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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-15 05:12 pm
ottimismo) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-12-15 05:12 pm
001 ✝ there's an angel with a hand on my head
WHO: Sonny Carisi
WHERE: The fountain and the inn
WHEN: 12/14
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Nooothing? Will update as needed.
STATUS: Open
THE FOUNTAIN
At first, Sonny thinks he's dreaming.
There was a place their parents would take him and his sisters on vacation when they were little. As he got older, he learned that they were really just visiting his mother's family in Jersey, which really isn't much of a vacation at all when you live in New York. But they always got to swim in their auntie's pool while they were there, and Sonny would swim until his fingers were wrinkly and his eyes were red from the chlorine and his mother had to tell him three separate times that it was time for dinner.
He and his sisters got older. They did more sunbathing than swimming, and Sonny found he enjoyed helping his mom and aunt around the kitchen more than taking a dip in the pool.
Still, this reminds him of that, at first. The water's around him, warm to the touch, and it takes him a moment to realize he's not, in fact, dreaming, but that the burning in his lungs is real. He's drowning.
It's all instinct after that. The water presses around him, pushing him upwards, and Sonny kicks his feet, straining towards the lighter part of the water. He doesn't think about how he got in the water, or what body of water he could possibly be in. He only thinks about getting out, about breathing, about breaking the surface. And when he manages that, it's with a dramatic gasp of air, his lungs expanding painfully as he pulls in a much needed breath. One hand gropes blindly until he finds stone, gripping the edge of the fountain.
A fountain. He's in a fountain. He blinks water out of his eyes, pushing his sopping hair back with one hand. It occurs to him quite suddenly that the water wasn't warm, but that he was numb. It's sleeting, and it stabs at his exposed arms painfully. He's aware that there's a backpack strapped to his back, but more important, where the hell is he?
"Hello?" he calls out, and he can't even be bothered by how silly it feels.
THE INN
Eventually, he gets some answers, though not very many. And in the process of that, he manages his way to the inn, where he changes into dry clothes that are apparently his and sits down beside the fire to warm up. His hair's an unkempt mess and his bones still feel cold, his eyes tired. He's hungry, too. But he's too busy thinking for anything like food or sleep.
He tugs his backpack into his lap, digging through it a second time to review what's inside. Like maybe it'll hold more answers than it did before. This is what he does, though. Review, and review again, and again, until something looks different, until you notice something new.
After all, he is a cop.
WHERE: The fountain and the inn
WHEN: 12/14
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Nooothing? Will update as needed.
STATUS: Open
THE FOUNTAIN
At first, Sonny thinks he's dreaming.
There was a place their parents would take him and his sisters on vacation when they were little. As he got older, he learned that they were really just visiting his mother's family in Jersey, which really isn't much of a vacation at all when you live in New York. But they always got to swim in their auntie's pool while they were there, and Sonny would swim until his fingers were wrinkly and his eyes were red from the chlorine and his mother had to tell him three separate times that it was time for dinner.
He and his sisters got older. They did more sunbathing than swimming, and Sonny found he enjoyed helping his mom and aunt around the kitchen more than taking a dip in the pool.
Still, this reminds him of that, at first. The water's around him, warm to the touch, and it takes him a moment to realize he's not, in fact, dreaming, but that the burning in his lungs is real. He's drowning.
It's all instinct after that. The water presses around him, pushing him upwards, and Sonny kicks his feet, straining towards the lighter part of the water. He doesn't think about how he got in the water, or what body of water he could possibly be in. He only thinks about getting out, about breathing, about breaking the surface. And when he manages that, it's with a dramatic gasp of air, his lungs expanding painfully as he pulls in a much needed breath. One hand gropes blindly until he finds stone, gripping the edge of the fountain.
A fountain. He's in a fountain. He blinks water out of his eyes, pushing his sopping hair back with one hand. It occurs to him quite suddenly that the water wasn't warm, but that he was numb. It's sleeting, and it stabs at his exposed arms painfully. He's aware that there's a backpack strapped to his back, but more important, where the hell is he?
