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logsinthenight2019-10-06 04:15 pm
moderatelymaladjusted) wrote in logsinthenight2019-10-06 04:15 pm
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Cabin fever [closed]
characters: Eliot Waugh and Quentin Coldwater
location: Their cabin, Grand Portal #5
date/time: Somewhere between the 5th and 9th of October, before the Event
content: Quentin found books.
warnings: Meh, nothing? Cursing, A LOT. More will be added if necessary
[Last time, the trip to the library and the Librarian had netted Quentin the sum total of fuck all in terms of finding either a way out of this, or some handy way to fix it all. There was no books with the secrets to this place written in the margins. There were no book with gold lettering blazing on the front cover - Quests Beware! Nothing.
There had been a great deal about the advancement of civilization and sure, that had been a little interesting, considering he didn't really have anything else to read. And it had been several large, thick books. Large enough to hide in when everything else was too much, or not enough or when the darkness of this place had felt particularly oppressive.
But still nothing had really prepared him for the next pile of books. The ones he was currently just staring at, as they lay all innocent-like and still on the table in front of him.
The Magicians by Lev Grossman.
He'd read the first one already, comparing what he knows happened to what is in the book - it's different and yet completely the same as his fucking life. And he sounded like a complete asshole through most of it. Quentin stares at the books some more, not really wanting to pick up the second one and completely unable not to at the same time.]
location: Their cabin, Grand Portal #5
date/time: Somewhere between the 5th and 9th of October, before the Event
content: Quentin found books.
warnings: Meh, nothing? Cursing, A LOT. More will be added if necessary
[Last time, the trip to the library and the Librarian had netted Quentin the sum total of fuck all in terms of finding either a way out of this, or some handy way to fix it all. There was no books with the secrets to this place written in the margins. There were no book with gold lettering blazing on the front cover - Quests Beware! Nothing.
There had been a great deal about the advancement of civilization and sure, that had been a little interesting, considering he didn't really have anything else to read. And it had been several large, thick books. Large enough to hide in when everything else was too much, or not enough or when the darkness of this place had felt particularly oppressive.
But still nothing had really prepared him for the next pile of books. The ones he was currently just staring at, as they lay all innocent-like and still on the table in front of him.
The Magicians by Lev Grossman.
He'd read the first one already, comparing what he knows happened to what is in the book - it's different and yet completely the same as his fucking life. And he sounded like a complete asshole through most of it. Quentin stares at the books some more, not really wanting to pick up the second one and completely unable not to at the same time.]
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eliot had been in his room texting people ad hoc, as he often finds himself when bored out of his skull, and he'd even thought quentin might have been sleeping after his strained trip to the library (the guy is pretty battered after all), but instead when he heads down to start on lunch, there is quentin, sitting on the couch staring at his prizes like nobody's business and. kind of making a constipated face? it's pretty embarrassing, really, that quentin would make such a face without realizing it, but. well, anyway. ]
Coffee? [ seeing as there isn't any on the coffee table despite the fact quentin had been there for at least an hour. ]
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[He points to the books right in front of him and the only ones on the table at the moment. The Magicians. The covers really don't show anything unless you know what you're looking at. Someone, maybe Quentin, is standing in arched hallway and it looks a lot more like Hogwarts than Brakebills. And on the next one, a Clock tree. Probably supposed to be from the Clock Barrens even though those looked completely different than this. Same concept.]
It's, uh, it's about me? Like, you know how I told you that Julia and I were in the Fillory books? Meeting Jane? Well. So, these? These tell the story of my life. It's so fucking unreal. You're in there, too. And Julia. Alice. It's us, but. It's just-- it's not wrong but it's not right either?