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fornightmare ([personal profile] fornightmare) wrote in [community profile] capesize2012-06-15 07:51 pm
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[After searching around for roughly an hour, Rowan ends up in the library.

It took him very little time to figure out what happened; he may have disdained most popular media concepts, but he knew what spaceships were. He knew people claimed to be kidnapped by them, or cows were kidnapped.

It took him even less time that this ship was doing something to him. Rowan tried to shift, trusting to his wolf senses more than his human ones in situations like this, and failed.

Each time.

Thus, the need for answers. He did not find anyone else to ask, the computer was very unhelpful, and the library is the last avenue he could think of for answers.


The pile of books laying haphazardly on the tables demonstrated well that this avenue wasn't giving him much in the way of answers either.]
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (been thinking of you fondly for sure)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[This was amazing. There were large metal boxes in the food preparation area. You shouted directions at them and they provided. Yesterday she'd asked for food and had received strange, curved yellow fruit in answer. It had taken ages for her to work out how to eat them but after finally separating the sweet inner fruit from its sour rubbery shell, she had decided: these were the greatest things this metal beast had bestowed upon her.

She'd asked for more and it had dropped a whole bunch in front of her. She loved this metal thing.

Banananananas in hand, she went back to exploring. With each turn this place revealed new wonders. An indoor lake, a modest selection of breakfast wines, and now-]


Holy shit, [she cried out as she happened upon this latest discovery] this is the biggest library in the world!
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (but i am just a broken machine)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-18 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're here too. [Don't get her wrong. She doesn't mind Rowan turning up on her amazing metal dream. He's the only person in the world who doesn't think she's worthless and stupid. But if he's here, then others might get here too. She doesn't really want to see anyone from Balfour ever again.] I found these yellow things. They're good. Do you want one? [She doesn't sound enthused about handing them over.]

How long have you been here?
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[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Mari frowns and steps towards one of the book shelves, lifting a time and flicking it open.] I don't know. Days? [Probably far longer than that.] I don't care. It's nicer here than it is at the Hour. Even you have to admit that.

['Call me Ishmael,' this book began. It looked long and fictitious.] Have you read any of these?
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (You look desperate)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Mari turns her frown from the book to him, putting it back and pointing at him with the banananana bunch.]

Come off it. Alright? The place where you got mauled by a werewolf.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (but i am just a broken machine)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Mari's face collapses briefly. She puts it back together after a moment, forcing her eyebrows to lift up.]

Oh, right then. I won't bother you, in that case.

[More for the sake of having something to do she puts the book down, then goes to a different shelf, walking away. Well, that's no good.]
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (sad & angry can't learn how to behave)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe so, but, [Mari reads up and down authors. Trying not to act overly agitated when she spots her father's name on the spine of one of them, she removes it. How Green Was my Valley. Yep, she's taking this.] I don't particularly care why. It's nice here. I don't even think this is a ship. I haven't felt any rocking, or water.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (I get angry with athletic ease)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
What? [Mari throws a look in his direction. What sort of boat flies through fucking space?] First you don't know me, now you're speaking of flying through space. Did you hit your head?
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (dump me beside the road)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
How would it even get up there? Don't talk nonsense. [Mari went back to the books, pulling out interesting looking ones, reading the front pages and then slipping them under her arm.] It's probably just night.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (but here it comes this is the crux)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know what that is. And that's easy. If chickens, with their wings, can't fly due to misattribution of body weight, how is a far less air-capable boat supposed to fly through the air high enough that it can reach space? Not to mention, as the Greeks tell us, getting too high up would result in the sun setting us aflame, just as it melted Icarus's wax wings before he could get too high up.

[Who is this Simone de Beauvoir? Whatever, Mari is taking her too. There's an M. Llewelyn, but it turns out to just be a Margaret.] I'm many things, but stupid isn't one of them.
Edited 2012-06-19 11:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-19 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mari flips open a book, nodding distractedly. Obviously, this Rowan is disappointingly insane. At least this way she can get around his weird possessiveness.]

Whatever you say. [Crazy] What is it? Wings?
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (You look desperate)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-20 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
A boat made from metal would sink, [Mari kept her voice slow, as though speaking to a child.

Bananananas in one hand and books in the other, she raises an eyebrow as the computer projects an image of what looks like a cross with bits attached. In its quiet, gender neutral, expressionless way, the computer explains things to her. 'A fixed-wing aeroplane is a transportation vessel. It utilises thrust from an engine or propeller to gain flight. The Wright brothers are internationally recognised as being the first to create sustained and controlled flight in a machine heavier than air in 1903.']


That date's wrong.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (I'll be control-alt-deleting your face)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-20 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Because it's not 19, something. It's 16...something. Your thingy is off by three hundred years. [Mari adjusts her books under her arm, her top lip pushing out a little.] The year's wrong.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (Maybe I am better off alone)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-20 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mari gives him the sort of sideways look she reserves for those she thinks of as truly insane. Though, to be fair, she's beginning to doubt herself too. Herself and everything else.]

Am I in the future?
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (sad & angry can't learn how to behave)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-21 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, she's been catapulted into the future. Mari considers this information for a while, staring blankly at the talking box. Then her face sort of falls in on itself like a collapsing house and her knees fold. She hits the ground with a whump and remains still. If she's four hundred years in the future, everyone she knows is dead.

Her face soon goes back to normal. Tobias and Silence are dead, she can live with that. Moirine's death, Marijke's, those...she can't think about them right now. Even if they both hate her, the thought of them gone leaves her feeling hollow.]


Right. Sixteen hundreds.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (You look desperate)

ahahaha 'set yourself on fire' just came on

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2012-06-21 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
['Welcome to my fist on the side of your face' she wanted to reply. Instead, Mari stood up shakily and nodded.]

Right. ['Fuck you.'] Right.

[Mari gathers up her books and banananas. She doesn't look at him while she does it, deliberately taking her time about picking them up and adjusting them in her arms.] I'm going now.