❦ 01

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[though it very much seems otherwise, he knows that it can't actually be a dream because of how immediately and distinctly not right he feels upon finding himself in this decadent little room. Doing his best to remain calm, he pokes around, finding an exceedingly strange book with his name on it, peeking through drawers and listening for sounds. Eventually, his search leads him out into hall of faceless doorways, down some stairs, and into a sprawling lobby. Just wandering, hypersensitive and quiet, until he hopefully walks into something that makes some sense. Just stay calm...

He finally stops when he reaches a window, staring--a little shellshocked--at nothing but fog. ...And there he stays for some time, silent in deeply unsettled thought.

Finally, he suddenly remembers the book in his hands. It gives him something to fiddle with, fidgeting with the little clockwork gears until something finally clicks into place and the thing falls suddenly open]

...That seems a bit much.

[and the book helpfully jots down his words for him]

--Oh.

[there is no way this could be a good sign]

Comments

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Yes! [ sdkjfksdgs c: ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

You may need some practice on it.

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Oh... [ Nirel looks down at his hand like it's weird or something ): ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[he rubs the side of his head, also idly looking at the guy's hand like it's weird or something]

Who are you?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Nirel... [ he brings it up, sniffs, then licks it once--and decides HAND IS FINE, this guys must be weird ]

Your name?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[--yeah, handlicker, Tek is the weird one. He forces a detached smile]

I'll tell you my name if you tell me where I am.

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

.......? [ ksjdgksgs Nirel just tilts his head ]

Here?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

...And where is 'here?'

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Cas... [ NO WAIT that was the old one 8I what did cerberus call the new place... ]

Tow...toowl...tool?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

...


[rubbing his head again. ugh.]

'Tool?' Really? That's your answer?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Don't remember! Never lived not outside before...

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[a slow blink. he's beginning to get a headache.]

You're not very bright, are you?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Of course. Not light! [ Weirdo :I ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

...Of course not.

[ugh.]

Do you have a name, at least?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Mm! Nirel. Nice meeting.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Nice meeting to you too.

So... before 'not outside,' where was it that you lived?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Outside...lots of sand. Hot! Every day and no wet falling. Then went to forest! Lots of flower rock tree.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Flower rock tree, huh?

Sounds exciting.

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Was! First time saw--lots so fresh. And dirt! No dirt with sand and rock.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Oh my-- dirt? Really?

[so patronizing, as if someone who would actually catch it is standing by and laughing with him]

And then what happened? How did you come to live not outside?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Met young! Ah...moral. Short-life moral. [ he means...mortals.... ]

Follow them and then...in new place. Papa there! And Witch. Brought not-outside and live there until here now.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[he follows most of it, anyway...]

And how did you end up here now?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Woke up outside. Cloud everywhere...

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

And you don't know how or why that happened?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

[ he shakes his head! ]

Uh-uh.