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entrancelogs2017-01-16 09:59 am
nascensibility) wrote in entrancelogs2017-01-16 09:59 am
[OPEN] Do you see the story?
Who: Evelyn O'Connell & YOU
Where: The Oasis
When: Duration of the event, Jan. 13-16
Rating: PG-13
Summary: We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
The Story:
The Camp
[She knew it by the smell before she even opened her eyes.
Sand and arid weather, the familiar creak of tent ropes lashed to wooden stakes, the grease in the equipment and raw leather. For several stunning moments Evelyn actually hoped that she was home, in such a way that everything - everything, from Wonderland to Imhotep's return to Alex's kidnapping to dying - had been a terrible, long dream. Even that is a hope too far, so unlikely as to be untenable. Once the tent flap is open, once she sees the inelegant sprawl of a dig site and the confused faces of the other residents, the outskirts of a jungle that claimed her life, she knows. Once the initial delirious nature of the reintroduction settles, she too picks up a pack and ventures into the heart of darkness.]
The Jungle
[The first couple of days are an unpredictable mess and she expected as much, people venturing in and out of minor alliances and the safety of small groups, preferring their friends and close associates to a community-wide coalition. It isn't their fault, and what could she tell them? What could she say that would be believed, that wouldn't be discarded as being overly concerned with the welfare of others who would rather take care of themselves?
It is with a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach that Evelyn does her best to move between the groups, her quiet mistaken for apathy, her familiarity with the terrain largely unnoticed. When they pass through the small valley pitted with bodies and tall grass she thinks of the inevitable thunderstorm, when the devilish little pygmies come she picks up a blunt instrument and runs with the best of them.
Fighting never felt so freeing, wild-eyed with bared teeth and an eagerness for the hunt, little challenge compared to the seasonal sacrifice
of a bull hippo in the water, red staining the river. Strikes crack like the flail and she laughs. She laughs.
They creep closer into the centre of the oasis with an agonising slowness, for it was written that she should be loyal to the nightmare of her choice.]
The Pyramid
[While her dreams have continued in full force she notices the sleeplessness of other residents, makes to ask them of their nightmares and what they see, if there is any similarity to her own. Pointless suffering born of her own past and unusual personality traits manifesting themselves in the people around her like so many foreign languages all spoken at once, perplexing and intriguing in turn, mitigating the effects of lives unseen.
Oil lamps burning hot in alabaster halls so similar to those in the charnel house of the Scorpion King, not so different from Philae
but for the association to the Lord of Embalming, whose dues must be paid. Sandals brushing stone floors, music and laughter in the distance -
Father's evening revelries, the mistresses of the God-King entertaining him with juggling and dance. She swallows bile.
She swallows blood.
It takes Evelyn a full hour to cross the courtyard into the pyramid, flanked by adamantine statues of jackals, guardians of the dead. She loiters too long on the edge in a dithering manner so unlike her, more plagued by the memory of what once stained this unholy ground than what they might find inside the walls of the tomb. Eventually she urges others in, knows that dwelling will do no good when the sky grows dark and lightning crackles overhead.]
Where: The Oasis
When: Duration of the event, Jan. 13-16
Rating: PG-13
Summary: We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
The Story:
The Camp
[She knew it by the smell before she even opened her eyes.
Sand and arid weather, the familiar creak of tent ropes lashed to wooden stakes, the grease in the equipment and raw leather. For several stunning moments Evelyn actually hoped that she was home, in such a way that everything - everything, from Wonderland to Imhotep's return to Alex's kidnapping to dying - had been a terrible, long dream. Even that is a hope too far, so unlikely as to be untenable. Once the tent flap is open, once she sees the inelegant sprawl of a dig site and the confused faces of the other residents, the outskirts of a jungle that claimed her life, she knows. Once the initial delirious nature of the reintroduction settles, she too picks up a pack and ventures into the heart of darkness.]
