Sabriel Arrival

[bindsthedead]

WHO: Sabriel
WHERE: The bunker, and South Village
WHEN: January 20 to January 24
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Discussion of and thoughts of death, mentions of violence?

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Arrival; Closed to 60; Jan 20

Sabriel floats in the tube. She doesn't wake, instead dreaming of a river, dank and cold and relentless, and of stars that spread out forever, becoming symbols that swirl and dance around her.

If it weren't for the display showing that she's very much alive, she'd be pale enough to be a corpse, black hair floating around her face like some strange kind of seaweed.

South Village; OTA Jan 20-24

Sabriel wastes no time trying to get a sense of where she is. She's been stripped of her magic, her sword, her bells... and she needs to get back to the Old Kingdom as quick as she can. Touchstone's waiting for her after all, and there is work for them both in the Old Kingdom.

But she isn't stupid enough to go running off into the wilderness- everyone here has arrived in a similar manner to her, and if there was a sure or easy way back, they would have taken it. So she moves through the buildings, and stops in the Inn, reading over every record she can find and committing all of it to memory. She's not sure what to think of the history of previous incidents, but at least the information about plants and animals is helpful, even if there doesn't seem to be a complete map. And they're serving lunch, which is always helpful.

Next she heads to the library, reviewing the information about surviving in the wilderness- she knows some of it, but she's also used to having tools and powers that she no longer possesses. So instead she reviews the information about building fires, foraging setting up snares, field-dressing game, finding and building shelter- there's a lot to review. And it helps her keep her mind from wandering back to other things, like the feeling of being pierced by her own sword, or her father- And Colonel Horyse- and Ellimere-

Sabriel realizes she's been staring at the same page for five minutes, and her hands are shaking. She steadies them, and turns the page.

That evening, she curls up in a corner of the inn's front room and tries not to cry. She has to live, and she has to get back to the Old Kingdom.

The next day, things are a little easier- she visits the blacksmith's and the butcher's and several other places in the village, to see what people do, and if there's any way she can be useful.

The day after, she borrows a spear and knife from the village store, and goes hunting- it's mostly an excuse to see what's in the wilderness around the village, but when she returns with a rabbit, she feels more useful than she has since she arrived.

Comments

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"Radios," he echoes. The disdain is audible. Connor shakes his head, stepping forward to one of the computers. He ignores the keyboard, placing a hand over the panel just above it.

"Technology doesn't exist outside certain areas. Present company excluded." Eyebrows raise, and the skin from his hand begins to peel back: revealing bone-white plastic exoskeleton beneath.

"Like I said. I'm sure you'll feel perfectly at home."

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Sabriel leans forward, looking surprised- but also curious.

"So Ancelstierre isn't as advanced as its citizens believe," It's spoken more to herself than to Connor, but her attention shifts back to him.

"So you're some sort of- mechanical Sending? One not bound to any particular location, or our captors wouldn't have been able to take you. And whoever made you gave you a face, and a voice." And far more of a personality than any Sending Sabriel had met. Why had it- he? let her out of the tube, and asked her those questions?

"Since our definitions of 'primitive' don't seem quite the same- does yours include plumbing and roofs that don't leak? Perhaps even telephones? It can't be too primitive, or people would be trying to live in this bunker."