sixthiterationlogs | 001: Slippery when wet

WHO: Danny Williams
WHERE: Fountain/Inn
WHEN: Friday 17 -> 22
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Some mentioning of violence, almost freezing to death and possibly some nudity once he gets inside somewhere warm and can change clothes

Fountain/Inn Nov -17th
The cold water comes as a shock to Danny's system. He had been... well not really safe or sound for that matter but at least warm in Colombia. The last thing he remembered was calling Grace and talking to her before the guards had caught on and dragged him outside to deliver a beating. He had blacked out in the middle of it and now he is surrounded by freezing water. He blinks and sees the light far above him. It feels too far but he has no choice but to swim for it. An eternity later he breaks the surface and gulps in cold air. He can see the edge of the pool and swims for it even as he can feel his strength leaving him by the second. He manages to pull himself out of the fountain, soaking wet and for a moment he just kneels at the side of it, looking around the area.

He wants to just lay down and rest, he feels so tired. And cold. His whole body shakes with the cold and it is hard to think and to breathe. But he sees a house with lights and he feels like he can almost feel the warmth reaching for him. He somehow manages to get to his feet and stumbles towards the inn. By the time he gets to the door, he doesn't have enough strength left to raise his hand and push the door open and instead he just collapses against it.

After he gets dragged inside and changes to warm and dry clothes he will be hiding next to the most convenient heat source until he feels human again.

Inn+Outside Until 22nd
Danny spends a lot of time at the Inn. Even days later he feels like he hasn't quite gotten warm again and he likes staying somewhere it is nice and warm. The fact that there are people here who can explain where he is and what is happening is a bonus as well. After a few days, he starts to get a little bit of cabin fever though and packs on as much clothing as he can before he sets out to explore the village and get a feel for the place.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

There is a thing, commonly referred to as Rose!Logic, where she is from. A way in which Rose could twist something into a thousand different ways until it made sense in only a way that she can comprehend. Rose!Logic in this situation was simple. If she could somehow convince Danny that exploration beyond the Inn was a terrible idea, then it would somehow make her being stuck here less awful.

Nobody ever said Rose!Logic was perfect.

“Still the matter of the wind and the rain and the ice.” Nothing that somebody who had been raised in the mountains of Montana would be worried about if not for her current predicament.

His question sees any trace of emotion leech from her features, her tone equally deadpan as she replies. “You have no idea.” With little fuss, she lifts the leg of her scrubs, revealing beneath a pair of thick, woollen socks, dark bruising and an ankle that looked twice its normal size.

He makes a face at the twisted ankle and then nods. "I see. Yeah, that sucks. How long have you been here?" He settles into his chair, seemingly not caring about going outside anymore. He is pretty sure she was here when he arrived, but he doesn't really remember much of the first night. He offers her his hand. "Danny Williams, by the way."

She shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal. As far as injuries go? She'd had worse, but the timing kind of sucked. She wouldn't mind exploring on a busted ankle if she had some kind of idea what was out there.

"Rose Hathaway." Accepting his hand. "Got here the day before you." She'd seen him getting dragged in out of the cold and wondered if her own arrival had seemed quite as spectacular, her memories of it still hazy at best.

"You didn't miss much. Mine involved more clothes." The hint of a smirk touching her lips.

He raises an eyebrow. Then he realizes she is probably talking about the wet clothes being peeled off him. He blushes slightly and shakes his head. "Yeah, I am not planning on repeating that if I can help it."

He looks around and then back at her. "You know anything about what's going on here?"

She lifts her shoulders in a shrug like him stripping was no big deal to her. "Shame. From what I could tell that's the closest thing to excitement they get around here."

Rose blows out a stream of air, brushing her long hair back over her shoulder and gives a non-commital shake of her head in reply.

"Depends on who you talk to. Somebody told me we're like a bunch of lab rats and this is a really big cage. It's half science, half magic, half..." That was one two many halves. "Psychotic serial killer antics if you ask me. We're either experiments, prisoners or kidnap...ees." Or as she was starting to think, all of the above.

"Lab rats? How would that even work? I am not exactly seeing any doctors or lab coats? How would they keep watch? Is this some sort of sci fi bullshit?" He is still finding it all hard to believe, but then again it seems impossible that he'd be here yet here he is.

Rose fixed with him with a look that assured she'd reached the limit of her speculative powers and shrugged. "Hell if I know. Not my theory. I don't even care what this is, I just want out." She took the hands-on approach to dealing with problems. "Failing that... five minutes in a room with whoever is behind it."

"Yeah don't blame you there. I have a kid to go home to and I can't stay here. You know if there is someone who has managed to get out?"

Her eyebrows raise at that, as if it hadn't really occurred to her until now that people could have children who needed them back home. Perhaps what was more strange to her was that somebody considered their child a priority... but her upbringing was at best, unorthodox.

"Not that anyone has said. Most I got was that we come in through the fountain and that's about as close to an exit as people can come up with... but that it's been tried and no luck."

"But there must be a way out. Nowhere is really closed off." He frowns and shakes his head. "You've talked to a lot of people here?"

"I've threatened a lot of people here... not sure that actually counts." In her defense? Escaping one kidnapping just to land in another, wasn't exactly going to make her the easiest of people to get along with. She has settled for the most part now, at least.

"And yeah, it could be. If you stop thinking about this as a place and start seeing it as a prison."

"I've never seen or heard of a prison like this." he looks at the door. "What is with it being all old fashioned?"

He glances at her again. "It counts if you talked to them more than just threatening them."

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