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entranceway2016-08-11 04:51 pm
fulllifeconsequences) wrote in entranceway2016-08-11 04:51 pm
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[Chara's outside. They have their device on the ground, propped up against a rock, so their hands are free. They're crouched down in the mud, on the shore of a pond somewhere - there's a bush of purple flowers in the background, mostly obscuring the maze of massive tree-trunks. They're out having some kind of childish adventure, presumably. Two things sit by their feet: a thermos of something-or-other and a freshly-gathered bouquet of white flowers.
They're washing that favourite old switchblade off in the water. Must have cut the flowers, not picked them. They flick it dry, click the blade shut, and pocket it. Pick up the bouquet, hold it up so their face is all but hidden by the lovely white blooms.]
Pretty, are they not? Narcissus. A member of the daffodil family. They get their name because... well, I'm not entirely familiar with the myth, actually. I know Narcissus was some guy who loved himself. He loved himself so much, he died.
[A very abridged version, and they might be wrong, but they think they've got the base details down. They shrug, smile, start to neatly divide their bouquet: a pile of flowers on this side, and they pluck all the leaves off and set them down on the other side.]
It is a tangent, Wonderland, but I wonder. Could you get me up to speed on what we know about the mirror side? Can we cross to that side if we want to? Can the mirror folk cross the barrier as they please? If not, is there someone or something in charge of the decision? I'm curious.
[Their flowers sufficiently... de-leafed... they pick up the thermos. Ginger tea, sweetened with honey. Good for queasiness. Honey makes it taste better, soothes a sore throat. They think, fleetingly, of Asgore. Because they think of Asgore, they think of Toriel. Don't... quite know how to approach the topic of Asriel. Don't want to talk about it. Don't want to think about it. Don't want to bear acknowledging they live in a world without him again. But is anyone else... checking on them?
...Couldn't hurt. Maybe. To just... maybe not about him, can't utter his name. To just... say hi.
They cut the video feed. Reach for their phone, type some texts out.]
[Private text to Asgore]
I was going to attach a picture. I've started work on a sweater - pink again, if that is okay. It's back in our room, though, and I don't think I'll be back there for a couple days.
I suppose I just wanted to let you know you'll have something to look forward to. =)
[Private text to Toriel]
I know it is unkind to gossip, but perhaps you ought to know that Sans took poorly at the end of this last event. I am aware he is a friend of yours, so I feel you should be aware. Perhaps he would feel better if someone came to check on him? Company always makes a hard time easier.
Here is a joke that the both of you might like:
Why did the pie go to the dentist? Because it needed a filling.
They're washing that favourite old switchblade off in the water. Must have cut the flowers, not picked them. They flick it dry, click the blade shut, and pocket it. Pick up the bouquet, hold it up so their face is all but hidden by the lovely white blooms.]
Pretty, are they not? Narcissus. A member of the daffodil family. They get their name because... well, I'm not entirely familiar with the myth, actually. I know Narcissus was some guy who loved himself. He loved himself so much, he died.
[A very abridged version, and they might be wrong, but they think they've got the base details down. They shrug, smile, start to neatly divide their bouquet: a pile of flowers on this side, and they pluck all the leaves off and set them down on the other side.]
It is a tangent, Wonderland, but I wonder. Could you get me up to speed on what we know about the mirror side? Can we cross to that side if we want to? Can the mirror folk cross the barrier as they please? If not, is there someone or something in charge of the decision? I'm curious.
[Their flowers sufficiently... de-leafed... they pick up the thermos. Ginger tea, sweetened with honey. Good for queasiness. Honey makes it taste better, soothes a sore throat. They think, fleetingly, of Asgore. Because they think of Asgore, they think of Toriel. Don't... quite know how to approach the topic of Asriel. Don't want to talk about it. Don't want to think about it. Don't want to bear acknowledging they live in a world without him again. But is anyone else... checking on them?
...Couldn't hurt. Maybe. To just... maybe not about him, can't utter his name. To just... say hi.
They cut the video feed. Reach for their phone, type some texts out.]
[Private text to Asgore]
I was going to attach a picture. I've started work on a sweater - pink again, if that is okay. It's back in our room, though, and I don't think I'll be back there for a couple days.
I suppose I just wanted to let you know you'll have something to look forward to. =)
[Private text to Toriel]
I know it is unkind to gossip, but perhaps you ought to know that Sans took poorly at the end of this last event. I am aware he is a friend of yours, so I feel you should be aware. Perhaps he would feel better if someone came to check on him? Company always makes a hard time easier.
Here is a joke that the both of you might like:
Why did the pie go to the dentist? Because it needed a filling.
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[But why black and white? Seems sort of like it'd be extra effort to create a world that all adhered to a single palette. But maybe it's like... an old-timey 8-bit video game or something? Only using four colours saved on memory?]
Hey, what do you suppose happens if you pull a mirror off the wall and carry it outside? How far can you go and still have the mirror work? Does it like... project a bubble of colour or reality or something? Or could we dump all our mirrors in a hole in the ground on the beach somewhere and render them useless?
[Not relevant to their plans in the least. They're just... ha. They're just curious.]
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[Go figure. Of course if there was a way to get mirrors out of your hair, somebody would have figured it out by now.]
Everything, I suppose, but making their exits airtight. How'd you manage to get over to that side before? Some kind of glitch in the security system?
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