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entrancelogs2016-07-24 09:02 pm
ghflskhu_ph) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-24 09:02 pm
[Open] Price is simple, Rather sparing. Time is slipping.
Who: Bill Cipher + Arya Stark + and YOU!
Where: IN YOUR D R E A M S-- no, literally.
When: During Sleep Curse event
Rating: PG at worst, will follow up.
Summary: A catch all for the Sleep event! Bill has a deal to make and dreams to visit! Need a companion in your comatose slumber? Want someone to laugh at you while drinking a martini while you angst about your regrets in the nightmare fire room? LOOK NO FURTHER!
The Story:
[Catch all OTA:]
Bill watched the communicator with rapt attention.
It's a crying shame it had already been announced the Sleep spell would last a mere 24 hours. Having a surplus of hostages he alone could communicate with would have made for a great bargaining chip! Still, not a total loss. He has more than a few people he has been intending to visit, and now makes for the perfect time.
In fact, with this amount of people falling prey to Henry's curse and unexpected dreamscapes cropping up left and right, it's getting a little harder than usual to navigate them. Bill wouldn't be surprised if he wound up in an entirely different dream than the one he intended. Those new rooms of pure misery and hellfire certainly looked entertaining!
Who knows, maybe you might even walk in on him.
[Closed to Arya]:
From the moment she first answered his call it seemed this was destined to happen. So ready to ask questions, to curious for answers-- so vulnerable a state. Bill barely needed to impose any will at all in tugging Arya Stark's conversation in his needed direction. She was ready to make a deal.
Peering into the girl's memories, Bill reached for something familiar and comforting. A large room with thick fabric-laden chairs, with wooden floors and a roaring fire. That was just the tip of the triangle, of course! As a bonus he kept the atmosphere loose enough for the girl to bend the room's make-up however she pleased. A bit of trust to help ease her in. Didn't want to scare off his first customer in Wonderland, after all!
Both parties had a bit too much of something to gain.
Where: IN YOUR D R E A M S-- no, literally.
When: During Sleep Curse event
Rating: PG at worst, will follow up.
Summary: A catch all for the Sleep event! Bill has a deal to make and dreams to visit! Need a companion in your comatose slumber? Want someone to laugh at you while drinking a martini while you angst about your regrets in the nightmare fire room? LOOK NO FURTHER!
The Story:
[Catch all OTA:]
Bill watched the communicator with rapt attention.
It's a crying shame it had already been announced the Sleep spell would last a mere 24 hours. Having a surplus of hostages he alone could communicate with would have made for a great bargaining chip! Still, not a total loss. He has more than a few people he has been intending to visit, and now makes for the perfect time.
In fact, with this amount of people falling prey to Henry's curse and unexpected dreamscapes cropping up left and right, it's getting a little harder than usual to navigate them. Bill wouldn't be surprised if he wound up in an entirely different dream than the one he intended. Those new rooms of pure misery and hellfire certainly looked entertaining!
Who knows, maybe you might even walk in on him.
[Closed to Arya]:
From the moment she first answered his call it seemed this was destined to happen. So ready to ask questions, to curious for answers-- so vulnerable a state. Bill barely needed to impose any will at all in tugging Arya Stark's conversation in his needed direction. She was ready to make a deal.
Peering into the girl's memories, Bill reached for something familiar and comforting. A large room with thick fabric-laden chairs, with wooden floors and a roaring fire. That was just the tip of the triangle, of course! As a bonus he kept the atmosphere loose enough for the girl to bend the room's make-up however she pleased. A bit of trust to help ease her in. Didn't want to scare off his first customer in Wonderland, after all!
Both parties had a bit too much of something to gain.
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He's floating now, no longer in his impossibly swiveling armchair. He rests his arm against the corner of Arya's own.
"Last I checked, this isn't about ME. The REAL question is: how far would you go for them? In the end isn't it worth it?"
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"Nobody does anything for free. Or just to be nice. People aren't like that."
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Bill can't even lie when it comes that idea. Someone attempting to help him in Genosha for absolutely zero benefit to themselves just about short circuited his own brain until he recalled some people were just idiots.
"But what does it matter, when you've already MADE UP YOUR MIND?"
He gestures to the room.
"Don't think I'd BE HERE if the IDEA wasn't TUGGING AWAY at your THOUGHTS RECENTLY."
I mean, how else would he find his way into such private thoughts of yours? Remember. You invited him. Didn't you??
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Uhuh, and he sounds like he TOTALLY believes you too.
"Don't get as PRIME a LOCATION as we are in right now FOREVER though! You'll WAKE from this eventually and WHEN YOU DO I can't guarantee I'll have as much SWAY over that realm as I do this one!"
He flips his two dimensional position, facing away.
"But hey, if AREN'T up to it, you aren't up to it. It's no SKIN off MY BACK..."
Cause he doesn't really have skin... or a back. Maybe he should just pack up shop and leave, if you're so unsure...
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"I never said I wasn't up to it."
She sticks out her hand, impulsively.
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"Just do me a SMALL FAVOR sometime down the road and we'll call it SQUARE."
The instant she shakes his hand, the deal will be sealed. It will hit hard, it will hit FAST, as if she is rocketing through the every moment as it is happening playing at ten times the speed. While somewhat overwhelming, one can't deny this method is effective. Arya will remember.
The gates of spacetime open to her, filling her with a burst of power, zeroing in to pinpoint at the exact date she has in question. Back to that fateful time when...
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She doesn't get to finish the question. One second she's staring at their clasped hands, at the flames which tickle at her skin but feel surprisingly cold, and the next she's stood in the snow, watching the gates of Castle Black swing open and her sister ride through. She sees Jon Snow descend the stairs to meet her, disbelieving she's there until he holds her tight and brushes the snow from her auburn hair. She's beyond the Wall, watching Bran and Hodor and Summer camped round a fire. She's in a small boat, the choppy grey waters of the ocean all around her, watching as Gendry rows. She's in a great hall in a foreign land, filled with the silence of the dead, watched by their unseeing eyes.
She doesn't understand half of it, and she's terrified she won't remember when she wakes, but the power and surety of what she's seeing rushes through her. What little family she has left are safe.