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epidemiology2016-02-26 06:36 pm
digophelia) wrote in epidemiology2016-02-26 06:36 pm
See the remnants of my memory. The past is not dead. It's not even past.
CHARACTERS: Alice and open!
DATE: February 20th
WARNINGS: Vague mentions of mental illness, but if it exceeds to anything problematic, I'll apply warnings in the subject line. And that depends on who approaches her!
SUMMARY: After getting back into Oska, Alice tries to unwind. Maybe hijinks? Shin kicking? And practicing the lute!
Living Quarters
[ Alice can't really recall the last time she slept well since arriving to Oska.
She undoubtedly lost track of days, again -- not really much of a surprise. The last thing she remembers is fainting. Of course, she doesn't recall where or how it happened, other than she was ill, she could barely think straight. Naturally, the hallucinations progressed, they became worse. Yet, Papyrus' reminders that she wasn't dreaming kept her grounded and stable.
Eventually, Alice emerges from a bedroom, of the sort, unaware of the fact she had been out for nearly two days. As with anyone else, when they're tired, they're disoriented. Alice, more so, still huddled in a dirty cloak she had in the "false reality".
False reality?
Well, Alice had gone back to her own, in the time she had been asleep. ]
Remind me the next time I decide to sleep that long to at least drink tea.
[ Alice says mostly to herself, but... anyone else passing by may overhear her. Or see her awkwardly stumble through, nearly stubbing her toe. She's allowed to whine, just this once, leaning down to rub her leg. Caffeine or something to that affect would be a great thing right now. ]
Ow! Blasted- what is this?
[ Spoilers: coffee table. ]
Library
[ Once Alice is more coherent (and sound of mind), she's nearly spent half of her time in the library, with the lute sitting beside her. Fortunately, for her, she's found a book on sheet music once again and is looking through a book on the lute and how to play, amongst other things.
Amongst other things meaning that Alice has almost walled herself up around a small pile of books on music and stories. This is actually a pretty cool corner and every so often, she gets a small glare from a librarian. She will put these books back, don't worry.
Maybe.
If she ever moves. ]
I'm beginning to think she doesn't really like me all that much.
[ But as Alice thumbs through the book, she glances down at the lute and back to what she's reading. ]
The notes take time to adjust to, but I remember what an "A" note sounds like on a piano. It almost sounds... higher on this instrument. Thank goodness I found a diagram.
[ That's a lot of strings, though. ]
Courtyard
[ As time goes on, Alice has sweet-talked the librarian into letting her borrow a book after her little book fortress and finds a spot in the courtyard to practice. Instrument in hand, book in her side, she's been slowly practicing picking the strings, getting her fingers used to the rifts and notes, and seems... relatively content. The notes are slow and they take time. So, every so often, one may hear the same strings being plucked over and over again, or the same five notes of a song being played, over and over.
Hey, once she masters it, it won't sound that bad. ]
DATE: February 20th
WARNINGS: Vague mentions of mental illness, but if it exceeds to anything problematic, I'll apply warnings in the subject line. And that depends on who approaches her!
SUMMARY: After getting back into Oska, Alice tries to unwind. Maybe hijinks? Shin kicking? And practicing the lute!
Living Quarters
[ Alice can't really recall the last time she slept well since arriving to Oska.
She undoubtedly lost track of days, again -- not really much of a surprise. The last thing she remembers is fainting. Of course, she doesn't recall where or how it happened, other than she was ill, she could barely think straight. Naturally, the hallucinations progressed, they became worse. Yet, Papyrus' reminders that she wasn't dreaming kept her grounded and stable.
Eventually, Alice emerges from a bedroom, of the sort, unaware of the fact she had been out for nearly two days. As with anyone else, when they're tired, they're disoriented. Alice, more so, still huddled in a dirty cloak she had in the "false reality".
False reality?
Well, Alice had gone back to her own, in the time she had been asleep. ]
Remind me the next time I decide to sleep that long to at least drink tea.
[ Alice says mostly to herself, but... anyone else passing by may overhear her. Or see her awkwardly stumble through, nearly stubbing her toe. She's allowed to whine, just this once, leaning down to rub her leg. Caffeine or something to that affect would be a great thing right now. ]
Ow! Blasted- what is this?
[ Spoilers: coffee table. ]
Library
[ Once Alice is more coherent (and sound of mind), she's nearly spent half of her time in the library, with the lute sitting beside her. Fortunately, for her, she's found a book on sheet music once again and is looking through a book on the lute and how to play, amongst other things.
Amongst other things meaning that Alice has almost walled herself up around a small pile of books on music and stories. This is actually a pretty cool corner and every so often, she gets a small glare from a librarian. She will put these books back, don't worry.
