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entranceway2013-06-10 11:25 pm
throughthedark) wrote in entranceway2013-06-10 11:25 pm
001 - [Action]
[Beach]
[The soft sloshing of the waves up and down the shoreline is really quite soothing. Therefore, it takes Giles a while before he drifts back into consciousness.
Eventually, however, he realizes that where he fell asleep was a long, long way from the ocean. His mind starts processing information a lot more quickly, after that. He holds out a brief hope that someone in the house just picked up an irritating habit for meditative CDs, until finally he properly processes the fact that he's not in any bed, chair, or table, and he happens to be outside.
At which point, anyone around the boats on the docks might witness a young boy come tumbling out of the boats with a startled gasp. Giles scrambles back to his feet, looking around, eyes wide and body tensed to run at the first sign of threat, or as soon as he has the faintest idea of where to run to.
Eventually, however, especially after a little bit to look around, or talk to some people, Giles settles down fractionally. More than anything he looks...resigned, and a little sad.]
...I suppose it's a good thing I told Angel not to contact her.
[Gardens]
[His exploration of this strange new land is now augmented with a broken tree branch, in case something somewhere decides to try and kill him. The place doesn't look dangerous, but Giles knows all too well that looks can be deceiving.
Fortunately, being a child suddenly has some advantages. One of which is that he's a lot better at climbing than he used to be. Giles uses the apparent peace to not only poke around, but finally get some practice in his new body. He might be spotted climbing on top of hedges to get a look around, or up into trees to take a break and gather his thoughts. Always with the tree branch in hand, though, and he occupies himself stripping off stray twigs or strips of bark. Really, it's almost fun, hopping the gaps between maze walls or pacing the lip of the fountain.
The fruit in the trees or growing in the greenhouse receives some thoughtful consideration, but Giles tries to restrain himself. He's hungry, but eating fruit in strange trees and unknown places tends to do bad things to the mind.
He wants to go home, after all.]
[Hallways]
[By now, Giles probably has a pretty good idea of where he is and what's going on. Even if he doesn't, well...it makes sense to have a home base, of sorts, when trying to come up with any sort of plan. If nothing else, he's not sure he wants to be outside at night.
So Giles can be found pacing the hallways where the bedrooms lie. He's trying to get a sense of which are occupied and which aren't, whether it be peering under the door, listening for signs of life, or occasionally knocking if he's really not sure. He might get side tracked along the way, especially if the door to the local business or the room holding the horse are left open.
Eventually, however, he'll take a room for himself a couple of floors up, and maybe try out the closet. If nothing else, he needs something to take notes with.]
[The soft sloshing of the waves up and down the shoreline is really quite soothing. Therefore, it takes Giles a while before he drifts back into consciousness.
Eventually, however, he realizes that where he fell asleep was a long, long way from the ocean. His mind starts processing information a lot more quickly, after that. He holds out a brief hope that someone in the house just picked up an irritating habit for meditative CDs, until finally he properly processes the fact that he's not in any bed, chair, or table, and he happens to be outside.
At which point, anyone around the boats on the docks might witness a young boy come tumbling out of the boats with a startled gasp. Giles scrambles back to his feet, looking around, eyes wide and body tensed to run at the first sign of threat, or as soon as he has the faintest idea of where to run to.
Eventually, however, especially after a little bit to look around, or talk to some people, Giles settles down fractionally. More than anything he looks...resigned, and a little sad.]
...I suppose it's a good thing I told Angel not to contact her.
[Gardens]
[His exploration of this strange new land is now augmented with a broken tree branch, in case something somewhere decides to try and kill him. The place doesn't look dangerous, but Giles knows all too well that looks can be deceiving.
Fortunately, being a child suddenly has some advantages. One of which is that he's a lot better at climbing than he used to be. Giles uses the apparent peace to not only poke around, but finally get some practice in his new body. He might be spotted climbing on top of hedges to get a look around, or up into trees to take a break and gather his thoughts. Always with the tree branch in hand, though, and he occupies himself stripping off stray twigs or strips of bark. Really, it's almost fun, hopping the gaps between maze walls or pacing the lip of the fountain.
The fruit in the trees or growing in the greenhouse receives some thoughtful consideration, but Giles tries to restrain himself. He's hungry, but eating fruit in strange trees and unknown places tends to do bad things to the mind.
He wants to go home, after all.]
[Hallways]
[By now, Giles probably has a pretty good idea of where he is and what's going on. Even if he doesn't, well...it makes sense to have a home base, of sorts, when trying to come up with any sort of plan. If nothing else, he's not sure he wants to be outside at night.
So Giles can be found pacing the hallways where the bedrooms lie. He's trying to get a sense of which are occupied and which aren't, whether it be peering under the door, listening for signs of life, or occasionally knocking if he's really not sure. He might get side tracked along the way, especially if the door to the local business or the room holding the horse are left open.
