the dream is over, but the nightmare's just beginning...

[thebigsister]

characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU
settings: Dormitory Hallways & Stairs
format: action tags to start off, but I'll match your preference
summary: there's a... thing in a diver's suit, with what look like harpoons or really scary needles at its wrists, roaming the halls. Do come by to say hi.
warnings: I warned you, bro, I warned you about those stairs! None yet, will be added as necessary.

[Eleanor awoke to a panic. She calmed herself as she tried to make sense of the situation, though the letters left by her (?) bed weren't much help. Trapped. Again. She refused to believe it just yet. Fortunately for her, she found the mismatched Big Sister suit her Father had managed to assemble for her, still in functional condition.

She would not be trapped. After all that had happened, after tasting freedom, Eleanor Lamb was not going to take this lying down.

So she suited up with ease and determined, prepared to explore the place. She would find a way out. She would. So there she is, steps heavy along the corridors, with a distinct clank of metal, as she makes her way around, carefully studying the structure and built of the halls. Like her father has taught her, she's not out to kill innocents, but she will fight, if fighting is what's necessary to recover her freedom.]

Comments

[tempustemporum]

...it is done without the use of a shared name.

[It took him a moment to understand what she was talking about. That's right -- family members have the same last name, don't they?]

[thebigsister]

How?

[...this is keen to her interests, yes. Not that you'd know, but you've hit right the topic she's willing to ask questions about.]

[tempustemporum]

...generally, the city is small enough and the names unique enough that individuals can figure out the relationship by simply asking. [And physical similarities too, of course, but for him it's kind of a moot point.]

[thebigsister]

Oh. That must... be very pleasant.

[Eleanor sounded slightly hesitant, not entirely convinced.]

[tempustemporum]

why do you say that? [He doesn't see anything particularly pleasant about it.]

[thebigsister]

If it is a small community, everyone must be close to each other. Am I wrong?

[tempustemporum]

...by most standards, the city is large. but it is basically the only settlement on the world, and the others are isolated from it. that is why i said it was small, compared to all of the empty land.

[thebigsister]

Oh, I thought you meant it was a smaller settlement. An isolated city is a lot more problematic, in my experience.

[tempustemporum]

[He nods. It definitely is problematic.] ...we were working on communication with other worlds... when i was taken. [He wanted to say something like "not that it matters now", but it might not be the best idea. After all, they still have no idea if the world-destruction theory is true.]

[thebigsister]

Other worlds? Like other cities like yours?

[tempustemporum]

no. literally, other planets with intelligent life on them. we have known of their existence for years now, but haven't been able to communicate with the people there.

[thebigsister]

That sounds fascinating, but what would you tell them? Just let them know you are there?

[tempustemporum]

no. the idea was to share information; specifically, to learn if any of the other worlds had discovered a way to be rid of a certain monster infestation.

[thebigsister]

The situation must have been dire, if you were forced to seek aid in other worlds entirely.

[tempustemporum]

[He nods, but says nothing. No one on the world had been able to truly kill the creatures, only bat them back for a while, and it was now at the point where they crawled around in almost every nook and cranny of the city. ...He had actually been attacked by them, several times, the most recently happening shortly before he had been taken here. That had been the point where he had been saved by Ventus, but even so, through some mix of fear and ego he still didn't like to talk about it.]

[thebigsister]

[Oh boy, he looks vaguely upset, but it's mostly the fact he doesn't reply that clues Eleanor in to the fact she possibly screwed up. Whoops.]

...well, maybe by the time you get out of this place, they'll have found an answer.