entrancelogs | 001 - it's just a new beginning

Who: Chris Argent & Open! (closed to Daryl for his initial arrival)
Where: The Caves, and then he'll be roaming the grounds and mansion.
When: March 5th
Rating: PGish
Summary: Chris arrives in the caves and wants some answers.
The Story:

When he returns to consciousness, it takes him a few minutes to orient himself. His instinct is to immediately sit up, take a survey of the damage and injuries that should have occurred when the bomb exploded. The ringing in his ears and pounding in his head keep him on the solid ground for just a little bit longer.

While he concentrates on his breathing, he becomes very aware of his surroundings. Or, really, how odd his surroundings feel. Since the ringing starts to subside, he notices that the only sounds he can hear are from himself. The echoes are very distinct, sounds he would expect from a cave or enclosed area made mostly of rock. Forcing his eyes open, they don't adjust to the dim lighting right away but he's instantly alert.

Pushing himself up, ignoring the aches in his body, Chris gives himself a second to scan the area, looking for any sign of...well, anything. Life, light, something.

When he's finally standing up straight, he inches forward with a hand out until he finds a wall, leaning against it so he can assess the situation. Out of all the questions and confusion in his mind, he's certain about one thing - this sure as hell isn't the police station. Not to mention he's unarmed, which makes him feel a bit naked as he starts to follow the wall, fingertips always making contact so he doesn't lose his way.

Chris will find the entrance, and possibly accost the first person he comes across for information. He's ill prepared and it makes him on edge.

(OOC: Chris is going to run into Daryl in the caves and get the run down, otherwise he will be anywhere else in the mansion having a look around, searching for anyone he knows (mostly Allison). Feel free to run into him anywhere! Action brackets or prose are both good with me.)

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"You'll learn to hate it and be a functional alcoholic with the rest of us." She's... half joking. Turning, she scoops up the kitten and tucks it into the hood of her jacket, heading back for the still.

"Wanna give me a hand? We find our own ways of keeping busy. And I don't trust the closets." Because... well, they stopped working.

He huffs out a laugh at that, since he can see it - he's already over Wonderland and he's just arrived. There's no telling how he'll feel in even a week's time once he's learned more, but he doubts he'll be any happier about it.

"Happy to. Haven't had a chance to use one of the closets myself...is there something wrong with them?" He still finds it hard to believe they work the way he's been told, but he's trying to keep an open mind.

She grabs a box of bottles and nods to the other box. Time to drain the still and then refill it. Ellen crouches down with one box and opens the valve, filling the bottle with the moonshine that she's been brewing.

"Magic can be worn out. It's finite. Back around Christmas, we had visitors from the future that warned us the closets stop working." She reaches for another bottle. "Why use 'em for something I can make?"

The kitten stares at him from the safety of the hood, completely content to watch him and stay where he is.

He moves over to the box she nods at, picking it up and following her over.

"The future." There's a bit of an eyebrow raise at that. Chris is having a difficult time as it is accepting the part about magic - time traveling is a whole different animal. He sets his box down gently beside hers, crouching down to watch her work. "Probably a good idea, then. Does that magic limitation also apply to the kitchen?"

He's just wondering what people will do for food. He hasn't seen any wild animals yet, but those woods probably house a few. There's just no telling what kind.

"I didn't believe it either, but Dean... well, he put it out bluntly and I trust that boy with my daughter's life." It's the highest compliment she can pay someone. "Then, a few others also talked about it. Can't deny overwhelming evidence. Barely had my feet here when it dumped me into the caves will all sorts of nasties."

The one case of bottles is quickly filled. She starts on the second. "And it does, since that's part of the magic. I've been cleaning up the greenhouse some, but don't know a damned thing about it." Ellen shrugs, not minding admitting a shortfall. "Better weather's coming, and it's time we started taking over food production. I'm just not the best one to organize it."

That's a compliment he can understand - he trusts Allison with her own life, but he would be hard pressed to choose anyone else he would have confidence in when it comes to that area.

"Sounds like a good idea regardless. I can't say I'm willing to blindly trust a building that magically produces food myself." Not only could whoever's in charge suddenly decide to stop providing for them, but there's no telling what could actually be in the food. Caution goes a long way. "How long have you been around?"

"Especially since they like screwing with us." She's a bit bitter about her time here.

His question makes her pause. She has to take a moment to count back, and realizes something.

"Hell, six months." She shakes her head. "Beginning of October I got here. Beginning of March now." She finishes emptying the still, pushing the bottles to the side. She grabs the hose and fills the small pot of mash to keep it boiling. "Place keeps you on your toes."

"I've heard about that much." He doesn't look too happy about the prospect of being messed with by any means, but he'll deal with things as they come.

"That's a long time." He watches her work, interested to see how the whole process goes down. "I've heard a little bit about these 'events'. What have you experienced since you've been here?"

"Won't be too long and you'll get to enjoy the party." She puts the lid back on the still and tightens it down. Ellen bats at the kitten's paw since it came over to get its favorite sleeping spot back. It sniffs Chris's shoe but meows at Ellen until she picks it up and puts it on her shoulder.

"Let's see, the mines were right after I got here. The future folk were Christmas, that included ghosts and a few other things." She shakes her head. "Damned if I can remember them all. Valentines was... unpleasant." And she's beheaded vampires.

001 - it's just a new beginning

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