Fox Mulder

[Mulder is hanging out somewhere in the forest, standing near a tree that's riddled with bullet holes. He's kind of... stroking the tree with an apologetic look on his face.]

Nothing like having a mix of blatant lies and delicate truths thrown all over the place for the whole world to see... like the rest of the effects weren't enough. Though I give them credit for the one about me being Elvis in a past life. If only.

Anyway, on to the reason I've opened the journal. Has anyone ever managed to reconnect with one of the spirits after losing touch with or outright offending one of them? I'm sure it varies on a case by case basis, but I wonder if it's much harder than the initial contact.

[Why, no, he absolutely did not have any tree-shooting-and-kicking-and-branch-breaking incidents when they were spreading rumors during the experiment. Nope. Not a thing like that at all, not him. Er... uh. Yeeeeeah, ok so he did have a bit of an angry outburst. At a tree. He couldn't help it, at the time they were spreading highly uncomfortable information. What's a guy to do but attempt an interrogation? He can't help it that he gets... overboard, sometimes, when his temper gets the better of him.]

[Speaking of uncomfortable, Mulder is spending an awfully lot of time hanging out near Scully's door. He has things he needs to say but doesn't know where to start.]

[Mulder seldom drinks. Unless there's a weird cosmic alignment or the aftermath of a disaster of some kind. Right now... would be one of those rare exceptions, while he's hanging around his place sulking. He's got his vodka. He's got his frozen orange juice concentrate. He is all set.]

[A lot has happened all in a row- the draft, the experiment, the attack on the village... Mulder has been immersing himself in work to keep focused on something, but that can only help for so long. Especially with how that attack ended. A little visit to his fake!brother to try and take his mind off things with some geeking around has also ended badly... and that's been the last straw. Losing a sibling. Even a fake one... It unearths a lot of Issues.]

I don't know how many people know him. Knew him. Know. He seemed to keep to himself for the most part. My br... My... He wasn't- really- my brother, but he's gone now. Jonathan Levinson. They sent him home.

...If they really send people home when they disappear for good... [He adds with some annoyance:] Yeah, ok, I get it, I get why you had to pick on my paranoia, guys! I know you're all out there listening to this, collecting data or whatever it is you sorry sons of bitches think you're accomplishing. Thanks. Really. I can't wait to see what you do next.

Maybe we should start taking bets now on what they'll throw at us. Or have a drinking game. Take a sip for every time someone disappears unexpectedly, one huge swig every time you wake up with extra body parts, finish the damn thing when your perception of reality is distorted beyond recognition...

[Filtered/Robert + Don]

Hey, how are you holding up, Robert?

Thought I'd find out the same of you too, Don, see if things are ok, or as much as they can be under the circumstances. I've got something for you, but... it can probably wait for a better time. [He's not getting into detail on the journals.]