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genessia2014-04-23 11:19 pm
strange_unusual) wrote in genessia2014-04-23 11:19 pm
AM I DEAD? [action] [audio]
WHO: Lydia and whoever is around
WHERE: The Bay
WHEN: after midnight
WHAT: her first day at Genessia
When she finally woke up, her eyes were still heavy and it took awhile for her to blink the dreams away so she didn't realize that she was somewhere that was not her dark room at first. It was a little cold so she figured she had kicked her covers off again and tried to curl up to hold onto that last bit of warmth but her hands slid against something cold, something that didn't feel like her bed at all. Then she realized that the thing over her head wasn't the ceiling.
Her first official thought was that she was dead and buried and this was her coffin. It was brighter than she would have liked, so white. Her stepmother most likely had something to do with the design. How disappointing. For waking up in her own coffin, she felt unusually calm and was about to try and fall back asleep when the sound of water had her lifting her head.
That's when she sees the box. It doesn't look like one of her's, which makes her curious. Her first order of business is to open it and when she's gone through all the contents, she goes from curious to confused. And she thought she had known what to expect from Death. Gathering everything back into the box, she tests her coffin and discovers it's not much of one and she's not buried at all but sitting in some kind of weird cocoon in a cave of all places.
Creepy, Lydia thought with a grin as she began to venture out of the cave, picking the third doorway, box tucked to her chest. There were other cocoons in the cave but she was too shy and a bit apprehensive to check any of them. On her way out, she decided to try and give the walkie-talkie a try and see if her friends were around. It took her a few minutes but she was finally able to get it to work-
"Hello? Barbara? Adam? Are you out there?" The static response wasn't encouraging so she kept making her way down the watery hall, anxious and excited about whatever she might find.
WHERE: The Bay
WHEN: after midnight
WHAT: her first day at Genessia
When she finally woke up, her eyes were still heavy and it took awhile for her to blink the dreams away so she didn't realize that she was somewhere that was not her dark room at first. It was a little cold so she figured she had kicked her covers off again and tried to curl up to hold onto that last bit of warmth but her hands slid against something cold, something that didn't feel like her bed at all. Then she realized that the thing over her head wasn't the ceiling.
Her first official thought was that she was dead and buried and this was her coffin. It was brighter than she would have liked, so white. Her stepmother most likely had something to do with the design. How disappointing. For waking up in her own coffin, she felt unusually calm and was about to try and fall back asleep when the sound of water had her lifting her head.
That's when she sees the box. It doesn't look like one of her's, which makes her curious. Her first order of business is to open it and when she's gone through all the contents, she goes from curious to confused. And she thought she had known what to expect from Death. Gathering everything back into the box, she tests her coffin and discovers it's not much of one and she's not buried at all but sitting in some kind of weird cocoon in a cave of all places.
Creepy, Lydia thought with a grin as she began to venture out of the cave, picking the third doorway, box tucked to her chest. There were other cocoons in the cave but she was too shy and a bit apprehensive to check any of them. On her way out, she decided to try and give the walkie-talkie a try and see if her friends were around. It took her a few minutes but she was finally able to get it to work-
"Hello? Barbara? Adam? Are you out there?" The static response wasn't encouraging so she kept making her way down the watery hall, anxious and excited about whatever she might find.
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She waited for a bit, then lifted the walkie-talkie back to her mouth. "Why not? Where are they then?" It was a horrible thought, that the Maitlands weren't here. Even a little ... frightening. She looked around the cavern, expecting something black and white and striped to come slithering out of somewhere. "And where are you?" If her tone came out suspicious, it was his own fault for making her so.
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He answered the questions patiently, even with some amusement. She seemed a bit confused to him, but he figured that was to be expected. Waking up in this place had even disoriented him a bit!
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Right, the pamphlet. Everything was still in the box. Opening things that she wasn't familiar with wasn't a smart thing but then, how else to explain the place she was in? "Yeah, sure. I love to read about new places." She lied, not sure she could trust the ghost with the most, even if he was the only familiar voice so far. "Have you been here long? Gotten married to anyone else yet?" It was supposed to be a joke but she was anxious about the can of worms she just tipped over.
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"You really want to go there, babes? 'Cause, no, I haven't moved on to someone else. We had a deal and I kept my end of it. Far as I'm concerned, you still owe me, including for the damn sandworm! Ever been bitten by an animal? Imagine being chewed on whole."
That wasn't entirely true. He blamed Barbara for the sandworm, not Lydia, but, again, she didn't need to know that. The point was he'd kept his word and she hadn't. Sooner or later, he had to find a way to collect.
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This wasn't the time to get into an argument so her tone was soft and she was starting to feel bad again about the sandworm. She hadn't meant for that to happen but she hadn't wanted to get married either.
"Look, I'm sorry about that. How was I supposed to know about the sandworm? Besides, Barbara was only trying to help me. You can't blame her either."
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He sulked, leaning back onto the couch. Right now, Betelgeuse was haunting a small, but very comfortably furnished apartment in downtown Genessia. He was tempted, for some reason, to go meet Lydia down at the Bay, but so far had resisted. He doubted she really wanted his help, she already owed him one favor, and, well, really, what could he do? Give her a guided tour? Nah. She'd be fine on her own. Right?
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Fiancee. There was truth in that, wasn't there? She'd begged him to save her friends, even at the cost of her own freedom and for only being fourteen at the time, freedom was all she had. She had never thought of getting married and certainly not to someone like him. Now that she was here, wherever here was or whatever it was called, would he still hold her to that deal? "I don't suppose you would let me out of that?" She had to ask. What was the harm, right?
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She owed him, right? Seriously, he wasn't big on the idea of marriage, himself, but he figured she could do a lot worse. Of course, he wasn't at all sure getting married here would free him, the way it would in their world, but dammit, he was going to get something out of the situation. She owed him.
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She groaned. "The fact that I was and still am under age doesn't bother you, I guess." Why would it? He was dead. "Guess now that I'm dead, it doesn't matter anyway. I thought death would be less ... watery."
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That wasn't concern in his voice, was it? Because she couldn't see the man being concerned about anyone but himself. He just seemed like the selfish sort. She didn't correct him again on the 'babes' since technically he did use her name. Kind of. "I don't really remember. I guess I just assumed. Isn't this the other side?"
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"WHEN were you alive? The Dark Ages?" That would explain the smell. And the teeth. She wasn't dead? Guess that was a good thing. The name Genessia made more sense now. She'd grown up in New York so practically anywhere else felt like a whole other world. Maybe this was the Bermuda Triangle.
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Modern people, jeez! Betelgeuse liked a lot of things about the modern world, but his life hadn't been so bad, even without running water and television. There'd still been booze, food, and girls. Really, what more did a person need?
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He wasn't threatening her, was he? What exactly would he do if she DID say something offensive? Sure, the guy had the moral compass of a cockroach but she didn't get the feeling that he was entirely bad. Then again- best be careful. "So then, you're, what? Seven hundred years old?"
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He chortles, just thinking about it. Really, though, this is good. They're talking, which is far better than her running away screaming or something!
"Not quite. I'm six hundred and thirty...something. I don't really keep close track of what year it is, anymore."
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She didn't want to get married. That was a problem she was going to have to solve somehow. She'd had a year but she'd also thought she never had to worry about Betelgeuse again.
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A very small part of Betelgeuse recognized that Lydia was very young, probably too young, maybe, but hell. What living woman wasn't too young, compared to him? She'd grow into a full adult soon enough. He wondered if he should tell her that many nobles in his time married, while still children, then took up residence together, once both parties were of age.