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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. ]
no subject
Do you mean Mr. Sion...?
[ she had only met the man once, but it seems once is all that's necessary to elicit a faint blush on her cheeks. ]
no subject
Yes.
[ Her fluster doesn't surprise Alice; it's not as if he doesn't get her flustered often. ]
In any event, what happened afterwards? How did we come to be here after that little announcement?
[ Since she seems to lose track of days. ]
no subject
Once the simulation ended, everything just... turned out this way. [ like magic, come the unspoken words. but frankly olivia has had enough of magic these days. ]