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eastbound2022-11-03 05:55 pm
makemeasong) wrote in eastbound2022-11-03 05:55 pm
audio { un: hide-and-seek }
[ Clara isn't sure how long it is before she feels capable of having a conversation, one where she's able to coherently explain her interaction with the Child. She's been sitting with her thoughts, turning over every level in her mind, all the things she saw and felt. By the time the Doctor had found her on Level Three, she'd already been through enough to hide in a dark room, uncharacteristically unsure of what to do. They'd wound up getting to the top of the tower together, he'd seen her through the sickness, but he'd gone back for others. That had left her alone to talk with the Child when he appeared without a sound by her side. Now, it's time to share what she's learned.
She may be feeling up to conversation, but not enough for video, and after this, only enough to text. When she begins, her voice is already hoarse, rough around the edges. ]
Right, jumping straight to it this time 'round. I had an interesting conversation with the Child. The kid in the fox mask. He said some things I'm sharing so we can talk them out or whatever we need to do. This may be a coincidence since I dunno know what the tower was or wasn't manipulating at that point, but anytime he stood with his umbrella over me, I felt better, less like I was sick. I also still have it, the umbrella. He left it.
[ She'd tried to give it back to him, and he'd let her have it without saying anything about it. ]
Alright, I'll get to it because we're all exhausted. The conversation started when he told me I 'wouldn't like what I see' and followed that hit up with 'seeing the undead isn't the same as knowing what's happening.' I guess he knows about the dragon eyes and what they do. I asked him who could help us know what we need to understand the rest, but his only suggestion was to ask his parents. He mentioned his father knows everything. Lots of kids think that, though.
Third fact of fun: fox-face told me his father could help anyone except me. And I dunno if he meant me specifically or all of us? Because he finished that bit up by saying he—as in himself—'made things sick' but didn't mean to and he's sorry. The kid also referred to a 'him' and 'he' a lot. Mentioned if 'he' were here, 'he' would know why we were sick. I'm assuming the father is the same 'him,' but it was never clear. Could be two totally separate beings.
[ But here's where things get even more interesting. ]
Next, kid says he was in Serthica after a ship dropped him off to play with the dragons. He seemed pretty excited about the idea that said dragons were big enough to eat 'him.' Still dunno if that's different from dad.
[ Now for the real dick move: ]
The Child said he was playing with me, with us. I think I guilted him into admitting we're his toys, just playthings. The dollhouse built just for him with us as the living dolls. Then he was gone. Not before saying he was glad to have us as toys.
[ Clara rubs a hand over her face, sighing audibly. ]
Other fine details include: he doesn't know how to keep us from getting sick, he doesn't understand why we get sick or how to stop us from dying (so he claims), and he blamed me or...us, I guess, for coming to a place where the sickness is. He insisted he was a good kid who only came to play with dragons.
[ By the time she's done, she's satisfied she hasn't missed anything — hopes so at least. ]
That's all I know. Or at least it's all I can remember. Was a long day, but I don't have to tell you lot that. Hopefully, this helps with something.
She may be feeling up to conversation, but not enough for video, and after this, only enough to text. When she begins, her voice is already hoarse, rough around the edges. ]
Right, jumping straight to it this time 'round. I had an interesting conversation with the Child. The kid in the fox mask. He said some things I'm sharing so we can talk them out or whatever we need to do. This may be a coincidence since I dunno know what the tower was or wasn't manipulating at that point, but anytime he stood with his umbrella over me, I felt better, less like I was sick. I also still have it, the umbrella. He left it.
[ She'd tried to give it back to him, and he'd let her have it without saying anything about it. ]
Alright, I'll get to it because we're all exhausted. The conversation started when he told me I 'wouldn't like what I see' and followed that hit up with 'seeing the undead isn't the same as knowing what's happening.' I guess he knows about the dragon eyes and what they do. I asked him who could help us know what we need to understand the rest, but his only suggestion was to ask his parents. He mentioned his father knows everything. Lots of kids think that, though.
Third fact of fun: fox-face told me his father could help anyone except me. And I dunno if he meant me specifically or all of us? Because he finished that bit up by saying he—as in himself—'made things sick' but didn't mean to and he's sorry. The kid also referred to a 'him' and 'he' a lot. Mentioned if 'he' were here, 'he' would know why we were sick. I'm assuming the father is the same 'him,' but it was never clear. Could be two totally separate beings.
[ But here's where things get even more interesting. ]
Next, kid says he was in Serthica after a ship dropped him off to play with the dragons. He seemed pretty excited about the idea that said dragons were big enough to eat 'him.' Still dunno if that's different from dad.
[ Now for the real dick move: ]
The Child said he was playing with me, with us. I think I guilted him into admitting we're his toys, just playthings. The dollhouse built just for him with us as the living dolls. Then he was gone. Not before saying he was glad to have us as toys.
[ Clara rubs a hand over her face, sighing audibly. ]
Other fine details include: he doesn't know how to keep us from getting sick, he doesn't understand why we get sick or how to stop us from dying (so he claims), and he blamed me or...us, I guess, for coming to a place where the sickness is. He insisted he was a good kid who only came to play with dragons.
[ By the time she's done, she's satisfied she hasn't missed anything — hopes so at least. ]
That's all I know. Or at least it's all I can remember. Was a long day, but I don't have to tell you lot that. Hopefully, this helps with something.
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As for your voice being shot, do you need tea or anything?
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[ Her voice is tired; she'd done her share of shouting after people in the dark, terrified and trying to get to levers. She hadn't been able to keep from shouting herself when being slashed with a knife. Clara's seen other people with injuries and she wonders how a kid comes up with all of that horror on his own. ]
I've been getting a quick and dirty education of happenings in Serthica. I need a reference guide if you happen to have one of those handy.
(kidding.)
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[ He does not mind providing her with tea. When it came to him and his wife it was always wine or tea. Tea is better for a person's throat. ]
I wish such a thing existed. Maybe one of us should make one some day.
[ He may or may not be kidding. ]
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[ Sugar and a splash of cream in coffee, but not in tea. ]
I'm not sure what we'd even write at this point, nothing's ever the same for long. We could, however, come up with a slogan. 'Serthica: where the only constant is trauma.'
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[ Coffee, however, is not something he has drank. Normally? It was tea or wine. ]
That is, unfortunately, almost every place that we have been so far. Nothing but trauma.
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[ The people who told her (including the Doctor) have no reason to say otherwise, but it's hard to take things at face value when she's been through some harrowing, and frankly, downright terrifying moments. ]
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