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entrancelogs2016-11-17 06:17 pm
atanycost) wrote in entrancelogs2016-11-17 06:17 pm
[Open] Here's Not Here
Who: Rick Grimes and YOU.
Where: Around the mansion.
When: 11/17.
Rating: PG-13, will update as needed.
Summary: Rick works on getting his bearings.
The Story:
The Kitchen
Rick had heard a lot of talk about magic things like closets that gave out whatever anyone wanted, and food being basically unlimited, but he was the type of guy who didn't believe things until he'd actually seen them. In his world, things like magic didn't exist, so he definitely needed firsthand proof.
So, after a few days of downtime during which he settled in and relied on the closets for what he needed, he ventured out to the kitchen to see for himself. Once there, though, he realized he didn't know where to start. For months, he'd just scavenged what food he could find, raiding abandoned houses, and if the circumstances allowed, trying to grow it himself.
Now, though, he was faced with a fully stocked kitchen, and it was all a little overwhelming. So he started with the refrigerator and worked his way around the room, opening all the cupboards one at a time, trying to come up with an idea to start with.
The Library
The library wasn't the first place on Rick's list, but as he was making his way down the halls, he saw it, and not having any other pressing needs at the moment, he decided to go in for a look.
What he really wanted to find was something talking about current events, not necessarily from where he'd come from, but from other places. If the theories he'd heard so far could believe, there were multiple universes, not just the one he knew. The whole world apparently hadn't gone to hell, just certain worlds had.
He didn't understand that at all, but he was trying to take it in stride. So he walked into the library with that thought in mind. It didn't appear to him that there were any newspapers there, so he thought he'd try for a history book instead. Now if only he could just locate the history section in what seemed to be easily the biggest library he'd seen in awhile.
The Pool
It had been a long time since Rick had done anything remotely close to swimming in a pool. In fact, he couldn't really identify a specific time when he had done something like that. But it was a sort of spur of the moment thing that led him to the room containing the pool, and going against what he thought was his better judgment, he'd donned a pair of swim trunks and was standing by the pool's edge as if trying to decide if he should go for it and jump in.
If Lori or Carl could see him now, they'd probably laugh their heads off at him, but seeing as how they weren't, he decided to take a risk (not much of one, but still, something not entirely in his comfort zone) and go for a swim.
Where: Around the mansion.
When: 11/17.
Rating: PG-13, will update as needed.
Summary: Rick works on getting his bearings.
The Story:
The Kitchen
Rick had heard a lot of talk about magic things like closets that gave out whatever anyone wanted, and food being basically unlimited, but he was the type of guy who didn't believe things until he'd actually seen them. In his world, things like magic didn't exist, so he definitely needed firsthand proof.
So, after a few days of downtime during which he settled in and relied on the closets for what he needed, he ventured out to the kitchen to see for himself. Once there, though, he realized he didn't know where to start. For months, he'd just scavenged what food he could find, raiding abandoned houses, and if the circumstances allowed, trying to grow it himself.
Now, though, he was faced with a fully stocked kitchen, and it was all a little overwhelming. So he started with the refrigerator and worked his way around the room, opening all the cupboards one at a time, trying to come up with an idea to start with.
The Library
The library wasn't the first place on Rick's list, but as he was making his way down the halls, he saw it, and not having any other pressing needs at the moment, he decided to go in for a look.
What he really wanted to find was something talking about current events, not necessarily from where he'd come from, but from other places. If the theories he'd heard so far could believe, there were multiple universes, not just the one he knew. The whole world apparently hadn't gone to hell, just certain worlds had.
He didn't understand that at all, but he was trying to take it in stride. So he walked into the library with that thought in mind. It didn't appear to him that there were any newspapers there, so he thought he'd try for a history book instead. Now if only he could just locate the history section in what seemed to be easily the biggest library he'd seen in awhile.
The Pool
It had been a long time since Rick had done anything remotely close to swimming in a pool. In fact, he couldn't really identify a specific time when he had done something like that. But it was a sort of spur of the moment thing that led him to the room containing the pool, and going against what he thought was his better judgment, he'd donned a pair of swim trunks and was standing by the pool's edge as if trying to decide if he should go for it and jump in.
If Lori or Carl could see him now, they'd probably laugh their heads off at him, but seeing as how they weren't, he decided to take a risk (not much of one, but still, something not entirely in his comfort zone) and go for a swim.
Library
It would seem Rick has stumbled on someone's hiding spot. A mrrr? sounded from behind the row of books, and then out from a gap popped a curious face. Who goes there?
No, the library did not, in fact, spontaneously generate house cats, in case Rick was at all wondering (at least not most days). This tabby cat belonged to someone, someone currently wandering another aisle, making the kinds of soft sounds one would use to get an animal's attention. Apparently it wasn't that hard to misplace your cat when you took it on an outing and it ran off on you in the middle of the library.
"Have I mentioned I'm only good at hide-and-seek if I'm the one hiding?" Another fun fact about Anders: he was known to mutter to himself.
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The resulting mrr sound caused Rick to take a step back, but he wasn't too surprised. At least it was only a cat and not a walker or something else less than friendly.
"What were you doing back there?" Talking to a cat seemed silly, but Rick still thought he was without an audience. Even then, he saw nothing really wrong with asking the question and not expecting an answer in return.
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Another plaintive meow, louder this time. Clearly not afraid of people, this one.
The meow did more than just communicate Ember's interest in the stranger, though. Ember's owner, hearing it from the next section down, took it as a sign he might have finally found his quarry and headed in that direction. "Aha!" said Anders, stepping into view.
Probably the only time a tall man in mage robes would look normal in a library to someone from Earth was during a Harry Potter book launch, but the pleased smile he put on was rather universal in its relief and amusement. "There you are, you little rascal." And to Rick, he said, "I see my cat's befriended you."
Or was harassing another poor soul for pets and attention. Same thing, really.
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"You got an owner somewhere?" He asked just as he heard someone's voice and someone's steps as they came out from somewhere in the library. "Well, guess you do." Rick looked at Anders curiously, noting the robes but deciding he'd seen weirder. He figured his own relatively plain-looking jeans and t-shirt looked odd to him, so at least that was something they had in common. "It's a nice cat, yeah. And apparently really good at balancing on things," he added, nodding at how the cat was perched right on the very edge of the shelf.
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And he might be onto something there, what with the way the tabby is still looking Rick over intently like a potential man-sized landing pad.
"This is Ember," the mage goes, smiling. "I thought I'd be wandering around this place forever figuring out where he got off to. Personally, I don't see the fascination with fitting myself into small spaces, but he seems to get a kick out of it."
He steps forward with outstretched, because he really ought to shake of the person who'd managed to rustle Ember up. Thank the Maker he won't have to spend another twenty minutes walking around making kissy sounds.
"And I'm Anders."