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entrancelogs2017-08-01 11:07 pm
beardman) wrote in entrancelogs2017-08-01 11:07 pm
[OPEN] I used to know a fisherman who loved to hunt the sea for sharks
Who: Caleb Brewster and you!
Where: Fourth floor hallway
When: 8/1, early evening
Rating: PG-13 seems safe. Swearing, probably, but not more than that.
Summary: Caleb arrives in Wonderland, confused as can be.
The Story:
[What strange days had come to pass - And the one they'd hanged seemed a more honorable man, even at the gallows all dressed in his red coat, than the one who got away. That's fate for you, Caleb had thought to himself. He'd strangle that bastard with his bare hands if he ever got the chance, but he knew he'd have to wait in an awfully long line to do it.
What a mess.
He'd expected it would take him a long time to fall asleep once he finally did reach his cot, but he'd underestimated just how weary his body was. That sort of exhaustion was no match for whatever worries and thoughts he had, even after such an eventful few days, and he was out almost as soon as his eyes closed.
When he opens his eyes, Caleb is surprised to find himself standing in a hallway full of mirrors. It's not the first time he's had a strange dream (though they tend to come after a good night of drinking), but something about this place feels different. It feels real... His head is clear, the floor underneath his boots is solid, and with the exception of their numbers, the mirrors seem perfectly normal - if a bit fancier than he normally sees. He takes a few steps forward and nothing changes, and he can't seem to shake the feeling that this isn't a dream at all.
But if that's the case, then how the hell did he get here? And where is here? He debates with himself for a long moment before deciding that he's never been afraid to take the bull by the horns, and he calls out -]
Hello? If anyone's here, you'd better speak up now!
Where: Fourth floor hallway
When: 8/1, early evening
Rating: PG-13 seems safe. Swearing, probably, but not more than that.
Summary: Caleb arrives in Wonderland, confused as can be.
The Story:
[What strange days had come to pass - And the one they'd hanged seemed a more honorable man, even at the gallows all dressed in his red coat, than the one who got away. That's fate for you, Caleb had thought to himself. He'd strangle that bastard with his bare hands if he ever got the chance, but he knew he'd have to wait in an awfully long line to do it.
What a mess.
He'd expected it would take him a long time to fall asleep once he finally did reach his cot, but he'd underestimated just how weary his body was. That sort of exhaustion was no match for whatever worries and thoughts he had, even after such an eventful few days, and he was out almost as soon as his eyes closed.
When he opens his eyes, Caleb is surprised to find himself standing in a hallway full of mirrors. It's not the first time he's had a strange dream (though they tend to come after a good night of drinking), but something about this place feels different. It feels real... His head is clear, the floor underneath his boots is solid, and with the exception of their numbers, the mirrors seem perfectly normal - if a bit fancier than he normally sees. He takes a few steps forward and nothing changes, and he can't seem to shake the feeling that this isn't a dream at all.
But if that's the case, then how the hell did he get here? And where is here? He debates with himself for a long moment before deciding that he's never been afraid to take the bull by the horns, and he calls out -]
Hello? If anyone's here, you'd better speak up now!
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Ben. That was over a year ago. Are you feelin' all right?
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I'm fine, Caleb, and it was not over a year ago--it was immediately before I found myself by the lake on the grounds outside! [He gestures at the stairwell indicating, well, outdoors.]
Tell me the last thing you remember. And who did we hang? [For a hanging to be mentioned as "the hanging"--to be mentioned at all, really--it might've been someone important, or at least a noteworthy occasion.]
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It was over a year ago, Ben. The last thing I remember was goin' to sleep in the tent back at camp. And it was Andre, Ben, you know that. You escorted him for Christ's sake!
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--Major Andre? John Andre? Hanged? [Ben runs a hand over his hair, suddenly regretting not having read the true end of the Revolution when he'd had the chance.
Something does occur to him, something he'd read in the various pamphlets provided for newcomers to Wonderland.]
--That's it. Time, Caleb. It's the summer of 1777 for me, but for you it's--what, '78? [He doesn't even give Caleb a chance to answer.] Look, I've-- I've been in this place, wherever this is, for close to two months, and there's people here from different time periods, different centuries, it's-- it's... impossible, but...
[HE SHRUGS. There aren't proper words for it really.]
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most of the timeand there's not really any logical explanation for how they ended up here, is there, so why not something crazy?Still...]
So you're saying you haven't lived through any of that yet... [Which means he doesn't know -
Son of a bitch.]
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I know it sounds insane, but I've learned so much about the world's future. You won't believe this either, but I have good news about the outcome of the war. [He says it with a smile that brightens his features.] I haven't researched the details, so I don't... actually know how we get there, but.... [His hands are back on his friends shoulders again and he grins like he just got kissed by a pretty girl from New Haven.]
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...You're kidding me. They know that here? [Of course nobody goes into a war thinking they're going to lose, but it's been a long, hard road. What if everything had been for naught?
Thank God, he thinks. He suddenly feels so much lighter, and he puts his hands on Ben's shoulders as well before pulling him into a hug as the realization really begins to hit him . He starts laughing. He hasn't seen Ben so happy in years, and he hasn't felt so happy in years.]
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Ben grasps Caleb in a tight embrace and when he hears him laugh, his mouth splits into a grin and he laughs too. Knowing they won their freedom, that everything hadn't been for nothing, really wasn't the same as knowing it with a friend who'd endured the same hardships. Ben laughs, and feels light as air when he pulls away, still with his hands on his friend's shoulders.]
I've read a little about our country's future, but I haven't read everything about the war. The thought of knowing the future is... unnerving, so as I said, I don't know all the details. I promise you though, this future is real. There are Americans, here--I met a woman from New York!
So--[He drops his hands but claps Caleb on the back.] Are you going to tell me how we got Andre or not?
[Today has been the best day of his stay here, so far. THERE IS NOTHING AT ALL THAT COULD RUIN THIS.
Nothing.
At all.
Nope.]
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Oh.
Oh.
He tries to keep his expression steady, but he's not entirely successful.]
...Why don't we go sit somewhere? It's a bit of a long story, really, not the sort of thing you want to take in just standin' around in a hallway.
[It's not actually that long, but he doesn't want Ben to get this news in a (more or less) public place.]
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I have a room, actually, on this floor. [He gives Caleb one more pat on the back and practically saunters his way to Room 18, where he opens the door for Caleb with an exaggerated flourish and a grin.
The door opens onto an impossible but handsome little entryway off which several doors lead, but Ben brings him to what appears to be the main door that leads into a sitting room that seems to double as Ben's study.]
Have a seat, I'll fetch the whiskey.