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towerofanimus2014-02-02 04:13 pm
attheclocktower) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-02 04:13 pm
Entry tags:
Cold winds blow
Characters: Xion and whoever runs into her
Setting: Room 1-01, Floor 4, Mailroom
Format: Either or!
Summary: EVENT FALLOUT
Warnings: None right now
Room 1-01
[Any unconsciousness she experiences after she's pulled through the mirror is thankfully absolute - there's no nightmares, no dreams, no everythings, no empty black that she's fully conscious in. Just nothing. And when she wakes up, feels the fabric of her pillow beneath her cheek, the blanket draped over her,she knows she's back. No sleep paralysis either, which means she hasn't died. They were done.
Still, these sensations are dwarfed by the aftereffects of what she experienced. The feeling of being stretched and nearly snapped, of the whirling multitude of vague impressions and memories of what she saw, especially those flashes of insight that pass by, branding themselves into her new consciousness with painful intensity.
She rolls onto her side, curling up even as her hands snake up to tangle in her hair. Trying to reign herself in. To make some sense of what happened and somehow deal with it. And to stop her head from hurting and feeling like it's a bout to shatter into pieces.
She doesn't move for a long time.]
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Floor 4
[Somewhere in the lounge floor, there's a chair that looks like it was very recently sat in - very recently. There's also a small pile of clothes nearby, and even a pile of a mostly-completed sweater lying on the ground, as if suddenly dropped. More noticeable still is the very panicked Dusk that might try to get your character's attention, pointing at the spot. What could have happened?
Should anyone approach the spot, or try to attack the Dusk (it does bear a strong resemblance to non-friendly Tower Dusks), suddenly the seat that was vacated will not be, and there will be a very started Xion sitting there once more, eyes wide and afraid.]
What-
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Mailroom
[Whatever Xion was writing, she's done now, holding several letters in her hands as she stares up at all the different mailboxes. The expression on her face is unsure, and she keeps half-pulling out a letter before pushing it back in, as if she can't decide whether she wants to send them or not.
It's bothering her a lot, whatever's going on.]
Setting: Room 1-01, Floor 4, Mailroom
Format: Either or!
Summary: EVENT FALLOUT
Warnings: None right now
Room 1-01
[Any unconsciousness she experiences after she's pulled through the mirror is thankfully absolute - there's no nightmares, no dreams, no everythings, no empty black that she's fully conscious in. Just nothing. And when she wakes up, feels the fabric of her pillow beneath her cheek, the blanket draped over her,she knows she's back. No sleep paralysis either, which means she hasn't died. They were done.
Still, these sensations are dwarfed by the aftereffects of what she experienced. The feeling of being stretched and nearly snapped, of the whirling multitude of vague impressions and memories of what she saw, especially those flashes of insight that pass by, branding themselves into her new consciousness with painful intensity.
She rolls onto her side, curling up even as her hands snake up to tangle in her hair. Trying to reign herself in. To make some sense of what happened and somehow deal with it. And to stop her head from hurting and feeling like it's a bout to shatter into pieces.
She doesn't move for a long time.]
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Floor 4
[Somewhere in the lounge floor, there's a chair that looks like it was very recently sat in - very recently. There's also a small pile of clothes nearby, and even a pile of a mostly-completed sweater lying on the ground, as if suddenly dropped. More noticeable still is the very panicked Dusk that might try to get your character's attention, pointing at the spot. What could have happened?
Should anyone approach the spot, or try to attack the Dusk (it does bear a strong resemblance to non-friendly Tower Dusks), suddenly the seat that was vacated will not be, and there will be a very started Xion sitting there once more, eyes wide and afraid.]
What-
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Mailroom
[Whatever Xion was writing, she's done now, holding several letters in her hands as she stares up at all the different mailboxes. The expression on her face is unsure, and she keeps half-pulling out a letter before pushing it back in, as if she can't decide whether she wants to send them or not.
It's bothering her a lot, whatever's going on.]
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A l-little w-while ago. It w-was for o-only a m-minute but... It was w-weird.
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I think... mine was a little longer than that but... I can't tell. What time is it?
[Roughly speaking. She didn't know the exact time when she disappeared either way.]
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N-noonish? I guess it could b-be l-longer for s-some people.
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Not too long then, I think. I guess... this must be some of those unexpected side effects.
[So long as they're not permanent...]
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I've b-been t-t-tired all D-day. Even I-if I sleep.
[It's just been draining for her.</small.]
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My powers aren't working either. [She sighs.] We knew we were probably signing up for something like that, though.
[The exhaustion and lack of powers made sense, at least]
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Then again.... I g-guess it's b-better than j-just dying for real or something.
[On a list of consequences for what they did. This was reasonable to her.]