[open] suddenly there are clouds all around and the clouds all around her are warm

[likeseggos]

Who: Eleven and you!
Where: Library
When: 11/21
Rating: Probably not more than PG-13 lbr
Summary: Eleven wakes up in Wonderland. It's fine. Everything is fine.
The Story:

[the last thing she remembered was stopping the demogorgon. disintegrating it into nothing … didn't she die? she was so spent, and it took so much of her, she thought that was the only way it could end. but instead of the cold, dark, dampness of the upside down, or simply the nothingness of being dead, she found herself here. wherever here was.

as she takes in her surroundings, she realizes she's surrounded by books. she doesn't really care about books — she can read, sort of, but giving her a proper literary education was never really a priority in hawkin labs. what she does know about books in general though, is that the best ones are big and heavy. and that is why she starts grabbing the lengthier hardcover tomes off the shelf without so much as really glancing at what they are. because in a corner, she's … building a fort out of books??? or at least a sizable small collection. to chuck at people's heads.]

Comments

[determinedest]

Library. Not good for sleeping.

[Their tone is dull and matter-of-fact, as easily as if they were commenting on the weather. They've never seen this kid before, but they've sort of lost a lot of their observational skills. They've lost a lot of what makes Frisk, "Frisk."

So nothing of value was lost, really. Ha ha.]

[likeseggos]

[she frowns slightly, nonplussed.] Where do you sleep?

[determinedest]

In beds, mostly.

[It seems like a fairly obvious answer to Frisk, though they don't really know who this girl is, so maybe it's less obvious to her.]

[likeseggos]

Where? [she is 100% brand new, ok.] Show me.

[determinedest]

In the rooms.

[She gives a direct command, and they...obey. Mostly out of instinct. That's all they've got to fall back on, and they know that when someone gives them an order, they should follow it. It just seems natural.

So they walk right outside the library and mount the stairs to the second floor, simply assuming that she'll follow without looking back.

A fraction of a memory about a myth tickles the posterior of their brain. A musician who loved someone, but not enough to lead her out of hell.

Guess he didn't follow orders.]

[likeseggos]

[she follows along, taking everything in as they go along. she's never seen a place like this before. there are so many rooms, like the lab, but they're all ... it's nothing like the lab at all. it's like a house. like mike's house. but different.

once she realizes the rooms have numbers, her brow furrows. she stops in front of the one marked 011. is it for her?]

[determinedest]

[Frisk stops in front of the room marked 012. It's theirs, after all. Theirs and Chara's, though Chara isn't really there anymore. There's still two beds, though. They look at the girl blankly as she contemplates the door.]

No one lives there yet. You can pick it if you want.

[likeseggos]

It's me. [she pulls up her sleeve to show frisk the 011 tattooed on her arm.]

[determinedest]

[Ordinarily, Frisk would be able to intuit that it's a bit more complicated than that. They glance between the number on the girl's forearm and the door. They think they should be frowning, but they've forgotten how.]

No it's not.

[A blunt, childish refusal. Because that's not me. * It's me is someone else entirely.]

Just a room. There's more just like it. Room elevens on every floor.

[likeseggos]

[that makes eleven frown. she shouldn't be surprised, she realizes on some level. it's just a number on a door. but if she could feel like she had a place, then maybe ... ]

How many?

[determinedest]

Don't know. There's lots of floors.

[And technically infinite rooms. It's a lot easier to wrap their mind around the concept now that they don't have to think about it so hard.]

You can pick a room if no one else is in it.

[likeseggos]

[since they already confirmed that this room was empty, eleven decides she's going to claim it. even if there are other elevens throughout the building. this one is hers. she opens the door, and it's a basement??? with a couch with a sleeping bag on it in the corner. the most homelike place her heart could think of, apparently. at least she seems pleased, a phantom of a smile at her lips when she fully takes it in from the doorway.]

How?

[determinedest]

[Looks...dark. Dark and sequestered away. A place that kid could hide and maybe feel safe. Maybe because nothing else does. Hiding in small and dark places can feel safe sometimes. They remember.

Frisk isn't sure what she means. How can she pick a room? How does it look like something that's presumably from her home?

Frisk only shrugs, unhelpful.]

Magic. Makes it look like what you remember.

[likeseggos]

Magic. [it's not a question probing for further information, she just seems to consider the answer as she stares into her brand new room. she doesn't know anything about "magic", the only point of comparison she has for someone just making things happen is ... well ... ] Like me.

[determinedest]

You're magic.

[They repeat the statement as though they would've inflected it as a question, glancing at her sidelong. It might as well be a query, though Frisk evidently has trouble vocalizing it.]

[likeseggos]

[she doesn't seem to mind or at least gets the gist, given she's not the best verbal communicator either.]

I make things happen. [she stares into her room, and a book levitates off the table.]

[determinedest]

Oh.

[That seems...straightforward enough. Frisk watches the book lift off the table without much expression. That's interesting.]

Tele...telesomething. Telekinesiology? [That is too many syllables, Frisk.]

[likeseggos]

[the book drops back down on the table, and el quickly wipes away the minor nosebleed that starting like it's no big. she nods, since she's not sure of the exact word herself but that sounds like something maybe mike or papa had called it.]

[determinedest]

You're bleeding.

[Frisk points as they say it, though their tone is still the same empty monotone as always - as blank and matter-of-fact as if they're simply dispensing commentary on the weather.]

[likeseggos]

Always happens. [she doesn't seem bothered by it; it's just another part of life with her powers.]

[determinedest]

Every time.

[That makes sense, they guess. Cause, effect. Action, reaction. Same way you feel discombobulated after LOADing your SAVE. After depressing the button labeled RESET.]

Makes sense.

[likeseggos]

Do you make things happen?

[frisk talks sort of like her, she can't help but carry a tiny flame of hope that maybe they're the same...? she's never met someone like her before. she knew she was a number for a reason, but it's not like she ever saw 1-9 or 12 and up.]

[determinedest]

Sometimes.

[They almost reach out with one hand for their SAVE file, but then they remember that...ha ha, they're not very determined anymore, are they? No. Not enough determination to SAVE, or to LOAD. Not enough to do anything.]

Can't anymore. Not now, anyway.

[likeseggos]

Why?

[what if el loses her powers because she's here????? ... she doesn't know how she'd feel about that actually, because they're an integral part of her identity. wtf.]

[determinedest]

I'm not determined anymore.

[They lift one shoulder in a partial shrug. They don't sound very bothered. They don't sound very anything.]

Can't do it unless I've got determination.