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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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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.