The Jungle
[The first couple of days are an unpredictable mess and she expected as much, people venturing in and out of minor alliances and the safety of small groups, preferring their friends and close associates to a community-wide coalition. It isn't their fault, and what could she tell them? What could she say that would be believed, that wouldn't be discarded as being overly concerned with the welfare of others who would rather take care of themselves?
It is with a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach that Evelyn does her best to move between the groups, her quiet mistaken for apathy, her familiarity with the terrain largely unnoticed. When they pass through the small valley pitted with bodies and tall grass she thinks of the inevitable thunderstorm, when the devilish little pygmies come she picks up a blunt instrument and runs with the best of them.
of a bull hippo in the water, red staining the river. Strikes crack like the flail and she laughs. She laughs.
They creep closer into the centre of the oasis with an agonising slowness, for it was written that she should be loyal to the nightmare of her choice.]
The Pyramid
[While her dreams have continued in full force she notices the sleeplessness of other residents, makes to ask them of their nightmares and what they see, if there is any similarity to her own. Pointless suffering born of her own past and unusual personality traits manifesting themselves in the people around her like so many foreign languages all spoken at once, perplexing and intriguing in turn, mitigating the effects of lives unseen.
but for the association to the Lord of Embalming, whose dues must be paid. Sandals brushing stone floors, music and laughter in the distance -
Father's evening revelries, the mistresses of the God-King entertaining him with juggling and dance. She swallows bile.
She swallows blood.
It takes Evelyn a full hour to cross the courtyard into the pyramid, flanked by adamantine statues of jackals, guardians of the dead. She loiters too long on the edge in a dithering manner so unlike her, more plagued by the memory of what once stained this unholy ground than what they might find inside the walls of the tomb. Eventually she urges others in, knows that dwelling will do no good when the sky grows dark and lightning crackles overhead.]
pyramid
Having been killed by his brother once before, Abel's identity is entirely unwelcome. ]
... Dammit. [ He breathes, bracing himself against the wall. How he'd got separated from... everyone is beyond him, but it's easy enough to blame it on the day-and-nightmares that have risen steadily to the surface over the past few... days? How much time has passed since they woke up in the desert, anyway?
It isn't good. The lack of sleep and less than an ideal amount of water have him completely fatigued, making it all the easier for him to confuse his own past with the scenes he sees in his mind's eye.
The fact that both Sam and Abel have had run-ins with Lucifer does not make it any easier. ]
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But she sees the others, knows the disorienting sway of another voice that seems to be yours, conscious of how dangerous they might be. It won't keep her from approaching those she cares about, however.]
Sam!
[She notices him around a corner, braced against cool sandstone and looking worse for wear. Hurrying to his side it becomes more evident that the temperature is another cause for ailing - Evelyn forgets that few enjoy the heat as much as she.]
Sam, are you all right?
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The desert, that makes sense. He still hears Lucifer's voice, gentle and encouraging. He hears Cain (Dean?) in the distance, pleading. Yelling.
That voice is - a woman's, though. He wavers. ]
What? [ He can't make sense of the setting, braces himself again against a wall. The exhaustion, the dehydration, doesn't help. The hallucinations are strong enough as it is. Sam looks at Evie, but he doesn't see her, not really. ]
I don't - I don't... know.
[ Sam. That's his name. Sam, not Abel. He breathes. ]
... I need to - to get out of here.
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[Evelyn blurts without meaning to, watching the senseless way his eyes shift over subjects, how paranoid he appears to be in spite of the present lack of threats. Out here, she thought the same thing once.
It might have been better to stay in the desert, to brave the habΕ«b.]
We cannot leave the oasis, [she says firmly,] But I can stay with you, Sam.
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You shouldn't, you might be in danger.
[ We're all in danger. Not just here, but... always. ]
Where's - [ He begins, but neither 'Cain' nor 'Dean' sound quite right. ] ... my brother?