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entrancelogs2014-11-01 11:19 pm
lifeskills) wrote in entrancelogs2014-11-01 11:19 pm
OPEN | and the moon gazed on my midnight labours
Who: Victor Frankenstein (lifeskills) and whoever!
Where: Basement, caverns, and the library.
When: Oct. 30th, 31st, and Nov. 1st.
Rating: Let's go with PG-13 just to be safe, IDK.
Summary: He's no explorer, but he is a chronic insomniac with time to kill and he can't hide in his room forever, strangeness or no strangeness. Poking around is better than nothing.
The Story:
Basement/Caverns
[It doesn't take Victor long to start feeling the loss of hearth and home. It's more than just existing in a land dredged up from the depths of the human imagination, it's the loss of smaller, mundane things. A familiar workspace. His clothes. His books, his notes, his materials... Unadventurous and unfulfilled though it may seem to some, those bits of flotsam had made up the whole of his life. His hands don't know what to do with themselves without something familiar to touch, to do. He is his work and has been for a long while. As far as abductions go, this one is particularly hard to fathom for all the freedom it grants without the one ultimate liberty: being able to leave. He misses Caliban least of all, but even the task he'd assigned himself in his monster's name had been his choice. A purpose.
Here his sole purpose seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's not a fan of this waiting game, aimless as it is.
While Vanessa takes her rest, Victor is restless. His senses are too raw for him to eat or sleep, and that imbues him with a false courage, enough to propel him out of their room alone. Wandering isn't a habit he's indulged in since boyhood, but it comes naturally, driven by curiosity and a need to do something that isn't just pacing the length of his room. Anything he finds he can report back to Vanessa, and that is of benefit to them both.
Despite his better judgement, he ends up spending time outside their shared lodgings longer than he intends, whiling away the night hours. Before too long, his evaluation of the mansion takes him down floor by floor, to the ballroom, to the kitchen, down halls that never seem to end, and finally down the stairs into the basement.
On the first night, he doesn't stay longer than a minute. On the second, he hunts down the source of the generator hum and adds it to the notes he's already started to compile in a small notebook.
On the third, after danger fails to appear to rip him into shreds and no horde of white-haired blood-eaters swarm him, he returns with the notebook and a lantern to test his luck a little further. Maybe it's simply a desire to reconstitute his notes and have something of comfort around him, but he finds marking down the caverns' first few turns on paper provides a fruitful labor. Tentative at first, Victor doesn't mean to venture very far into the dark maw under the stairs, but it's the same sort of lie he'd told himself when he'd considered giving up his research after the Monster's birth. His need to know overrides good sense. A left turns into another, which turns into another, which turns into the beginnings of a map.]
Library
[The mansion is as lavish as he's ever seen, there can be no denying that, but Victor doesn't come to appreciate much of it until the library. Ah, the library. It puts the "wonder" in Wonderland. Once Victor stumbles across it for the first time, the sharp, metallic edge of tension that characterizes his days softens just a bit.
Books have been some of his only companions over the course of his life; they've filled the roles of friend, colleague, and mentor. They give, not take. If there's a place outside of the surgical room where he's in his element, it's in a place of knowledge. He supposes he has to take what he can get, all else aside. If what he and Vanessa have heard about this new land is to be believed, the discomfort of being in it is of the pervasive and long-lasting variety.
One needs small comforts where one can find them.
During the days, people may find this well-dressed lad making a concentrated effort to hunt down the library so he can walk the aisles, running his fingers along book spines. It's not just for the aesthetic pleasure; he finds the publication dates of material more bewildering the more items he finds from centuries not his own. Amazing how all life in the universe had seemed to stop at the year 1891.]
lifeskills) and whoever!Where: Basement, caverns, and the library.
When: Oct. 30th, 31st, and Nov. 1st.
Rating: Let's go with PG-13 just to be safe, IDK.
Summary: He's no explorer, but he is a chronic insomniac with time to kill and he can't hide in his room forever, strangeness or no strangeness. Poking around is better than nothing.
