist because they're, you know, everywhere and everything.. but scientifically, you're not going to be able to hurt them.

Okay, let's say they're a form of light, right? First of all, that means that they have the ability to act as both waves and photons simultaneously which, for those of you that don't understand science, means that they're not going to travel in any normal pattern. Second, no material object can reach the speed of light, so you're never going to be able to hit them because otherwise the whole time = 1 / ((1 – (v² / c²))^(1/2)), where c = the speed of light in a vacuum and v = object velocity, just wouldn't work and the whole universe might collapse, so.. ccht.

If they're radio waves, then they have to be traveling at the speed of light in order for us to be able to theoretically see them and everyone knows that radio waves traveling at the speed of light actually shift back in time, so they would be able to know what you're doing before you do and avoid anything you could do to them.

There's also the option of dualism, I guess.. if you believe that kind of thing. If you're assuming it's a kind of echo of a living being who's passed, then you're talking about quantum field theory, where like.. what you have is just attributes or features of the body, like smaller particles made from the motion and speed of other particles. Something has just become another something in an extremely counter-intuitive way, so they couldn't be hurt because there's not really a particle to hurt.. just the property of a particle.

The only other option is if they're actually a tangible entity, but given that they can appear and disappear, not to mention changing forms.. ffff, heh.. then you have to be talking about the ghost existing in a parallel universe or different dimension or whatever and just visible through the intersecting of time and space where the ghost is made of exchange particles acting as a bridge between the entangled particles of the different universes, but.. that's completely theoretical.

I know you can't just lump everything into these categories, but it seems to make sense given that none of them can be affected in any way. So stop trying.

I know that what I'm experiencing would be called a "daylight hallucination," but I can't help but think there might be some truth to it, you know? Like maybe it's stuff the Admiral wants us to see.. That's, if I'm not the only one. Otherwise, maybe it's just me. Maybe the Admiral wants me to do something..

I haven't seen Frank for awhile, but I made a new friend. [A beat.] Imaginary.

[There's a short silence, then he starts laughing a little.]

Elizabeth would tell me to take my god damn pills, but she's a bitch, so you can't really listen to most of what she says. [Another pause, then more serious.] But there are other things that have to be taken into account here. You can't just take the entire spectrum of human perception and lump it into the categories of right and wrong. This isn't a fucking Lifeline Exercise. I mean, maybe what I'm seeing is actually there and it's trying to help me.

Fuck, I don't know. I just don't want to worry about getting caught.


[ooc; Donnie's effected by the paranoia and has gained a new imaginary friend. He also is a borderline schizophrenic who hasn't been taking his medication.]

[Donnie is very, very carefully typing out the following message and it takes about ten minutes to get it finished.]

28 days. 6 hours. 42 minutes. 12 seconds.

[There's a long pause, then he rolls over as if amused with himself, rolling into the camera which is enveloped by fluff, then cuts off.]

[VIDEO: Donnie is sitting at his desk, hunched over his computer a little bit and occasionally emphasizing his point with his hands. The technology is a bit beyond his time and he doesn't seem to realize it's a video function.]

What would Dr. Thurman say about this? Frank said the world would end, but it didn't. [His tone is almost whining for a second, then it switches to intellectual and excited.] It was just the end of that parallel.. of the tangent universe. I think this is a new one though. I don't think Grandma Death's book talked about this? [He seems to look around for a moment, then returns his attention to the computer.] I don't really know how closing one would create another..

[A pause, then he's complaining.] I don't want to live through October again.

I don't want this calendar. Someone take it. [A hint of desperation as he glances at the calendar on his wall, to his right; another pause, then back to a neutral tone.]

I hope wherever this is is better than the shithole I lived in before. [He laughs a little, not quite a genuine or sane laugh. Then his tone is falsely amused.] I don't really know how it couldn't be.