sixthiterationlogs | what does it mean when you drown in a dream

WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: The Fountain
WHEN: 15th July
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Potential panic attack
STATUS: Open

Kate wonders if her family has a touch of foresight. Ned predicted two deaths: Constable Lonigan, Justice Barry, both died as he said. She dreams of drowning and wonders. Wonders and then drinks, not that drinking helps her when she's already asleep and she opens her eyes underwater and thinks, Again?

There's light, which there isn't always, and a current that pushes her up, which never happens, and she kicks, kicks her way up.

(Is it her imagination or is she actually getting closer in this dream?)

There's weight on her back, pulling at her, digging into her shoulders, making it harder to move her arms. Her imagination or no, no, no, something always goes wrong, she always drowns and this is it, isn't it isn't it isn't it maybe she should just swallow water choke and wake up but that doesn't work she can't wake up she just has to kick and kick and kick and swim and oh God oh God she's actually drowning isn't she air air air air she needs air-

She reaches the surface, gasps, bobs back down, then kicks herself up again.

Air.

Coughing, spluttering, Kate swims over to the edge of the fountain. She takes a moment to haul herself over the edge, falls, but the fall isn't much. More of a roll until she hits the ground, struggles to all fours, all the while coughing up water fit to throw up.

She knows what she needs to it. Sit up, take stock. This isn't a dream, it's not. She needs to get her long, heavy hair out of the way to see, but she can't. All she can do is crouch, cough, and gasp in air.

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He bows, and he takes care to look at her face, and at least one part of Kate relaxes a little with it. So many people here with so many different manners and this, at least, is something she suspects she might be able to trust without educating anyone.

He points to the inn and Kate nods again. "That's where I'm staying," she says.

Then she regards him for a moment. Different names for things are important, too. English bundles words together, words and terms and places.

Well, it's worth a try.

"Inn," she says, holding up a finger. Then she says, "Pub," and puts up a second finger. Two words, one places. "Pub is where people drink," and she mimes tipping a glass back.

Once he could fully understand the common language of the people here, he planned to learn the modern etiquette. His manners came from his youth before his father's death, and learning to adapt on the farm to keep the farm hands from coming after him. Before he eventually stopped fighting back all together. Good day, thank you, best of health all words he spoke to people who tried to break him, all words he genuinely meant by the time he bought his freedom back. He wanted to be better, and to be better he had to fit in somewhat.

He nodded a mild understanding. He knew stay from Jo, from Jo explaining where she stayed. Where he would stay with her. He pointed down the road a bit more. His other hand returning to his chest to motion to himself. "I stay Jo's Heimili." He spoke in a mix of his language and English. It was hard but for his second day, but he was trying. He moved his hand then. "Pub. Inn." He grasped then two names for one place. It wasn't that unusual. A nod of understanding given, and a bit of a grin, oh he got that gesture. ""Drykki" It sounded enough like drink. A bit of old Norse had been swallowed up into English, so some words were easier for him to pick up.

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Jo, Joe. It's a common name and she has even met a Jo here - a female Jo, all wiry and careful eyes - so the name is not, actually, haunting her. But sometimes, just for a moment, it feels like it.

She also doesn't know what 'heimili' is, although she suspects it is something like house or home. He is staying with Jo, that's all she thinks she needs to understand.

Still, she can understand the grin and returns it. Muted, but still warm and bright. "Drykki. Yes. Exactly. You... Found any?"

The female Jo was the very one he meant. He knew all about names that were both male and female. Thora was a female name, while Thors was male. So close but so apart. So many were named after the mighty thunderer. Thorfinn's own name was pulled from the god of thunder. Thunder Wanderer was what his name meant when translated proper. It was more fitting than his parents could have ever realized when they picked it.

He sees that haunting in her eyes but he doesn't know how to ask if she's alright. So he just offered a sympathetic look. Shaking his head to his question. "No, no Drykki. Water, yes, no mead. No Ale." Words he knew from his travels.

Names are strange things. Her own are unequivocally feminine - Catherine Ada - although the meaning she laughs at. Pure and Nobility. She prefers the link to saints, for all she isn't worthy of the linkage. She is far, far from saintly.

At his answer, she sighs, mocks a sulky pout with her full lips. "No beer, no whiskey, then."

She's more concerned under that, a fluttering but the bloody hell am I meant to go to sleep, but she's good at hiding that.

"But water's good. It is clear? Good water?"

"No." It came out in the same tone, but he was a little more confident in it. "No yet." He spoke, he was hopeful, a drink now and then would be nice. His past few years had made the fact that just water wasn't to bad. The elder master sometimes let him and Einar have a proper drink but only on special days.

"Yes, good." He answered gathering what she asked, inquiring of him. At least as best as he could anyway. He brought them to a stop before then inn and gave a shrug. He wasn't sure where else to go at least in leading her but he was willing to show her around more but something told him someone already had.

"Tell me," she says, "when there is drykki." It's nice, alcohol. Lubricates social interaction, makes one relax. Lets her get to sleep.

That there is clear water is a relief, then. Although she's not sure how to ask about tea. Tea would be... Tea would be nice. She could do with some tea.

Thorfinn Thorsson walks her to the door, and then stops, awkwardly. Fortunately, Kate has done this dance before. She steps forward, turns, smiles.

"Thank you," she says then. "And, goodbye."

With that, she vanishes into the building.

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