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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 11:39 am
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They fall and fall and fall. It's peaceful, the falling. It could go on forever. They're long past the point where falling feels like anything: they might as well be floating. No gravity left to hold them down, just an ineffable pull. It takes a long time for them to spot the end of their fall, but when they do there's just a moment to think this is going to hurt before they land on their feet, gentle as snowfall. It doesn't hurt at all.
They are in a room with a single door, hardwood floors and comfortable chairs. There is a stranger there: she is white, blonde, and pretty. At her touch, the walls extrude shelves upon shelves of books. Their titles are in a strange language which no one present can read. The woman can, though, or at least it seems that way. She plucks titles from the shelves and props them up against her hip. Then she turns, and when she spots the group--still falling, still arriving--she startles, dropping the heavy book in her hand.
"Sorry," she says. "I wasn't expecting guests. You must be here to fix the veil?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 4:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 5:45 pm
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Veronica had spent the first few minutes completely scared, hat discarded somewhere in the chasm, but after a while of feeling weightless and seeing no end in sight, Veronica relaxed. There was a steadily growing anxiety of how she'd land, but she assumed she actually wouldn't and the rest of her life would be spent there, suspended in the middle of limbo. She was actually quite surprised when a definite end was in sight, and after a quick adjusting of her glasses, felt the scream in her throat threaten to come back to her. She supposed this was her end.
...Only, her feet landed on the floor with a soft tap, rippling dress deflating soon after. Vero felt dimly surprised, brushing her windswept hair back and glancing around the room with a deep rooted curiosity. She'd heard the questions the others had made, offering those that arrived a small wave-- now all was left was wait for her answer, stepping toward the front of the group and listening in expectantly even though she had no idea what was actually happening. It was only then that she realized no one had asked the few questions she had. After a beat of silence, the female glanced around the neat library, rocking back and forth on her feet. "What is this place? Where are we?" While she was fairly certain they were in the hole, Veronica felt there had to be a better answer than just that.
Quote: there was a mini wave for those arriving! waggles hands
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 6:05 pm
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Alexis lands with a gentle splash, water under their shoes to stop their fall (not that they need it), eyes wide as they accidentally stumble into Veronica. "s**t, I'm sorry, you alright?" They take a step back from Jeremiah, of course, because this is never the time and will hopefully never ever be the time (the time for what doesn't matter -- just. Well. It'll never be the time).
-- Ashton put a half-patronizing hand on Preacher's shoulder, her grip gentle. "It's not the worst place I've seen people make out, at least." She seems to think better of it, then, and withdraws her hand. "I'm sorry - that was rude of me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 6:11 pm
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Resigned and ready, Jamie fell with Shiloh, he let the rift swallow them whole because that was what they had to do. It wasn't that he'd left his fear behind, that wasn't quite true. This time, like last time, and the time before, and all the times in the future if they survived this, he'd made the decision to stand up and face what scared him. With a strength he always seemed to forget he possessed, he'd keep going.
That was the plan, anyway. Then Oliver threw a monkey wrench right into it.
Realistically, he didn't do much, though. Nothing changed, this still fell, but now it wasn't just the two of them. Jamie was torn, conflicted by the things he felt when he saw that identical face staring down at them with very real confusion. It was good to see him, to know they'd have his help in facing what come. If he was anything like Shiloh, he'd be able to hold his own. On the other hand, an emotion even stronger was worry, was regret, was something deep and apologetic. It Jamie hadn't introduced Ollie to the idea of magic, hadn't opened his eyes to the existence of the Otherworld, would he have been here now? There was guilt in that thought.
Jamie opened his mouth to say something, to respond, but like Oliver his voice was lost to the void. There was nothing but darkness and stars and falling and it began to feel like it would never end.
At least I'm not alone, Jamie thought, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. They landed on Shiloh, illuminated by stars. I have Shiloh. I feel safe. Even though the world was opening up beneath them. Reality, solid and there, showed itself beneath their feet, but Jamie's attention lingered on other things.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 6:28 pm
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It's hard to stay scared when you fall long enough to feel comfortable with it. There's a chance to breathe and so America does, silently counting along with every breathe until her heart evens alongside it. She thinks of flying and the vastness of magic and it's almost nice. When the floor appears and she gently steps down from her fall, there is that familiar spark of joy at the strangeness and miracles, despite everything upsetting above and before.
What's really nice, though, is the pretty lady's question. As Shun and Jer (so he jumped after all, huh? or got booted in for making out up there) and the others confirm and ask questions, America finds her attention briefly drawn to the books.
They didn't seem to be in a language she knew or had even glimpsed in passing, and maybe it was a magic sort but maybe it was just from some country where everyone had too many z's in their name. With a soft little hum, America pulled out her phone to take a few picture of the shelves to show to Taym later, bless his nerdy little heart.
There was definitely going to be a later, after all. Definitely.
ashdownn crier ahjhd does her phone even work here tho
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