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entranceway2013-09-30 08:48 pm
livinlavitaeloca) wrote in entranceway2013-09-30 08:48 pm
video ; diary 1 ; the best part of waking up is what where the fuck am i
[ Daniel wakes up in his hotel room in the village of Altstadt. He is definitely in Altstadt, and certainly not in a room in Wonderland which has styled itself to look exactly the same. And, it logically follows, this room is definitely not broadcasting a video of him without his knowledge or consent.
THAT ESTABLISHED,
Daniel springs out of a restless sleep and sits up on the edge of his bed, blinking in the morning light. It must be earlier than it looks, because nobody has come to knock him up, and he definitely asked to be knocked up at 7am promptly. He was very clear in asking to be knocked up.
They'd better not have forgotten. Might they have done? This is sort of a ghetto guest-house, if you want his honest opinion. There's not even a bell he can ring to call a servant.
Okay, Daniel doesn't have time to be annoyed by the inconveniences of rural life. His thoughts are too full of the last leg of his journey, which will be undertaken today, to the castle where he might finally find some safety -- so he stands up quickly, steps away from the bed. Lacking a clock, he just assumes he's late, and starts to undress hurriedly out of his woolen cap and night-shirt.
The network is still definitely not there, but if it were, it would probably now be broadcasting an early Victorian strip tease. ]
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THAT ESTABLISHED,
Daniel springs out of a restless sleep and sits up on the edge of his bed, blinking in the morning light. It must be earlier than it looks, because nobody has come to knock him up, and he definitely asked to be knocked up at 7am promptly. He was very clear in asking to be knocked up.
They'd better not have forgotten. Might they have done? This is sort of a ghetto guest-house, if you want his honest opinion. There's not even a bell he can ring to call a servant.
Okay, Daniel doesn't have time to be annoyed by the inconveniences of rural life. His thoughts are too full of the last leg of his journey, which will be undertaken today, to the castle where he might finally find some safety -- so he stands up quickly, steps away from the bed. Lacking a clock, he just assumes he's late, and starts to undress hurriedly out of his woolen cap and night-shirt.
The network is still definitely not there, but if it were, it would probably now be broadcasting an early Victorian strip tease. ]
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Not that the narration has any experience with that sort of thing, but you know.
Evelyn is spending her own early morning casually flipping (they call it 'flipping', she thinks the word doesn't suit the action) through Wonderland's channels to see if anyone else is awake and game for breakfast. It is then that she stumbles upon a clear feed of a young man changing. Now, normally she would hastily switch channels because she is just not into that sort of thing unless the man in question is her husband, but this resident seems...familiar.
Not in the 'maybe we went to university together once' way, but the 'I feel as though I know you well enough to have seen you slightly tipsy before' way. Which is when she realises-]
Daniel!
[Yes, that's it. That's the one.]
[do u mean video young lady]
• looks around wildly at the unfamiliar voice calling his first name
• (really the fact that it's his first name plus an unfamiliar female voice makes this extra weird, it's a Victorian thing)
• spots Evie's face on a screen on his wall
• yells
• tries to flail in... some direction, gets tangled in trousers, falls backwards over bed
This is really not his morning. ]
[yes I do je suis desole I just got so distracted by Daniel's arse]
[Well, she supposes it was awfully rude to call out like that to a man pulling on his trousers, even though it's been ages since she's seen him. It's not an exaggeration, either. Over nine years, by her count.]
...I'm so sorry, er- do you need any help?
[it's okay i understand he has quite the pair of plush orbs]
Now, it's not that Daniel is unfamiliar with seeing things that shouldn't be there, on occasion. Infrequently. Not really infrequently. BUT.
He scrambles off the bed, shaking his head. ]
This is not the time!
[ He does steal an anxious look at the screen, but he's talking to himself rather than to Evie. ]
OOOH MISTER DANIEL OOOOHHHHH
[She ignores the fact that he's probably just talking to himself because he's confused and displaced and very obviously needs help.
