User:Slapson/Yvonne Park (Character)

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"Come in, come in! I'm so flattered that you came all this way to write a biography on me! Here, you can use this picture for it! I took it about three weeks ago."



"It's good, yes? I like it. My husband  took it. Now look."



"This is another one I took with some friends  of  mine . We all went to school together, you know. I really like how the  photographer  captured this..."

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"...oh! My apologies, I was just admiring the picture. I'll be back in a moment and make us both some tea, and then we can discuss the biography..."

So, who is Yvonne Park ?

It's a tough question, with only one concrete answer.

Yvonne Park is (inconsistent).

Yvonne Park is (a clinical psychologist currently working in Berlin | central leader and founder of the Black Diamonds, a nonprofit charity and scientific research organisation stationed in Berlin.)

Yvonne Park is (a self propagating, conceptual "meme" | the first woman, punished by God for eternity after eating a fruit.)

Yvonne Park is (Mahatma Gandhi, acquiring Uranium-235 for stockpiles | currently bleeding out after an encounter with Theodore Roosevelt  in an attempt to explain the intricacies of why death is meaningful and should be considered before just breaking down and begging him to kill her.)

Yvonne Park is in a loving, devoted relationship with ( Friedrich Jung |  Vayla "Vayla" Vayla  |  Thomas Hausler  |  F.U.E.L.  |  Jack Alsandair  | Genghis Khan | Your Mother | The abstract concept of death, dying, decay, nonexistence, self-obliteration | Zeus, King of the Olympians | Nyarlathotep | Nyx)

"Are you okay? You zoned out for a second there. You didn't even drink your tea. It's cold..."

"Well, I suppose that's natural. It's a lot of information to take in for you, but it's just a very small fraction of all there is to know."

"No, you weren't hallucinating. I promise you, everything you saw just now was very real. It just happened in the other worlds.}}

"How long? It's been a few hours since you got here. I wrote down what I showed you in your notes while you were dozing off, so don't worry about that either."

"As a matter of fact, I'm going to be leaving this world soon, permanently. I'm showing you all of this because I want people to know what I actually am."

"No, I'm not ill or anything. My doctor says I'm doing well, in fact. I only mean to 'leave' in the most literal sense. I do it all the time."

"Here, let me show you..."

"Ah, ah! Don't panic now! It's okay, you're fine! Stop screaming so loud!"

"Ugh..."

"Quiet down a bit, please. I'm not going to let go until you understand that."

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"Are you fine, now?"

"...okay."

"Yes, that person does look like you, doesn't it?"

"And that looks like my house! But everything around it is pretty blurry. Details mishmashed together, colors waxing and waning while every short of what's close to you is background noise."

"It's all very familiar, isn't it? This is another world..."

"Specifically, it's the world of your own memory. I transported us here for a simple demonstration..."

"And a warm welcome to you both."

"And this would be the me that lives in here. Me? This is... well, we know their name ."

"Each world is completed by me, you see."

"Am I in all of your memories?"

"Well, yes, there are 'mes' in all of them."

"And then some . Even the those you've long since repressed or forgotten.

"Please don't stress over it too much, it's not something I can control."

"And you aren't the only victim of my invasion of privacy."

"Well, I wouldn't call it an 'invasion' when I've been here since the beginning, but I suppose that's the only good way of describing it."

"I exist in time, too. Which reminds me, we still haven't done the time travel bit. Have we?"

"I don't believe we have. Would you like to sit down for a while before you go?"

"I'd like to show our guest the past, first. Besides, this memory is going to black out in approximately four seconds."

"Then I'll see you in a little while."

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”Wonderful, you’re learning not to panic! I know that last jump was… sudden, so I decided to create a small transition. Give you time to take it in. Do pardon your sudden change of clothes, it’s all just to blend in to this era.”

”...hey, don’t look at me like that. Do you want people to stare at you? No? Then shush!”

”Now, do you know where we are? Uhm, look down there, past the crowd… Do you see that? That’s the Latin Bridge, and it looks like someone very famous in that car over there is about to cross it. His wife is with him, too! If this still doesn’t ring any bells, I could give you a hint or two in exchange for some… compensation.”

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”...I’m kidding, kidding! That wasn’t very appropriate of me… Besides, it’s not fair to make you guess when I’m the one dragging you here, is it? So, I’ll set the scene out for you.”

It’s the 28th of June. That car over there, with that man and his loving wife in it? It’s going to stop in five seconds because it made a wrong turn. Now, that wouldn’t be so bad if the man wasn’t a certain politician surrounded by a crowd of people, and the vehicle he’s riding in lacks a roof-”

”Oh-ah! Please excuse me, I should’ve warned you about the gunshots. Are you all right? Stay calm, this is all just history… Here, let’s move back a little from this mess.”

”Ahh, his poor wife… now, where was I? It was actually several conspirators who planned to murder that man. Armed with explosives and guns, they were ready to just send him to Hell. The most extraordinary thing, I think, is how all of them failed to do it except this last one- oh! There he goes. He’s being beaten by the guards. This isn’t very pretty to watch, now is it?”

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”I’ve frozen this bit of time so I don’t need to shout. It’s convenient, so you’ll expect more of that.”

”Anyway, all of them failed to kill that man, except the last one, and only because his driver took one. Wrong. Turn. I’m sure you can guess by now who these people are. The victims, the murderer... and everyone knows what happens next.”

”...”

”...but what if it didn’t?

”What if, in theory, the driver did not make that wrong turn? What if he didn’t need to stop just long enough to give the assassin the leeway he needed to commit murder?”

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”You see? It’s not here anymore. I’ve resumed time and...”

”Look, there he goes... Our lovely assassin seems lost, doesn’t he? The wrong turn and the convenient stop don’t exist here. Does he succeed in his crusade elsewhere despite that, or do the man and his wife live another day?”

”... and, most importantly, is what happens next diverted, or born under different, simultaneous circumstances? There are lots of questions you could ask, and many people in retrospect have come to different conclusions. Interpretations and retrospect and all manner of theory attempting to discern the past, and what could have happened differently...

“Which leads me to why we’re here. Let’s go back in time by a few minutes.”

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The driver…

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“A simple point of divergence. Two worlds.”

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(Makes a wrong turn and needs to stop and turn around, giving time for a nearby assassin to shoot both the politician and his wife. | Does not make a wrong turn; The couple remains alive.)

“You aren’t hallucinating, though it might be a little nauseous to watch. I’m simply overlapping the two worlds so you can see it. A bit of what I see.”

”You might note how our assassin is now in two places at once. As of now, he’s (shooting the couple | shifting through the crowd). A war (starts as a direct consequence of this event setting of a domino effect | is avoided completely), and later along these timelines, people speculate on what could have gone differently had the circumstances just been slightly altered…Musing on worlds they’re unable to truly see. It’s only natural; they couldn’t truly know since they never lived through those hypotheticals. They’re confined to themselves and their own singular time, only ever having one ‘Is’ that they can live through and share with all other things native to it. It’s history, while speculation on other worlds can only ever be defined as a ‘could’. A fantasy that, while often realistic, is still fantasy. It can never be an ‘Is’ ."

...which is why you could say I’m an ‘anomaly’ of sorts.”

”Every possibility? It’s not a ’Could’ to me. It’s an ‘Is’. It's always an ‘Is’.

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”So, what is the ‘Is’ ?”

”...my answer? I’m going to show you more of the ‘Is’, and tell you to come to your own conclusion. It's something you should understand before this is over...”