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entrancelogs2013-12-14 01:11 pm
halfwinchester) wrote in entrancelogs2013-12-14 01:11 pm
OPEN | here come the night
Who: Adam Milligan (halfwinchester) and whoever else might be admiring Ewaymas!
Where: Around the mansion.
When: Dec. 13, anytime from late night to mid-afternoon.
Rating: G for now!
Summary: What the hell's with all this Christmas stuff? At least one newcomer is out and about looking at the changes.
The Story:
[Very rarely does Adam sleep through the night--or at all, if he's being honest. When the light fades and the mansion gets quiet, it's the perfect time for thoughts of his time in the pit to creep back in, and almost every night begins and ends with him sitting wide-awake until he's too tired to mount a defense. Sometimes he likes to ward away his nightmares in the bathroom. It's smaller in there, and reminds him of the times he'd hidden there when he'd been sick with the flu as a young child.
That night, he's counting spots on the ceiling of his room when the snow starts to fall, and it's the first thing that grabs Adam's attention before the noise starts. Snow? Had that been in Wonderland's weather report? By the time his curiosity wins out over his apprehension, the noises outside his door have long since stopped.
He creeps into the hallway in bare feet to see what going's on. Christmas decorations? Is it Christmas?
The mansion looks beautifully done up in the late hours of the night, and for a while Adam looks around until the pull to return to his room grows too strong. He can be found downstairs inspecting the giant Christmas tree once daylight breaks, dressed for the weather in a heavy sweater. His breakfast is an apple, which he eats while poking at ornaments on the branches.
For once, he has something to do in the mansion that isn't simply "avoid angels." It's strange enough thinking it's already December. A lot of the time it feels like he just arrived, soul broken and all.]
halfwinchester) and whoever else might be admiring Ewaymas!Where: Around the mansion.
When: Dec. 13, anytime from late night to mid-afternoon.
Rating: G for now!
Summary: What the hell's with all this Christmas stuff? At least one newcomer is out and about looking at the changes.
The Story:
[Very rarely does Adam sleep through the night--or at all, if he's being honest. When the light fades and the mansion gets quiet, it's the perfect time for thoughts of his time in the pit to creep back in, and almost every night begins and ends with him sitting wide-awake until he's too tired to mount a defense. Sometimes he likes to ward away his nightmares in the bathroom. It's smaller in there, and reminds him of the times he'd hidden there when he'd been sick with the flu as a young child.
That night, he's counting spots on the ceiling of his room when the snow starts to fall, and it's the first thing that grabs Adam's attention before the noise starts. Snow? Had that been in Wonderland's weather report? By the time his curiosity wins out over his apprehension, the noises outside his door have long since stopped.
He creeps into the hallway in bare feet to see what going's on. Christmas decorations? Is it Christmas?
The mansion looks beautifully done up in the late hours of the night, and for a while Adam looks around until the pull to return to his room grows too strong. He can be found downstairs inspecting the giant Christmas tree once daylight breaks, dressed for the weather in a heavy sweater. His breakfast is an apple, which he eats while poking at ornaments on the branches.
For once, he has something to do in the mansion that isn't simply "avoid angels." It's strange enough thinking it's already December. A lot of the time it feels like he just arrived, soul broken and all.]
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[He forces his shoulders to relax. They're practically standing in the middle of a shopping mall dolled up for the holidays--all they're really missing is the crappy Christmas music blaring from wall speakers. It's on the ridiculous side to be talking about this.
And as far as jokes go... it's not untrue. Crazy's already all around them. Should that make him feel better or make him feel worse that he's adding to it?
He's silent, but he nods a little, an acknowledging gesture. It's not sappy until someone starts crying and they have to hug it out, but that's unlikely to happen with a stranger. He doesn't want to be that bad. Food, though... The man hits on a secret perk to having a physical body. Honestly? Binging on anything he wants when he has half a mind to do so has been one of the few good points to being Adam again.
It's not a bad plan, either.]
That doesn't sound half bad. [His smile, though small, is as close to genuine as it's been yet.] Why not, right?
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Hearing the other man taking in his suggestion though, Wash perks up in an almost obvious fashion. Which, okay, might look a little odd on a space marine of all people, a person most people might assume to be all tough and stoic, but he can't particularly help it. He's kind of a people pleaser. So if his shoulders relax and his head lifts in a manner similar to a child proud of itself, well...he's not going to think much of it, himself.]
Exactly. There's no reason not to! [All nods, his smile spreads wide.] Might as well take advantage to one of the actual perks to Wonderland. The fact that you can get whatever food you want and as much of it as you want instantly is kind of ridiculously cool.
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Yeah, it's a plus.
[The one thing he won't argue about is the free amenities. When he's in the mind to enjoy them, they're all right. Even the Christmas decorations seem innocent at first glance.]
Haven't heard anyone use the words "ridiculously cool" about the place, though.
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...Okay, he hasn't. Yet. But it would be rude to be more upset about someone's past than that someone himself, he figures. Plus, it. Kind of sounds more like a movie or comic book than reality, so it's still not processing quite properly or fully.]
Well, it's just the food thing that's ridiculously cool. I mean, I'm knew to the whole magic thing, and when compared to the rest of the place... Gratuitous amounts of free food stands out as something pretty good. Better than it would almost anywhere else. [SHRUG. Maybe it's silly reasoning, but it's his, and if everything else sucks, he's going to do his best to enjoy the few good things, thank you.]
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Could be worse.
[He nods his head in agreement. That's one concession he can make about Wonderland: no hellfire, and no empty stomachs.]
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The decorations aren't bad either. At least they're festive?
[Since that was the topic of conversation he originally attempted before they got off on crazy life story tangents, it's a good one to awkwardly fall back onto, right? It's easy to tell the conversation is just about over, too, and the decorations give him a segue toward ending it that's better than "it was interesting hearing about your hell experience, see ya!"]
I think I'm going to go check the rest of them out. But it was nice meeting you. [Hooking a thumb over his shoulder with a slightly sheepish look, he wonders briefly if he should invite Adam along.] I'm sure we'll see each other around again.
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Something like that. But yeah, no falling down rabbit holes or growing two sizes too big. First impressions could definitely be worse.
[On his end, anyway.
He's getting so desensitized to unusual situations that, in all honesty, uncertain pauses are easier to deal with then actually getting into the gory details of Hell and opening up about those things. Even the astronaut soldier thing is something he can come to terms with. He's nonchalant incarnate when he lifts his hand in a wordless goodbye.
Don't worry about him, he's in no position to be holding anyone up.]
Yeah, sure.