"Hello?" he calls out, and he can't even be bothered by how silly it feels.
THE INN
Eventually, he gets some answers, though not very many. And in the process of that, he manages his way to the inn, where he changes into dry clothes that are apparently his and sits down beside the fire to warm up. His hair's an unkempt mess and his bones still feel cold, his eyes tired. He's hungry, too. But he's too busy thinking for anything like food or sleep.
He tugs his backpack into his lap, digging through it a second time to review what's inside. Like maybe it'll hold more answers than it did before. This is what he does, though. Review, and review again, and again, until something looks different, until you notice something new.
After all, he is a cop.
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They were about to have a long talk, she knew, and she wasn't looking forward to being the one to tell him. She could never know ahead of time if the person was going to take it very well. But he'd made it this far so that was a start. "I can fix you a drink and explain it though. Or try. Something to warm you up, maybe?" But maybe she was going about this all wrong. Riza decided to back track a little. "My name's Riza Hawkeye...welcome to the village inn."
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That doesn't mean he's going to be prepared with what she has to tell him, though. Not in the slightest. The only reason he's not losing his shit entirely already is because he's focusing very hard on the present, and what he needs to do now. Which is get dry and warm up and sit down before he collapses or something else equally as embarrassing.
"I'm Sonny Carisi," he says, and his breath still feels a little cold and rattly in his chest. "Something warm to drink sounds great, thank you. Is there somewhere I can sit down?"
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"Have a seat near the fire," she gestured to a few tables that were gathered around the inn's main room and generous fire place. They did a good job of keeping the firewood stocked and the room as warm as they could. It came in handy for these winter fountain arrivals, not to mention just in general during the past few months. That was probably one of many reasons the inn was a comforting stop for most. "I'll check the kitchen. Miss Kate keeps it stocked fairly well. I'll be back soon," she said, figuring he could make himself comfortable here and she could check for anything warm in the kitchen.
Leaving him to it, she made her way to the back of the inn and into the kitchen. It wasn't quite time for the daily meal, though that didn't always mean she wouldn't find someone in the kitchen working on food prep or just making something for themselves. It was empty though and Riza made her way to a kettle and started putting together a warm beverage. She was doing her best to conserve her tea, but they certainly were starting to run low on it. Still, what point was there in having it if she didn't use it when needed. She had some unpleasant news to share and this would help--even if only a little.
Once the water had boiled she prepped a trey to take out to him. She placed a tea pot, two cups, and a few left-over fritters on the tray. The fritters might not be the best since they were cold, but it was better than nothing. She collected these and returned to the main room. She wished she'd thought to grab a blanket as well, though it was unlikely she would have found one in the kitchen. She'd check on Sonny first and see how he was holding up.
Riza set the tea tray down carefully, "I'm afraid we only have tea and not really any sugar. But it's warm and a fresh pot at that," she added. She wasn't sure if coffee would have been a good idea anyway.
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It's probably impolite, but he takes it upon himself to drag one of the chairs directly in front of the fire, opening the blanket around himself to trap the heat around him. Unfortunately, now that he's alone and getting warm, he has time to think.
He doesn't know where he is. He's woken up in a fountain, somehow, in a town that's definitely not New York City. Hell, it might not even be New York state. Maybe he's been drugged. He's pretty sure the last thing he remembers is getting into bed for the night. How he got form his apartment in New York City to a fountain in wherever this is is beyond him. Maybe they've all been drugged.
That seems unlikely. Not that anything else really seems more likely. He's staring blankly at the fire when Riza returns, and he snaps out of the daze as she speaks.
"No, no. This is great." He pours himself some tea, taking a small sip of it before just wrapping his fingers around it and letting the warmth of it seep through his hands. Slowly, but surely, he's beginning to warm up. "Thank you."
