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entrancelogs2016-08-09 02:56 pm
brainleak) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-09 02:56 pm
soft enough to offer life
Who: River Tam and you
Where: Throughout the mansion and grounds
When: 8/9, remaining bits of the event
Rating: PG-13, to be safe?
Summary: River is back from the dead, only to find her powers are gone. She takes it remarkably well.
The Story:
She remembers.
River begged him not to let her remember and he complied. She didn't dream when she was gone, not like she usually does, no nightmares, but there was just a blissful nothing. It seems to continue when she opens her eyes, lying in her bed in the mansion like nothing happened. Nothing, nothing at all. She assumes it must be aftereffects, like she's still waking up, like the noise that constantly plagues her needs only a moment to boot back up and restart.
But it never comes. It's a blissful nothing.
She slowly rises to her feet, staring in confusion at the wall. Wish it was gone, use it to your advantage, make a mistake, wish it was gone, use it to your advantage, make a mistake, wish it was gone, use it to your advantage... Learn how to control it, now it's gone. The cycle ended so abruptly. Would she still know how to control it outside of the event? Does it matter now that her world is so quiet and empty?
She forgets to wait for Alistair, exits her door and creeps downstairs with her feet still bare, ever so slowly, looking at the world as if for the first time. She wanders with a blank stare and, to anyone who doesn't recognize her, she may look as if she's completely new. In a way, she is. She's never seen the mansion like this before.
She wanders into a tea room and eats little sandwiches. She walks into the pool fully clothed and floats there blankly for a couple hours. She exits, still dripping wet, into the garden and tries to catch fish by hand from the fountain, harmlessly releasing the few she does manage to get a grip on back into the water. She lies on her back in the beach sand and listens to the sound of the constant tide.
She thought remembering would be too painful to stand. But without that background noise, she feels so wholly new, like everything that happened had happened to someone else.
Will it end? The feeling probably will. Psychosis and trauma doesn't just go away. But right now, in this moment, she feels like she's been freed.
[Will match prose or brackets. Note that tags might be slow because I'm still recovering from hiatus.]
Where: Throughout the mansion and grounds
When: 8/9, remaining bits of the event
Rating: PG-13, to be safe?
Summary: River is back from the dead, only to find her powers are gone. She takes it remarkably well.
The Story:
She remembers.
River begged him not to let her remember and he complied. She didn't dream when she was gone, not like she usually does, no nightmares, but there was just a blissful nothing. It seems to continue when she opens her eyes, lying in her bed in the mansion like nothing happened. Nothing, nothing at all. She assumes it must be aftereffects, like she's still waking up, like the noise that constantly plagues her needs only a moment to boot back up and restart.
But it never comes. It's a blissful nothing.
She slowly rises to her feet, staring in confusion at the wall. Wish it was gone, use it to your advantage, make a mistake, wish it was gone, use it to your advantage, make a mistake, wish it was gone, use it to your advantage... Learn how to control it, now it's gone. The cycle ended so abruptly. Would she still know how to control it outside of the event? Does it matter now that her world is so quiet and empty?
She forgets to wait for Alistair, exits her door and creeps downstairs with her feet still bare, ever so slowly, looking at the world as if for the first time. She wanders with a blank stare and, to anyone who doesn't recognize her, she may look as if she's completely new. In a way, she is. She's never seen the mansion like this before.
She wanders into a tea room and eats little sandwiches. She walks into the pool fully clothed and floats there blankly for a couple hours. She exits, still dripping wet, into the garden and tries to catch fish by hand from the fountain, harmlessly releasing the few she does manage to get a grip on back into the water. She lies on her back in the beach sand and listens to the sound of the constant tide.
She thought remembering would be too painful to stand. But without that background noise, she feels so wholly new, like everything that happened had happened to someone else.
Will it end? The feeling probably will. Psychosis and trauma doesn't just go away. But right now, in this moment, she feels like she's been freed.
[Will match prose or brackets. Note that tags might be slow because I'm still recovering from hiatus.]
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She's been watching for a while. River is... strange, dripping wet and poking around a public fountain of all things. But she seems different today- a different sort of strange.
Max takes a few tentative steps closer, wondering if the other girl noticed the flash at all. "Hi, River."
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Max's voice doesn't say anything it doesn't say. But she's real, she's here, and she... took a picture, with an ancient-looking camera. Right, Max is a photographer. But River is in an exceptionally good mood, so after those few moments of silence trying to figure things out, she smiles.
"Hello. Quiet, today," she says conversationally. "Warm. Never felt the sun so nice before. Wonder what this planet looks like from orbit."
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She shows River the picture: water spraying up in the air, the glint in River's eyes as she focuses on a lazy fish, sunlight sparkling on the ripples. "You look nice."
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"I look nice?" she parrots in confusion. People don't really tell her that. When she was very young, she was told she was cute by adults. But as a teen, she's always been too young and too precocious for her peers. Her appearance was never brought up. Her talents, yes, but not her appearance. "You... made me look nice. In your photograph. You used your artistic powers."
Max is only a year older than her, isn't she? River stares at Max quietly. What is it like being an adult?
Max is an artist. Isn't River, too? But she hasn't danced, not in a long while. She's been so confused while she's been in Wonderland.
"Maybe today is a good day to dance again," she blurts suddenly, apropos of nothing.
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She takes a seat on the rim of the fountain, tucking her camera carefully into her messenger bag. Now that River's pointed out how pleasant the day is, Max is determined to enjoy it- a satisfied sigh escapes her. She looks at River curiously. "Chloe would say it's always a good day to dance," she muses with an encouraging smile at River. "What kind of dance did you used to do? You should definitely do it again if you enjoyed it."
And she should let Max take pictures- but they'll get to that in a bit.
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But that's not a problem now, is it? Her power is gone. She's safe now. Safe from foreign thought. Safe from the voices and the shadow images.
She starts to hum a song, hesitantly at first. It's an upbeat one with a fast tempo, one that's easy to dance to, if only it were actually being played. She grows braver with it as she makes her decision, and rises to her feet and starts to dance a clearly ballet-inspired contemporary dance. Her movements are graceful, clearly trained and with innate talent.
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And it's really quite beautiful.
At some point she realizes she's grinning, there in the sunlight, by the rippling and shining water, just sharing this moment with River. She gets in a couple of really good pictures too: River on her toes, River twirling, River with a spark in her eyes.