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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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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!
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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.]
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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?
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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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[ Daniel trails off in fear and bewilderment and every other 'why' emotion you care to name.
He has enough composure left to either a) figure out what to do next or b) keep from going to pieces like a dropped Orb. And option B seems more important for the immediate moment, so when Evie offers her hand and introductions he sort of goes with it. Because that's what normal people do! Normal people in normal situations that aren't completely insane ha ha hahahaha!!!
...Handshake. Right. That. He shakes her hand weakly. ]
Daniel Barker. Of Mayfair. I think... I may be lost.
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That's a fairly accurate conclusion to draw, dear.
[She is still capable of feeling pity, too. Evie loops an arm in one of his and begins gently steering him down the hallway.]
Why don't we have a cup of tea and I can explain things?
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But...
[ Despite his protest, Daniel is overwhelmed enough that he proves quite easy to steer.
He almost says something about how an unattended lady is inviting him for tea. But, all things considered, wondering when he tripped and fell into the beginning of a porno is the least of his worries. ]
I cannot stay here. It's dreadfully important that I get to Brennenburg Castle, and -- hold, how did you know my name?
[ Now that Evie's turned out to be a real person, and not an illusion of his mind, that detail stands out. Heck, now that she's a real person wait a minute oh shit ]
My God! You saw me undressed!
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I've seen worse, [she states plainly, because reanimated corpses rank higher on the weirdness scale than a pale English arse (and she's witnessed enough of Jonathan's drunken antics to know pale English arse when she sees it).] As for your name, it's...complicated.
[Complicated enough that she's thinking about how explaining this might be more difficult than previously anticipated. Evie leads him to the second floor parlour, shutting the door behind them.]
What year is it for you, Daniel?
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The same year as it is for everyone else, I should hope, [ he says, though the attempt at levity is about as weak as his handshake. He eyes the closed door. ]
That is... 1839. But please, how far am I from Altstadt?
[ Man, he's like a broken record, or at least a very stressed-out one. ]
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You're not in Altstadt, Mister Barker...or anywhere near it, for that matter. We're in a place called Wonderland-
[And she's almost positive that he wouldn't know about it even if it came out in his time; it is a children's story, after all. Evelyn gives him an apologetic look.]
I don't want to worry you, but there are a great deal of us stuck here. We can't leave, not...not at will.
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