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"You're welcome. We try to look out for each other around here...especially for new arrivals," she says before taking a seat on a nearby bench near the fire and taking a sip from her tea. "Now that you aren't in danger of freezing to death, I can try to answer your questions. But I'm going to tell you ahead of time that a lot them will probably be guesses at best and just unknown at worse."
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Maybe he's just feeling like he needs something to do.
"I have so many, I'm not really sure where to start," he admits, frowning at the fire. "Like where we are and what day it is and how I wound up in that fountain."
He stops, pulling his gaze away from the fire to look at Riza apologetically. "Sorry. One at a time, right?"
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She listened as the questions flew out of him -- honestly not as many as he might think. She couldn't help but even smile a little at his last one, nodding, "It usually helps to tackle things one at a time, yes."
Now came the downside though, and she sighed, "Unfortunately, and this might seem strange, but we don't really know where or when. The location is secluded -- we're in a valley that has high cliffs surrounding us, dense woods, and a river with a nice waterfall. However, there wasn't exactly a sign post as you may have noticed and any records that may have been here are missing. There is no technology to reach out to other people with and seemingly no way to scale the walls of the surrounding cliffs."
"And your guess as to how you wound up in the fountain is as good as mine. That's how everyone has gotten here -- it appears to be the only way in and none of us have any memory of changing clothes or taking a plunge like that. At least, none so far." She'd hold back on discussing other dimensions and other worlds, sometimes it was better to gauge that sort of thing.
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A victim of whatever this is. Kidnapping is probably the most accurate term, but even that feels too little to describe this.
"Okay," he says, attempting to wrap his mind around this. "Okay, that makes sense, I guess. I mean-- not really, but...."
But he'll accept it, he supposes. He sighs, bringing the cup to his mouth to take a sip. It's warm, although bitter, but it soothes his throat all the same. "Someone would've had to put us in the fountain, right? It's not like we just showed up there, somebody had to put us there. And that's something other people would've noticed. Right?"
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When she had gotten here, it had mostly been questions to ascertain if this was just a continuation of Project Daisychain -- still logical, but she jumped past most of the normal preliminary questions.
"Correct. If you're like the rest of us though, it stands to reason you don't remember that part though, right?" She asked because if they ever had a change in that pattern it would mean a lot. She continued, "There were some earthquakes awhile back -- shortly after I arrived actually. During that time the fountain cracked and was drained. We spent a few days watching it, trying to catch the moment when someone arrived. We've had people dive back into the water when it was warmer and look at the bottom too, but with it drained we could constantly have eyes on it." While this may sound promising, it's far from it and Riza tried her best not to tease that hope, "Every time someone new arrived while the fountain was drain, the person watching was conveniently distracted by something -- they'd suddenly pass out or an animal would come out of nowhere and attack."
She shook her head, because even explaining it sounds crazy, but they had tried everything to catch a peak at the mechanism that brought them here and there had been no such luck. "It sounds ridiculous, but whoever is bringing us here does not want us discovering how."
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Still. He's just bouncing ideas around. Still learning, gathering the information and throwing out the ideas that everybody else has already learned and thrown out. And he just has to keep trying, keep suggesting, keep fighting.
He feels a little like he's in law school again. Only everything that happens here has a lot more consequences. It's a lot more dire.
"Do you think they're drugging us?" he asks, because unfortunately, he has too much knowledge and experience with that sort of thing. "I mean, there's tons of drugs that are fast acting, that'll knock you out and come with memory loss. I mean, most of them are orally transmitted, not airborne, but...."
He's just trying to look at this logically. Because if he doesn't, it leaves the only answer being something ridiculous like magic, and he's not willing to touch that yet.
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Unfortunately though, a lot of his questions don't have answers yet. "It's a possibility and honesty pretty likely. Unfortunately though, we have no way of proving if drugs are being used or not. There's no way to test for it that I'm aware of, but of the possibilities out there it is probably one that makes the most sense," she answered.