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entrancelogs2016-03-02 11:43 pm
mypartnerincrime) wrote in entrancelogs2016-03-02 11:43 pm
[OPEN] If you count falling stars to be a bad sign
Who: Chloe Price plus [OPEN] to everyone else!
Where: In the woods, just outside the mansion
When: Evening of March 2
Rating: PG-13??
Summary: Chloe finds herself in Wonderland but thinks she's somewhere else. *dundundun*
The Story:
Chloe is backing away from the edge of the cliff, her sight obscured by the heavy rainfall. All she sees are blurred outlines of the trees, the lighthouse, of her... she who had given her new hope and new happiness over the past week. I'm leaving her, Chloe thinks desperately. The realization came to her, quick and piercing like a blade to the heart that the blue-haired girl is reduced to tears. She puts her hands to her face and closes her eyes. "I'm so.... sorry," she cries out.
And then--
Silence, as if the someone had muted the world. The only thing Chloe hears now is her own crying.
She opens her eyes while the tears continue to fall and looks. There are trees all over the place, their dark silhouettes looming over Chloe. But they are standing still, undisturbed. The rain had indeed stopped, but the lighthouse had disappeared too. So did the cliff and--
Chloe calls out to the woods. She calls out a name again and again until she is hoarse. Has it happened? Has fate finally successfully separated them, after so many failed attempts over the week? Chloe makes her way through the forest, fighting off broken branches and thorny bushes. She keeps calling, half-shouting, half-sobbing. She is lost...
And then Chloe hears something other than her own weeping. A few feet away from her she hears a low rumbling sound, not unlike a thunderstorm. As Chloe moves faster, the rumbling grows louder and louder. At last, she is out of the woods. In the distance is a beautiful mansion, illuminated only by the sudden bursts of light that are falling from the sky but the sky is becoming darker and darker, as if being robbed of all heavenly light.
Are those... stars? Chloe wonders as she continues to watch the shower of light. Maybe it has happened and she 's actually in, you know, heaven (or hell, if you count falling stars to be a bad sign). Chloe stops walking and stares at the mansion. She did it. It's done, she thinks.
"I'm finally dead... And alone again," Chloe mutters bitterly but feeling calmer than she had ever been that night. She gradually stops crying as the reality of death hit her; there is no longer anything she can do. Death has finally caught up to her. If she is indeed dead, then Chloe no longer sees any reason to continue her search. In fact, she doesn't want to find her in this place.
After what seemed like hours, Chloe starts walking towards mansion basked in light and darkness. "Might as well check out my new crib, then," Chloe sighs. "Since it looks like I'll be staying here for like... forever."
[Chloe can be found wandering near the the entrance of the mansion then eventually exploring the first floor.]
Where: In the woods, just outside the mansion
When: Evening of March 2
Rating: PG-13??
Summary: Chloe finds herself in Wonderland but thinks she's somewhere else. *dundundun*
The Story:
Chloe is backing away from the edge of the cliff, her sight obscured by the heavy rainfall. All she sees are blurred outlines of the trees, the lighthouse, of her... she who had given her new hope and new happiness over the past week. I'm leaving her, Chloe thinks desperately. The realization came to her, quick and piercing like a blade to the heart that the blue-haired girl is reduced to tears. She puts her hands to her face and closes her eyes. "I'm so.... sorry," she cries out.
And then--
Silence, as if the someone had muted the world. The only thing Chloe hears now is her own crying.
She opens her eyes while the tears continue to fall and looks. There are trees all over the place, their dark silhouettes looming over Chloe. But they are standing still, undisturbed. The rain had indeed stopped, but the lighthouse had disappeared too. So did the cliff and--
Chloe calls out to the woods. She calls out a name again and again until she is hoarse. Has it happened? Has fate finally successfully separated them, after so many failed attempts over the week? Chloe makes her way through the forest, fighting off broken branches and thorny bushes. She keeps calling, half-shouting, half-sobbing. She is lost...
And then Chloe hears something other than her own weeping. A few feet away from her she hears a low rumbling sound, not unlike a thunderstorm. As Chloe moves faster, the rumbling grows louder and louder. At last, she is out of the woods. In the distance is a beautiful mansion, illuminated only by the sudden bursts of light that are falling from the sky but the sky is becoming darker and darker, as if being robbed of all heavenly light.
Are those... stars? Chloe wonders as she continues to watch the shower of light. Maybe it has happened and she 's actually in, you know, heaven (or hell, if you count falling stars to be a bad sign). Chloe stops walking and stares at the mansion. She did it. It's done, she thinks.
"I'm finally dead... And alone again," Chloe mutters bitterly but feeling calmer than she had ever been that night. She gradually stops crying as the reality of death hit her; there is no longer anything she can do. Death has finally caught up to her. If she is indeed dead, then Chloe no longer sees any reason to continue her search. In fact, she doesn't want to find her in this place.
After what seemed like hours, Chloe starts walking towards mansion basked in light and darkness. "Might as well check out my new crib, then," Chloe sighs. "Since it looks like I'll be staying here for like... forever."
[Chloe can be found wandering near the the entrance of the mansion then eventually exploring the first floor.]
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So instead they wear their bright smile, and turn around. "Certainly. Let me show you the kitchen. It's the first place that I learned, and it's probably one of the most important." Gotta eat to live, right? And anyway, kitchens are a grounding, comforting place. White fur stuck in the drain, the warm smells of pastry and butterscotch and cinnamon. The warmth of a cup of golden flower tea. Chocolate bars in the fridge, where they won't melt. Even the containers of snails. All of them had a soothing power. Made you feel real, part of the world again. None of those things would exist in this kitchen unless asked for, but memory alone can be a powerful thing, right?
