Garnet til Alexandros XVII (
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mayfield_rpg2012-03-10 08:26 pm
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[001] what do you mean it's a "telephone"
1) Action, backdated to this morning (for 951 Beulah)
[Waking up isn't unusual for Garnet at all. Not surprisingly, she wakes up every day in mostly the same way. However, it takes her a nice, long, slow-dawning moment to figure out what's actually wrong with this picture.
Time seems to lag as she takes in the entire room, and her own self, in one extended glance, but it doesn't stop her heart rate from shooting through the roof.
Is this a dream? Was I taken from Alexandria? Was yesterday... just a dream, too?
Fellow house members will probably either be awakened by or made keenly aware of the frenzied, panicked footsteps going back and forth between rooms, accompanied by a girl calling out a handful of names over and over again.]
Steiner? Beatrix? Please, where are you?!
...Zidane...?
2) Action, out in town a few hours later
[By now, it's early afternoon. Garnet's chosen a set of clothes she's deemed tenable for now (though it still feels wrong, like she's unwittingly stolen them from someone else entirely) and has taken to getting the lay of the land now. This place is like a small kingdom as well, but it's only similar to Alexandria in core concept. Everything from the society to the technology to the layout of the area is foreign to her. She still can't decide if this city itself is just strange in its own right, or if she's the real foreigner.
Originally, the idea was that she'd walk around to ease her nerves a bit and see whatever was outside to see, but she seems to have already forgotten about that. Now, she's just wandering on a whim, staring mostly at the sidewalk in front of her and looking completely out of it.
...To the point where she's not really paying attention to where she's walking, and will probably wind up brushing against or full-out colliding with someone from how absorbed in her own thoughts she is.
Also, she's probably singing to herself while she walks, with such determination that even when she gets to the end of the song, she just goes back and starts from the beginning, over and over again.]
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It can't be... permanent, can it? How long have you all been here? There must be some reason, or a way to leave...!
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late tag, sorry!
[She'd been thinking it might've been more, but two years is still a long time. And even this girl, for over a year in her own right...
...Yes. Dagger knows how long a year can be.]
Even if there's no way out yet, hasn't there been anything else discovered? Any loose threads to follow at all? If all of this is just an illusion, then surely if someone can find a way to unravel it...
It is an illusion, isn't it? If not a dream, then there's something very false about it.
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