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sixthiterationlogs2016-07-31 08:25 pm
notsocommon) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-07-31 08:25 pm
life without end [open]
WHO: Dr. Helen Magnus
WHERE: The Fountain; the town
WHEN: 1 August
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open
Helen had lived for an extraordinarily long time but there were still moments in which this life took her by surprise. This was one of those; her lungs burned and she twisted and pulled and clawed her way upward toward pale light in a vain hope that this was the way out. From what she could tell, it was some sort of narrow waterway. Stone, possibly, a cistern? A cave? Regardless, she wanted out and as quickly as possible. After narrowly missing the lip of the stone with her skull, she used the last of her strength to push herself out onto the ground and coughed loudly, trying her damndest to catch her breath again.
After all she'd seen and done, she didn't want so ignoble a death as a drowning and she glared back at the fountain with particular vitriol before hugging her knees to her chest and looking up at the sky. This wasn't her Sanctuary. This wasn't the old, rambling house she'd come to love over the last century in Old City and it certainly wasn't her new, state of the art facility beneath the ground. This was somewhere else entirely and she wasn't certain that she trusted it. Had she been teleported here? So far as she knew, John was dead, but it wouldn't be beyond him to teleport her some place where she had no frame of reference and leave her at his mercy.
She looked down at her waterlogged clothes and found that instead of the smart suit she'd been wearing earlier that day in the office, she was in dark blue scrubs instead. She had no surgeries on her schedule for the day but, again, those things weren't always planned. Neither was this jaunt, though it seemed she'd been pulled along on it anyway. Reaching for the edge of the fountain, she pushed herself upright and stood on shaky legs. She leaned over and peered into the fountain, trying to see where she'd come up from, but there was nothing but flat, clear water and her own bedraggled reflection that peered back at her. Oh.
"Bloody hell, I look dreadful," she said, quickly combing her fingers through her hair to try and repair the worst of the tangles. It could be dealt with later, yes, but it had been a long time since she'd looked quite this pathetic in public. Still, there were other, more important things than her appearance to be dealt with and she decided to simply pick a direction and start walking, start trying to make sense of the place she'd just wound up in.
"Well, Helen, now you've gone and managed to get yourself into a bind, haven't you? Nothing but the clothes on your back and...well, what's this?" There was a pack beside her, as well, and opening it revealed a few additional articles of clothing but no clues as to the origin of it or the identity of the place she found herself in. "You could have at least included a map," she muttered. "That would have been helpful."
She would persevere. She always had.
WHERE: The Fountain; the town
WHEN: 1 August
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open
Helen had lived for an extraordinarily long time but there were still moments in which this life took her by surprise. This was one of those; her lungs burned and she twisted and pulled and clawed her way upward toward pale light in a vain hope that this was the way out. From what she could tell, it was some sort of narrow waterway. Stone, possibly, a cistern? A cave? Regardless, she wanted out and as quickly as possible. After narrowly missing the lip of the stone with her skull, she used the last of her strength to push herself out onto the ground and coughed loudly, trying her damndest to catch her breath again.
After all she'd seen and done, she didn't want so ignoble a death as a drowning and she glared back at the fountain with particular vitriol before hugging her knees to her chest and looking up at the sky. This wasn't her Sanctuary. This wasn't the old, rambling house she'd come to love over the last century in Old City and it certainly wasn't her new, state of the art facility beneath the ground. This was somewhere else entirely and she wasn't certain that she trusted it. Had she been teleported here? So far as she knew, John was dead, but it wouldn't be beyond him to teleport her some place where she had no frame of reference and leave her at his mercy.
She looked down at her waterlogged clothes and found that instead of the smart suit she'd been wearing earlier that day in the office, she was in dark blue scrubs instead. She had no surgeries on her schedule for the day but, again, those things weren't always planned. Neither was this jaunt, though it seemed she'd been pulled along on it anyway. Reaching for the edge of the fountain, she pushed herself upright and stood on shaky legs. She leaned over and peered into the fountain, trying to see where she'd come up from, but there was nothing but flat, clear water and her own bedraggled reflection that peered back at her. Oh.
"Bloody hell, I look dreadful," she said, quickly combing her fingers through her hair to try and repair the worst of the tangles. It could be dealt with later, yes, but it had been a long time since she'd looked quite this pathetic in public. Still, there were other, more important things than her appearance to be dealt with and she decided to simply pick a direction and start walking, start trying to make sense of the place she'd just wound up in.
"Well, Helen, now you've gone and managed to get yourself into a bind, haven't you? Nothing but the clothes on your back and...well, what's this?" There was a pack beside her, as well, and opening it revealed a few additional articles of clothing but no clues as to the origin of it or the identity of the place she found herself in. "You could have at least included a map," she muttered. "That would have been helpful."
She would persevere. She always had.
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That was what she'd enjoyed the most over the course of her life - helping people, helping Abnormals, making the world a bit better than the way it'd been when she found it. Perhaps she could do that here, as well, for however long she was marooned.
"It isn't that different from Danish, not as much as you'd think. I think we can teach you quickly."
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"I want to learn, I will do my best. It gets a bit ..." he trailed off, mostly because it might be unbecoming of a man to say lonely. He wasn't a warrior anymore, but he still had those rules about himself. He couldn't look weak before someone else. "You should speak to Jo Harvelle, and Veronica." He spoke the name of the two he knew best, the woman he viewed as family and the woman he met when he came out of the water. "They may be able to give answers if answers are to be had."
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"I'll remember to ask them. For now, though, if you could show me this village, I will appreciate it."
The Danish came easier the more she spoke it and Helen thought this might be beneficial in more way than one. It was a language she'd enjoyed learning those years ago and getting more comfortable and more proficient in it was only a plus.
"Does everyone speak English here, then? Have you encountered anything else?"
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It was so nice to just be able to talk to someone. It was like a weight was being lifted off his chest that he hadn't even realized was there. His small communications with those who knew like words was far and few between, but this was easier and made him feel a lot better.
"Everyone I have met speaks English. I do not know everyone though, I spend most of my days in the wild. So far just English, there are a couple who know a few words here and there." He motioned back towards the fountain, but more so beyond, he used the fountain park as a landmark to get back to the village from the woods.
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"Thorfinn, has anyone figured out how to leave? Have you?"
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"If I had, I would not be here. No one has that I can tell. We are all struggling to keep ourselves alive. Some of us have useful skills others seem to be having a harder time. We don't have much in the way of tools but, everyone seems to be willing to work together." He explained finally turning so he could return to walking by her side instead of backwards. "I can't speak for anyone else, but I know I would like to go home."
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Helen imagined that in a place like this, focused on the mundane elements of simply surviving, an ally would be something she should likely have in her pocket. This young man seemed bright and kind and he would be a good ally to have.
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"Yes, that is fine by me. It would be my honor to help you out whenever you may need it, in return for helping me learn English. Jo is already helping me some, but some of it is hard considering I knew so little before coming."
He really should have made Einar teach him when they were working on clearing the forest, but hindsight did him little good now.
"I have many skills useful here, so anytime you may need me, I live with Jo Harvelle in house Forty-Four."
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Besides, he was a kind young man. Helping him would make her feel like she'd made a difference in this place, had some sort of agency, and she felt less adrift for it.
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"People come here often, a few people live here. People who may have answers."