Help she would be more than happy to give if he'd stop flailing around like a Capuchin monkey with a bowl of dates.]
Daniel. [A beat.] Daniel, don't panic, everything is going to be all right.
[In a manner of speaking.]
and i will leave my corset on~
I am not panicking.
[ Of course he intends to stop responding to it and hope it goes away! But he just. Wants to be clear on that point. He is a brave manly man you see. ]
2sexy 4 me
You are,
[the painting of the pretty lady points out, wrinkling her nose.]
And you need help. Look, if you go outside your room there should be a number on the door. If you tell me what it is, I can help you.
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[ Yep, still intending to stop responding. Any minute now. There's just something in her tone that makes him feel like he has to justify himself. ]
And as for help, I doubt I shall find it from a delusion!
[ 8( ]
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[But since he's not responding very well to a motherly tone of voice (which she can hardly help, the narration might add)...]
Where do you think you are?
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[ The 'DUH' is implied.
...Although this does serve as a reminder that yes, he is in the hotel, and yes he should really keep his voice a little quieter. ]
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...the hotel where?
[Because if he's going to grudgingly talk to a painting, he might as well be specific.]
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[ He says it even more grudgingly than before.
But look, this has gone on long enough. Reminding Daniel where he is has also reminded him of how ridiculous this situation is, how much worse it is than any previous delusions in its length and complexity. Daniel attempts to take command. ]
But I -- I must insist that you please go away. I have important plans today, and I cannot afford to be... ah, invalided. [ If he said that last word any more uncomfortably he'd deserve a prize.
Another glance at the door; no, he's not about to be interrupted, thank God. ]
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[Where is that, Germany? Evelyn isn't well-versed enough with the rest of Europe to know the precise location, but at least it's an answer.]
Daniel, [she begins again, gently.] You're not in Altstadt anymore, this isn't Western Europe. Now would you please tell me the number of your room?
[Recalling (albeit distantly) that Daniel is about a century behind her, Evelyn knows it's probably better to nip his panic in the bud as soon as possible.]
daniel isn't just a river in egypt
No, no, I will... finish readying myself, and I will go to breakfast.
[ Is he telling her this, or is he reassuring himself that things are perfectly normal? Cast your votes now? ]
i hate u
It's down the hall!
[she volunteers quickly.]
First floor, should you...get lost.
smooches u
[ He says it almost like a kid who wishes their mum would stop bothering them muuuuum
If she's still there when he finishes his hasty ablutions and opens the door, she'll be treated to the most impressive triple-take this side of the 19th century. ]
ohhh senpai >w<
Looking entirely unimpressed by his display of Oh Shit Maybe I've Gone Completely Mad™ panic episode, Evelyn examines her fingernails for a long moment and allows the shock to settle in.
Slowly.]
Would you perhaps like to tell me your room number now?
notices u~~~ [1/?]
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[ Daniel closes the door and opens it again.
This does not persuade the scenery to change. ]
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Daniel. Room number, please.
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Daniel's going to stop fighting that point for the moment. ]
I-it...
[ He leans out, and checks, and feels like he's moving through a haze. ]
It seems to be eleven.
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[While the prospect of checking each floor for an open door and an open-mouthed young man staring through it is a little daunting, Evelyn finds her quest substantially easier when she steps out of her room and realises it's the one right across the hall.]
...oh. That was easy. Are you all right?
[Besides, well, slightly catatonic?]
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He gives the screen a wide-eyed look to confirm that yes, the lady's face is gone from it. And now she's standing right in front of him in the flesh. Well, that's... that's certainly...
As the walls shift like ink in water he puts out a hand to the doorframe to steady himself. ]
I'm -- good God, what have you done with me?
[ well I mean she's RIGHT HERE so clearly whatever has happened is all her fault ]
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[she points out, lofting an eyebrow.]
I simply walked across the hall to greet you.
[Evelyn extends a hand, not entirely sure if handshakes are in vogue in the early 1800s but willing to take that chance if it means getting a straight answer out of him.]
I'm Evelyn O'Connell.
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