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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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Not that she carried herself any different, of course. She walks a little brisker, until she's managed to catch up with Fred.]
Well, I didn't think you were a willing captive.
[If there's anything she and Fred have in common, they're survivors, people who will fight tooth and nail to get out of situations. Who don't like things being out of their control. She can understand the sentiment.]
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Have you managed to make contact with anybody back home?
[Her steps falter slightly as Fred hears her own words. Did she really just call it home?]
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[Fred sighs, then rolls her shoulders. Were they missing them yet? Or was time suspended somehow.
A glint of determination flickers in her gaze. If there was some puzzle to solve, something to figure out...]
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[This was the kind of thing Wolfram and Hart would like to do with people sometimes. Never Lilah, but she knows enough to know it's not good to be on the receiving end of it.]
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Do you know anybody else in our group?
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Not anyone I've seen so far, anyways.
Anyone you recognize?
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Tim's here. And I think I see Geoff over there... [She'll have to check in on him, and soon. They always seemed to be near one another when things went upside down] But that's all.
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There's a sense of nothingness that stretches...
Right up until Fred catches sight of a reflection in a window]
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What she finds there is a suprise. Her old room. The one she doesn't stay in anymore, not since she got her place in the town. ]
So much for completely cut off.
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..this stopped being funny when I woke up.