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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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And then he continues to not answer. 'Oh, I haven't actually seen it and it's impossible anyway but I feel like there's something following me around and killing people'. Who says things like that? Certainly not anyone who hopes to be liked or respected. Especially not to a sensitive woman.
He shouldn't have said anything. Wouldn't have said anything, if he weren't so rattled by all this. It's not his fault. ]
Nothing.
[ Then again, he can't un-say it. And he must impress upon her the importance of his leaving -- she said it can't be done by will? But then it must be possible by some power. A lock must have a key, a problem must have a solution. ]
That is, I mean...
[ Just maybe don't mention the supernatural murder part. ]
Well, I am... dogged, [ he says, very earnestly and carefully, ] by some...body who means me harm. I must return to Altstadt and Brennenburg to find the key to my escape.
[ He stares at Evie's face. So like can she pull some strings and get him out because that would be real nice. ]
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She gives Daniel a very peculiar look, since he's tiptoeing around his words like a neurotic cat on eggshells. However, since he's agreed to play along with (or believe, who knows?) the supernatural happenings in this house, she might as well lay all the cards on the table.]
The first time I came here, I was in a very similar situation.
[Admittedly, the first time it was men in black setting the dahabeeyah on fire and she had yet to reanimate Imhotep, but Daniel doesn't have to know that. Po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe.]
I...played around with the wrong sort of book on a dig in Egypt, reawakened the body of a vengeful three-thousand year old priest. [Evelyn waves a dismissive hand.] Point being, he couldn't follow me here. It's safe.
[To an extent.]
Whatever dreadful fellow is dogging your steps won't be around to bother you.
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Daniel tries not to be turned off by the more outré parts of that story. (Re-awakening the body of an ancient priest? Oh please, that's about as likely as... spontaneous chocolate generation. A woman practicing archaeology? Perhaps her husband led the expedition, and took it into his head to invite his wife.) Because the parts that make sense are also the parts that startle him most in their familiarity. ]
Excuse me -- did you say that you began to be followed during an archaeological dig?
[ He's not picking his words any more, but his look is still super intense. ]
After interacting with some artefact?
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Erm...yes. It was The Book of the Dead -- as it turns out, the spells are legitimate, so you won't see me funding any new expeditions out for cursed goods.
[Evelyn laughs, but the sound is strained. First the book, now the chest. She's bloody well learned her lesson already, thank you.]
...which...reminds me, I never properly introduced myself, did I? [Terribly rude.] Apologies, it's- I'm Evelyn O'Connell.