[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]

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.

[likeseggos]

Determination?

[determinedest]

The resolve to change fate.

[Sounds less impressive when they don't have the weight to put behind the words. When they can't feel anything when they say it.]

If you know how to SAVE and LOAD.

[likeseggos]

[she frowns, seriously confused. more than usual, even.] What is save and load?

[determinedest]

Like...going back. Doing something over.

[They're not very good at explaining it. Even more so now that they're not very determined at all.]

[likeseggos]

You do things over.

[she repeats, not with the intonation of a question, but more like she's trying to confirm. that's interesting. and not something she herself can do, so ... weird.]

[determinedest]

Like if you die or something.

[That may be considerably less reassuring for the outside observer, particularly since Frisk lacks a lot of things right now. Namely, the ability to feel things like empathy, or acknowledgment that death can be a scary concept.]

[likeseggos]

Died?

[she thinks that frisk means that they died ... somehow ... it's all really confusing, ok.]

[determinedest]

Yeah. I'd die all the time back home.

[Just, you know. No big deal or anything. Preteens casually dying, like you do.]

[likeseggos]

Scared?

[determinedest]

Not really.

[Their voice is the same monotone it usually is, and they certainly don't sound very bothered.]

Got used to it.