Maybe.
If she ever moves. ]
I'm beginning to think she doesn't really like me all that much.
[ But as Alice thumbs through the book, she glances down at the lute and back to what she's reading. ]
The notes take time to adjust to, but I remember what an "A" note sounds like on a piano. It almost sounds... higher on this instrument. Thank goodness I found a diagram.
[ That's a lot of strings, though. ]
Courtyard
[ As time goes on, Alice has sweet-talked the librarian into letting her borrow a book after her little book fortress and finds a spot in the courtyard to practice. Instrument in hand, book in her side, she's been slowly practicing picking the strings, getting her fingers used to the rifts and notes, and seems... relatively content. The notes are slow and they take time. So, every so often, one may hear the same strings being plucked over and over again, or the same five notes of a song being played, over and over.
Hey, once she masters it, it won't sound that bad. ]
Living Quarters
[ Papyrus helpfully points out as he happens to be walking through the hallway of bedrooms and towards the kitchen. He'll always stop to have a talk with his friend, of course. ]
Hello, Alice! You're up from your extremely long nap! Are you feeling better now?
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[ Alice takes a moment to center herself, glancing at Papyrus through her fingers. A nap is such a gentle way to put it, when she fainted. ]
I don't know, I'm not sure, I still feel ill.
no subject
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[ Alice really hates to correct him, but- ]
It's actually been a little longer than two days. I am a little hungry.
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Even longer than that?? Now, I am not a human-expert, but I am pretty sure humans die if they don't eat food in days!! We're going to the kitchen, right now!!
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[ Please don't ask how she knows this. She's already too calm for this. But hey, that aside, she's all about food. Hang on, she'll just.
You know what, she'll just loop an arm around Papyrus'. ]
That sounds like a great idea.
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[He stops once she's got her arm around his-]
Would you like a ride instead? We'll go faster.
[Because he speedwalks, like, everywhere.]
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As long as it doesn't hurt your back.
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[Papyrus kneels down, to allow for her to climb his back.]
Come on!
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[ Yes, she's fully aware that she's light -- too light. A week's worth of not eating probably doesn't help, at all. Before she finds herself offended, Alice climbs up on his back.
Four feet and nine inches and malnutritioned, yes, Alice doesn't weigh a lot. ]
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Alright, now make sure you're holding onto me tight, because I'm going to run! I like running places. Places like "everywhere I go if I am not told specifically to walk."
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Does he even breathe? ]
Alright, then, ready when you are.
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Only decapitate.Anyway, once she says she's ready, he's off like a bolt. Like, way too fast. Good thing he's got her legs wrapped in his arms, and hopefully she tightens her grip, because he's taking off like he's running for his life, even leaping down staircases if given the chance and drifting around corners.
He did warn her he liked running. And hey, they make it to the kitchen in like, three minutes.]
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She needs a moment to stop her head from spinning; she doesn't have the heart to say that he went too fast. ]
Thank you, Papyrus.
[ The kitchen is bigger than she anticipated, but Alice immediately makes a b-line over to fruit, apples and oranges, sitting perfectly in a basket on the counter.
She hasn't seen these in years. ]
Oh, my, I didn't know they had fruit here.
[ It takes a lot of control not to just outright devour it, so, she eats it carefully, already making the motion to grab the oranges. So Alice starts to circulate the kitchen for more. ]
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[What.
Moving on.]
Just take whatever you want! The kitchen always makes more. Like if I said, "I want a vanilla milkshake!"
[And, like magic, there's a vanilla milkshake, just sitting there and waiting.]
See?
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[ What she does next probably doesn't help, either. ]
I know that I slept a long time and sometimes that usually helps me clear my mind, however-
[ That moment she doubts herself. ]
I am not dreaming, right?
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Still, Alice asks him that thing she's asked him several times by now, and so he gets a little more serious.]
No, you're not dreaming.
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Knowing that she can have anything without question means a lot to her, more than anyone can know. ]
Then... all I want is a simple beef stew. Something warm.
[ She'll just. Nearly teeter over trying to catch a bowl. ]
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[He laughs good-naturedly as she catches the bowl, thinking himself that falling food is hilarious on it's own. ]
Astounding, isn't it?? Being a top tier chef myself, I usually cook all of my own food, but this magic kitchen is great at milkshakes, which I have, admittedly, not mastered yet.
[might have to do with the fact he thinks one has to use a stove.]
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Maybe sitting down was a better idea. Oh, well. ]
I can see that this would be better kitchen to cook in, too. We don't have... anything this functional. Or fancy. And think of all the ingredients and supplies.
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You didn't?
[He assumes she means in her home.]
Not even a stove or a microwave??