The Story:
Basement/Caverns
[It doesn't take Victor long to start feeling the loss of hearth and home. It's more than just existing in a land dredged up from the depths of the human imagination, it's the loss of smaller, mundane things. A familiar workspace. His clothes. His books, his notes, his materials... Unadventurous and unfulfilled though it may seem to some, those bits of flotsam had made up the whole of his life. His hands don't know what to do with themselves without something familiar to touch, to do. He is his work and has been for a long while. As far as abductions go, this one is particularly hard to fathom for all the freedom it grants without the one ultimate liberty: being able to leave. He misses Caliban least of all, but even the task he'd assigned himself in his monster's name had been his choice. A purpose.
Here his sole purpose seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's not a fan of this waiting game, aimless as it is.
While Vanessa takes her rest, Victor is restless. His senses are too raw for him to eat or sleep, and that imbues him with a false courage, enough to propel him out of their room alone. Wandering isn't a habit he's indulged in since boyhood, but it comes naturally, driven by curiosity and a need to do something that isn't just pacing the length of his room. Anything he finds he can report back to Vanessa, and that is of benefit to them both.
Despite his better judgement, he ends up spending time outside their shared lodgings longer than he intends, whiling away the night hours. Before too long, his evaluation of the mansion takes him down floor by floor, to the ballroom, to the kitchen, down halls that never seem to end, and finally down the stairs into the basement.
On the first night, he doesn't stay longer than a minute. On the second, he hunts down the source of the generator hum and adds it to the notes he's already started to compile in a small notebook.
On the third, after danger fails to appear to rip him into shreds and no horde of white-haired blood-eaters swarm him, he returns with the notebook and a lantern to test his luck a little further. Maybe it's simply a desire to reconstitute his notes and have something of comfort around him, but he finds marking down the caverns' first few turns on paper provides a fruitful labor. Tentative at first, Victor doesn't mean to venture very far into the dark maw under the stairs, but it's the same sort of lie he'd told himself when he'd considered giving up his research after the Monster's birth. His need to know overrides good sense. A left turns into another, which turns into another, which turns into the beginnings of a map.]
Library
[The mansion is as lavish as he's ever seen, there can be no denying that, but Victor doesn't come to appreciate much of it until the library. Ah, the library. It puts the "wonder" in Wonderland. Once Victor stumbles across it for the first time, the sharp, metallic edge of tension that characterizes his days softens just a bit.
Books have been some of his only companions over the course of his life; they've filled the roles of friend, colleague, and mentor. They give, not take. If there's a place outside of the surgical room where he's in his element, it's in a place of knowledge. He supposes he has to take what he can get, all else aside. If what he and Vanessa have heard about this new land is to be believed, the discomfort of being in it is of the pervasive and long-lasting variety.
One needs small comforts where one can find them.
During the days, people may find this well-dressed lad making a concentrated effort to hunt down the library so he can walk the aisles, running his fingers along book spines. It's not just for the aesthetic pleasure; he finds the publication dates of material more bewildering the more items he finds from centuries not his own. Amazing how all life in the universe had seemed to stop at the year 1891.]
no subject
I doctor I presume, or a mortician. Do you intend to dig for the answer if I don't give it freely?
no subject
Both, depending on the day.
[And need, and interest. But lacking the same concerns for money that had made payment for services rendered a necessity at times in the past, Victor has his attention trained on the more imperative issue at hand: Wonderland.]
If you have a reason to keep them buried, then no.
[After all, only a fool looking to self-harm would impede help to themselves, and he's not about to force a stranger to submit to medical attention. Vanessa had resisted, but Vanessa had also been out of her mind at the time, hardly fit to make decisions for herself.]
no subject
He could let it be then, with no reason to tell a stranger what has been done to him, but he doesn't. Never let it be said that he's a man to allow an imagination to run away with itself when his own potential degradation is involved. ]
I'm dying, but not from anything that Wonderland deems worthy of fixing. A curse, if you would believe it.