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logsinthenight2019-07-07 06:01 pm
callada) wrote in logsinthenight2019-07-07 06:01 pm
Entry tags:
The tailback of timorous souls | OTA
characters: Rosinante, OTA
location: Church, elsewhere?
date/time: 7/7 evening
content: After the dubious honor of being the first to die, Rosi also is the first to be revived in the church.
warnings: n/a for now
There's a crash out on the rocks; a rattle of glass and metal, caught just wrong on sharp granite, and then cold darkness overtakes him.
And for a moment, he thinks perhaps he dreamed it, for there is the oddest sensation of waking from a deep slumber. For a moment he thinks he still feels icy cold. But there's no wind over the water, no sharp ache in his chest. The church is comfortable and lit. How did he get here? Why is he basically just lying at someone's feet? Who-
"Uh, sorry. Hello."
A few minutes later, if you weren't present for him being tossed out the trap door, he'll just be sitting on the floor with legs bent at the knees and lantern beside him. Death is never pleasant and he needs a moment, plus it sounds like there were people looking for him. They shouldn't have, but so it goes.
location: Church, elsewhere?
date/time: 7/7 evening
content: After the dubious honor of being the first to die, Rosi also is the first to be revived in the church.
warnings: n/a for now
There's a crash out on the rocks; a rattle of glass and metal, caught just wrong on sharp granite, and then cold darkness overtakes him.
And for a moment, he thinks perhaps he dreamed it, for there is the oddest sensation of waking from a deep slumber. For a moment he thinks he still feels icy cold. But there's no wind over the water, no sharp ache in his chest. The church is comfortable and lit. How did he get here? Why is he basically just lying at someone's feet? Who-
"Uh, sorry. Hello."
A few minutes later, if you weren't present for him being tossed out the trap door, he'll just be sitting on the floor with legs bent at the knees and lantern beside him. Death is never pleasant and he needs a moment, plus it sounds like there were people looking for him. They shouldn't have, but so it goes.
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Again. Seems to be a running theme with this place, doesn't it?
[He'd been perusing the network by this point, but he folds the tablet and sets it aside. Why is she so happy to see him? Why are any of them? He's known these people for a day or two.]
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[ She stares blankly for a moment before she gets what he means by again. ]
Oh! Yeah! Kinda!
[ Look, she overall likes people a lot. And considering the weird ass situation they're in, friendly faces are super welcome. Finding out one died wasn't a fun experience. ]
So uh. Did you actually fall on your lantern?
[ She asks, looking worried. ]
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[Yes, when he fell. But it's pretty sturdy-looking, and falling on top of it probably wouldn't hurt it any. Sharp angles on hard stone are a different story.
... Did people really assume he fell on his lantern? Huh. Well, he spent the last four years coming across intentionally as simple and clumsy, good in a fight but not for much else. If that trend is going to continue, at least he's used to it.]
All good now, though. I guess however I got back here, they fixed my lantern up too.
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The mention of a “they” fixing up her lantern gave her pause however. ]
Wait. Did you see someone carry you back or whatever?
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[Must be a "they" though in the plural sense, he has to assume. That hand hadn't looked nearly big enough to belong to a creature that could actually lift him unless it has some kind of super strength. Then again, that's not completely unheard-of, either.]
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Weird… how do you think it works? Like how the thing does it?
[ She asks, deathly still as she tried to puzzle out this new revelation. ]
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[Which is only sort of intended as sarcasm. It's not like he's tried, not like he knows if anyone else has either. The forest spirits who tend the bar respond to questions and requests, maybe the church creature does too - though it's a little less obvious how to get the message across to it.]
This whole place raises a lot of questions that I don't even know how to start answering.
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You… you think it’ll answer….
[ She looks at the trapdoor for a moment before remembering what she’s actually here for. ]
Are you feeling okay by the way?
[ She asks, because there’s no way coming back to life is just. That easy peasy. Right? ]
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Yeah, actually. A little confused about the whole thing, but I'm not hurt. Not sick or tired. I dunno, it just put me right back like nothing ever happened.
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[ As she speaks, she closes her eyes for a moment to just… feel. And yeah, he’s fine. To her knowledge anyways. She isn’t a doctor. But nothing seems different from the first time she met him… God this is so weird. And just making things awkward (exactly why she does her best to just… ignore some things.) ]
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[He keeps catching himself habitually drifting hands to his pockets, playing with the hem of his shirt. Gene gave him a cigarette earlier but now he wants another and it's hard not to think about them.]
When we got here, I asked Dr. Ingram if there were others here. He said there used to be, but one by one they all died. Maybe there's a limit.
Yeet
[ With that downer note, increased by the awkwardness she was feeling over the whole situation, she decides this is the prime moment to get out of there, before she makes a bigger fool of herself. ]
Well uh. I’m glad to see you’re doing alright and uh… gotta go!
[ With that, she makes her retreat, giving one last nervous wave goodbye before slipping out. There sure is a lot to think about and hopefully he forgets this whole interaction because holy shit did she mess it up! ]