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⌈ Secret Post #4430 ⌋

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I wrote David Miscavige/Tom Cruise RPS fic

Color me intrigued, anon.

It's long, but I can post it if you want

Please do.

The Chairman wears the room like a tailored suit jacket- ten thousand dollars, one of a kind, made for him, an Italian name hand-sewn into the tag.

Tom would know. Tom owns jackets like that, now. He knows how well they fit. How good they make you look. How they bring out the best of you, when you wear them. David Miscavige is doing exactly that, only with the room and everything and everyone in it.

Tom can practically see the lines of power- of influence- the ones that keep every one of his aides' eyes on the Chairman even if they're not looking at him. He can see it in the way that all the Chairman has to do is flick a glance over and it's as good as a summons and someone is scurrying to assist him at his desk. How they're all aware of every sound, of every movement of their leader- like a camera crew shooting the most important scene of their lives.

There's a star in the room, and it isn't-

"Mr. Cruise," he hears one of the aides announce, from off to one side.

The Chairman raises his head, blinks, and turns to him as Tom just stares- and there's a brief, blank, quizzical look in the man's eyes before they suddenly light up in recognition. "Tom!" he calls out, standing up and throwing his arms out in welcome, and it's like watching an overcast sky burst into sunshine. "Tom Cruise. Yes. Of course. Hello. Well met. Well met."

The Chairman walks over and extends a hand toward Tom, open and inviting. All that intensity from five minutes ago, it's focused on him now, all smiles and warmth. And for a split second, Tom's convinced this man loves him- truly, genuinely loves him as a spiritual brother with all the passion they share for Scientology, for justice, for changing and bettering the world. This is a good person-

And Tom realizes with a start that the Chairman's done something in five seconds that's never happened before, at least not with a stranger- he's rendered Tom Cruise speechless.

In all his years of Hollywood, he's never been hit with so much sheer charisma at once.

"I- uh. Uh. That. Hi," He manages to say, and his PA throws him an odd look, which Tom thinks he deserves at this point. He must look like an idiot. He's making himself look like an idiot, in front of the highest ranking man in Scientology, the organization that has helped him so much, has been his listening ear, his anchor, his rock. Fuck. Get it together! Put a smile on! Impress him! You're Tom Cruise!

"I mean, Mr. Mis- uh. Mr. Miscavige. It's an honor to meet you. Finally. Finally," he repeats, reaching out to give the Chairman a handshake, firm and dry and confident. Good! And he can feel his composure coming back with every word. "You know, I've always wanted to- I mean, they have your picture up on the walls? In places? And I always wondered, you know, what it'd be like to talk to you, there aren't any interviews I can watch of you, or anything like that, to kind of get a feel of what you'd be like, and I always wondered, and now I'm here, and you're like right there, and-"

He's off, and he doesn't know where to stop, he's never known where to stop, how to stop, never really known what to do once he's gotten going except ride it to the end, whenever he runs out of words or someone interrupts him with an awkward laugh, whichever comes first-

But the Chairman is smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling up in fond amusement. "You can call me David," is all he says, like he's letting Tom in on a secret.

...he's not annoyed?

"Yeah," Tom says immediately, then "Right. David. Haha. And I'm Tom. I mean, you knew that. That's great. Wow. It's great you knew that. I have so- so many things I want to ask you, you know? Like wow. I don't know where to start-"

"I've heard," David says, leaning his head conspiratorically closer, "that the best place to begin would be the beginning. Yes?"

Tom just looks at him, his face falling a little, confused. Has he missed something? Was there a protocol he forgot to follow? Shit, he hadn't thought to organize his thoughts on paper. Maybe he should have. He could have put them all on cards. Organized the cards. Brought the cards. Then he'd know where the beginning was and not be stuck here floundering like-

"Lewis Caroll," David prompts in concern after a moment. "It's a quote from Alice in Wonderland."

"Oh!" Tom says quickly, nodding vehemently. "Alice. Yeah. Alice. I love that movie. Like. Ha. Follow the white rabbit. And- oh. Off with their heads! Off with their heads! Right?"

And apparently Tom's said the right thing, because the Chairman's face crinkles into a smile again, even bigger and brighter than before.

"Exactly." David's hand finds Tom's elbow and he gestures out of the room and down the hall. "Speaking of which. We've all been preparing for your visit today. Allow me to show you around our little Wonderland, here. As for those questions of yours, you can ask me whatever you like on the way."

"Oh! Yeah. Sure!" Tom breaks into a huge grin and starts to duck out of the room, but stops, brow furrowing, as he remembers the meeting and glances over David's shoulder at all the people still standing in the room, looking after their Chairman with confused, anxious eyes. "But. Wait. Uh. You're not busy?"

But David only shakes his head. "No. Nothing important. Or rather-" And Tom can't help but start grinning again too when he's hit by that thousand-watt smile of David's. "Nothing more important than showing Tom Cruise around our fine facility. You don't think highly enough of yourself, Tom. You're an ambassador. A real shining light for us and the world. Besides, do you think I get to give Tom Cruises tours every day?"

"You could," Tom blurts, then clamps his mouth shut. Then gives an awkward laugh. "I mean. Like. This place looks great. Amazing. And everyone's been so nice and friendly. You know. I mean. Not every day. Of course not. That's crazy. But I could definitely- definitely come back a lot. Is what I'm saying-"

"I'd like that," is all David says. Simply. Placidly. Honestly.

And Tom realizes with a start that the Chairman's done something in five minutes that's never happened before, at least not with a stranger- he's rendered Tom Cruise speechless, twice.

"I- Yeah?" Tom manages to say, when he's finally gotten his face to unlock from the grin it's been frozen in. "I mean, yeah. That's good. That's great, actually. Great." He shifts, his hands going habitually for his pockets, when he realizes that David's still holding onto his elbow- has he been doing that this whole time? If Tom puts his hands in his pockets then he'll be forced to let go-

...never mind, then. It's fine. It's fine- and then he's being guided out the door with a series of gentle nudges and the hand at his elbow goes to rest on his back, and it's- kind of nice, not many people have the confidence to just reach out and touch him like that-

And the Chairman is talking as they go, about an east wing, a west wing. A courtyard, cafeterias, auditing rooms, dorms, state of the art technology, an organized machine marching toward progress- and the Chairman brims with a quiet pride in the facility that's contagious, so contagious that Tom feels it too, welling up in his chest- the greatness of the ideal they share, what it stands for, what it's built- the future. And they stop back at the lobby area that Tom had seen when he'd first arrived, as David gestures around the room at the exits.

"Any preference for where to start the tour?"

And that one, Tom has an answer ready for- one he already knows is right. "The beginning," he says, nodding with a renewed conviction. "And-" He turns to look at David with as much sincerity as he can muster, because he wants to do that, what David does, convey truth and simplicity and honesty because Tom means it: "I think- I think you'd know better than me, where that is."

The smile he gets this time is different from the others. Softer. Gentler. This one understands, and what an amazing feeling that is.

David puts a hand on his arm- briefly, fleetingly- then picks a direction and nods toward it.

"Follow me."

Tom does.

This is really, really well done. Exquisite. Wonderful!

You captured Tom Cruise's natural speech pattern perfectly. Nice job!

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welp here you go, young david miscavige/tom cruise rps

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