And there's one thing that's always in a kitchen, anyway. One bastion of security and safety.
Knives.
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"Okay Chara," Chloe's voice suddenly businesslike as she snaps out of her reverie. She stands up and gestures to the hallway. "Where is this kitchen that you speak of?"
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How lucky for her. Chara only has to lead her on a short walk before their hand pauses on the door leading in. They've been smiling the whole time, but they try to smile a little brighter when they look back at her, because they've got something fun up their sleeve.
"Would you care to see an interesting trick, Chloe? Watch."
First, they push the door open. Just enough for a peek. An empty, tidy kitchen. Smells of nothing, except maybe the faintest hint of cleaning chemicals, if you really try hard to detect them.
"This place possesses a powerful magic. It gives you what you wish for, within reason." Chara pushes the door open again, and this time...
A thick, heavy skillet on the stove crackles and hisses with crisping slices of bacon and plump little sausages. A bowl of pancake batter sits ready to be ladled out into a hot pan. Chara strides over to the fridge, and begins pulling things out. Butter, syrup, whipped cream, berries, chocolate sauce... Chara doesn't know what sort of toppings would be Chloe's ideal, but they certainly know how to ask for things that would satisfy their own sweet tooth.
"I hear that the dining room can be even more direct, but I wouldn't know. I don't use it. I like to make my food for myself. That way, I know it has not been tampered with."
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She steps inside the kitchen, still looking stunned. Chloe picks up one of the sausages from the nearby plate, takes a bite and chews eagerly.
A moment of silence as she swallows the small bit of sausage. And then--
"Shitballs, this is real!" Chloe exclaims. She finishes the sausage in her hand then takes a strip of bacon this time. "Oh bacon," Chloe says in this dramatic tone. "I thought we'd never see each other again!" She kisses the piece of meat before taking a huge bite. The bacon is pure perfection, just the right amount of saltiness and crispiness. Oh God, I am in heaven, Chloe thinks as she savors the flavor.
Still munching on the bacon, Chloe looks around and smiles broadly at Chara. "How did you even do this, Chara? It's pretty AMAZING."
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Just to prove the point further, they open the microwave -- they even have a microwave, isn't that handy? A steaming hot mug of water sits inside, a teabag already steeping within it. It isn't golden flower tea, but it'll still suit Chara just fine. "If you're more of a coffee sort of person, I'm sure you can try it out for yourself." What's a proper breakfast, after all, without a reinvigorating cup of something warm?
They lean against the counter, just soaking in the warmth of the mug against their hands. It feels real, doesn't it? "Apparently this place intends to hold us until it's tired of us, but it must want us to be comfortable. You won't have to worry about going hungry, that's for certain."
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She puts down the half-eaten bacon strip on the plate and turns her full attention to the little child next to her. While Chloe is glad to hear that she won't go hungry here, the rest of Chara's statements bother her. "And what happens when it gets tired of us? Do we get thrown out or something? Please don't tell me the mansion is actually this scary, flesh-eating creature that feeds on people's skins while they sleep," Chloe asks Chara in a rush.
The magic kitchen is already so cool. It'll probably even give me some dope if I ask nicely, she thinks almost wistfully. Chloe lets out a sigh. Why do good things always come with a catch?
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Relatively. Hee hee.
They smile down at their tea, because smiling is just what they do. "I couldn't tell you for sure what force drives this place or enforces its rules. You would have to ask someone who has been here longer. All that I know is that there is no escaping on your own terms. When Wonderland is done with people, they simply vanish. Returned, presumably, to their own worlds with no memory of their time here."
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"That's the second time I've heard someone call this place Wonderland," Chloe tells Chara. "Guess it's true then; this really is Wonderland."
She stares at her half-eaten strip of bacon thoughtfully. "Whoop-ti-dee," Chloe says with a straight face. She then turns to Chara and forces a smile. "Well, better to be in this rabbit hole than in--" Chloe breaks off, suddenly aware of what her statement can lead to, what doors it can potentially unlock, what questions it can prompt in Chara's mind.
"Nevermind," Chloe mutters. She looks down on the plate again and stuffs her mouth with the other half of her bacon strip.
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"I may look young, but I have always been told I am mature for my age." Not always with those exact words, and usually phrased in a way that made their skin crawl. Most recently, it was more along the lines of "you're not really a kid," or something like that. Buh, eh. Semantics. "I think I am capable of understanding more than you would guess."
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Suddenly, Chloe feels uneasy. Chara might not drop the subject and Chloe doesn't know how to handle the pressure. Abandoning all the sausages and pancakes that the kitchen conjured for her, she tells Chara, "Anyway, thanks for the tour, Chara. But I think I'll go check the other parts of the mansion now." Chloe heads towards the door, determined to do the one thing she knows she can do in times of distress-- escape.
If only running away from Arcadia Bay is as easy as walking out of a kitchen door, then maybe they could have left earlier and she would be still alive now. They would definitely be kicking ass in Los Angeles by now and not stuck in some alternate dimension. Instead, they're in completely different worlds now and Chloe can no longer be with her. Chloe's eyes begin to water as she is nearing the door but she blinks them away. The last thing I want to do right now is to break down in front of some stranger, she thinks. I haven't sank that low yet.
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Good thing Chara does not actually care! Leave her to sort her own issues out. Insisting won't do much more than give both of them a headache, from the sound of it. So they just shrug. "Bye, Chloe," they call out in a cheerful singsong, and busy themselves with tossing out their tea bag instead.
"Hope it's cool if I finish all this breakfast," they add. Be a shame to waste food, right? Then all the pigs who died for this would have given their lives for nothing! Isn't that right?