Eventually, however, he'll take a room for himself a couple of floors up, and maybe try out the closet. If nothing else, he needs something to take notes with.]
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...new arrival, I suppose. Hello.
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Huh. Guess it's that time again. That being when new people pop out of the woodwork.
::Ed looks at the tree and jumps up to snag an apple, repeating it a moment later.::
Want one? And any particular reason you're hauling around a branch?
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[And, because the bit about it being "that time again" did not go unnoticed, he adds in a cautious tone of voice:] If this is a, um, regular occurrence for you, then I hope you understand my suspicions.
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If I hadn't been distracted by a couple of people, I probably would have had about the same reaction. I've been here for... I think a couple of months?
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[And it takes a lot to register as "bad news" to Giles. If he weren't still trying to process being brought back from the dead, he knows he would probably be freaking out.]
And, um, similarly bad timing. I was in the middle of helping avert the apocalypse.
[Of course, he's not sure how much help he would have been anyway but damn it, he had the chance to help, and to have it taken away ticks him off to no end.]
Tell me, were you here willingly for the last couple of months?
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If there's a way to get out on our own, no one's figured it out. Although since my brother is here, it's not as bad as it could be.
::A look of annoyance crosses his face.::
Aside from the no aging thing I've found out about by someone that's been here for a couple years.
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Right. That's one potential culprit, at least.
They absolutely would.
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Wanna fill me in?
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My, um...great-aunts. Impossibly powerful witches, even in a world without magic. Thanks in large part to the vast number of ill advised deals they've made with various demons. Obsessed with youth and physical beauty. We, um, recently had a discussion about the possibility of my aging. [The words "skin care regimen" had been involved. Giles shudders just to think about it.]
I never considered that they might have a pocket dimension laying around, but this is probably how they'd decorate it.
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That's a new theory. Most people seem to blame the Queen of Hearts, who's on the other side of the mirrors.
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[Giles sighs, long and tired, before staring up at the tree and reaching up to knock one of the fruit with his branch. It falls, he catches it, and takes a bite.]
But, um, fair enough. I'll bite. Who do you know the Queen of Hearts to be?
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No one from this side have seen her. Only the mirror versions of us, so far as we know.
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...oh, of course.]
Then we'll move on to my next question, which is what exactly is entailed by "mirror versions of us"?
By us, are you including me?
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I did meet one that seemed nice enough though, so they aren't all jackasses.
::Ed's gonna be eating more of his apple now.::
And yeah, it includes you. He's probably over on the Mirror Side watching people through the mirrors or something.
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[The one thing Giles wants less than to meet his mirror image is for other people to meet his mirror image. He, at least, has a good idea that his is probably a jackass.]
How am I supposed to avoid them, then? Or, ah, I suppose my concern is, how are they supposed to avoid me? Or the...other me?
And of course, *now* I find a typo. Oh well.
They usually stay over on the other side of the mirrors. Covering the mirrors in a room you're in keeps them from seeing what you're doing, smashing the mirror keeps them from seeing or hearing anything. The mirrors do repair themselves eventually though.
Oh, well! I didn't notice
How do we get...well, anything here? I haven't had much time to look around, but just from my attempts at a vantage point, we seem rather isolated.
Curse spellcheck only pointing out misspelling, not wrong words.
::And Ed starts working his way through his second apple.::
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Provided most ingredients are, um, as I recognize them, I think I might be able to manage that.
[He likes cooking. It's a talent he doesn't often get to indulge in. And if he knows what's going into his food, so much the better.]
All the same, this sounds like a remarkably generous arrangement, on the part of the Queen of Hearts.
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Her Mirrors certainly don't have a problem with that.
::He makes a face. He's not going to be forgetting his trip to the other side any time soon.::
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Interesting. [And potentially exploitable. But Giles just files that information away for another day, particularly when he has some way to write it down.]
I don't think I introduced myself, by the way. My name is Giles.
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::And the second apple core goes the way of the first.::
Try not to break anything if you go poking at that to figure out why, would you?
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[Then he knocks another apple off the tree. They really do taste quite good, and he means to do a bit more wandering around the grounds before venturing into the castle.]
I do hope I see you around, Ed. You've been very helpful. Thank you. [He gives the other boy a small bow.]
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::This is said wryly. If he has to be stuck here, he'd like to not be screwed.::
You're welcome. I tend to spend most of my time in the library, apparently. Got a lot of stuff to catch up on, since it has science books from after the 1920s.
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[That is suddenly the biggest plus of the entire affair. Even if books older than the 1920s isn't necessarily a recommendation, the book Giles really wants to get his hands on is older.]
Then I suspect we'll be seeing rather a lot of each other. I have a good deal to catch up on as well. [If only because he was right in the middle of research when he was pulled over.]
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