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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.]
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[ He's skeptical, and it shows. Skeptical and now a little nervous. ]
You got a lot o'faith in me, Miss Evelyn.
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[Joel oughtn't be nervous, he appears to have a good head on his shoulders and that's more than can be said for most people.]
You're capable.
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Only not. Only Tess had gotten bit, had made it to the Capitol but hadn't lived to leave it again. Had never made it home.
Joel raises a single eyebrow at Evelyn. ]
Would've said the same thing about you.
[ And yet, she hadn't survived, either. ]
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Her jaw tightens.]
They weren't why I died. I was stabbed and bled out in front of my family.
[The growing anxiety that she will be forced to relive her own death should she happen upon the courtyard before the pyramid is nearly debilitating. She bends to pick up the knapsack - one of the only things Wonderland has granted individuals - at her side and slings it over one shoulder, giving him a hard look-]
You don't know my monsters.
[-before setting off to the oasis.]
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Joel's no stranger to putting his foot in his mouth, but this is bad, even for him. He looks after Evie with his mouth open, scrambling helplessly for something to say - but there's nothing, and she's already turned her back on him.
Closing his mouth, he lets her go, resigning himself to being an asshole. ]