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asidarap2012-06-05 10:32 am
mirror_mod) wrote in asidarap2012-06-05 10:32 am
Day 1
The first sign is maybe different for all of you – the hard ground underneath you, the lack of a body next to you, or no blanket to pull over your shoulders when you reach for it. Either way, when you open your eyes you know for certain you aren’t in the castle.
It’s a little too quiet here, except for the sounds of people around you moving about. There is a strange, unreal quality about everything, as if were viewed through the grimy patina of an old piece of film or photograph and half-realized blurs of images and words seems to hang suspended in the air like solid smoke – there but not quite there.
The group seems to be at the edge of a dead forest, the trees dark and twisted and the ground swirling with mist. A path seems to lead into the depths, but the sky that way is cast with dark umber and hanging shadows that don’t seem terribly inviting.
Not far off, however, is a long stone bridge stretching over a chasm of nothingness and leading to what looks like a city. Far beyond the rooftops, there is the briefest glimmer of dazzling light, gone almost as soon as you see it.
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WAKING UP | THE CITY
It’s a little too quiet here, except for the sounds of people around you moving about. There is a strange, unreal quality about everything, as if were viewed through the grimy patina of an old piece of film or photograph and half-realized blurs of images and words seems to hang suspended in the air like solid smoke – there but not quite there.
The group seems to be at the edge of a dead forest, the trees dark and twisted and the ground swirling with mist. A path seems to lead into the depths, but the sky that way is cast with dark umber and hanging shadows that don’t seem terribly inviting.
Not far off, however, is a long stone bridge stretching over a chasm of nothingness and leading to what looks like a city. Far beyond the rooftops, there is the briefest glimmer of dazzling light, gone almost as soon as you see it.
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WAKING UP | THE CITY
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Is everyone alright? [She asks softly as she takes in the surroundings.]
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[Noah's dressed in only grey pajama pants and a gun. Well, a black handgun shoved into his wasteband. Seems right somehow. His current dress shows off his collection of scars.]
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I'm unharmed. You are right to be concerned. These abductions rarely end well for the people involved in them.
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[Not that he's surprised.]
's go find some of th' others. I'd like t'know how many of us are here.
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[Caterina nods.] But let's move on. I'd like to see if they are all themselves still.
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[He gestures off toward the castle.]
Best place t'start, I s'pose. It seems t'be where everyone's headin'.
[Noah's expression has turned stony, unlike the relaxed Irish man most have seen around the city.]
[And so, walking!]
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[rubbing his eyes and shaking his head a little]
...Does everything look strange to you, or is it just me?
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...Guess that explains what we're wearing.
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Falling asleep, I think.
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