It's Been a Long Day
May. 22nd, 2003 05:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
singindemonhq/OK, Recording/
I wish I knew where we are. I'm pretty sure that I haven't seen this place before - not recently enough to remember, anyway. One good thing, that means it's not Zranth - at least, not any part I'm familiar with.
(It's not Pylea, either - the hell-dimension where vampires sunbathe and singing demons can't smoke about. The sky's over-cast, but from the glow there's only one sun, and it's a very hot one.) I'm dreading that it's one of those horror-places where all the rules of magic and physics are changed, but I won't really know until the morning.
It's been a really bad day. We - Percy, Sam and me, were up at around 6 a.m., raided a military base, were chased out of it by a carnivorous demon - at least, it wanted more than murder, from its vibes.
We had a wild ride by fire-engine, and finally got out of Sunnydale as ... something .. real bad started behind us. The omens said that town would die and I think it did. Things got to the point where it looked as though we'd got no choice but to Portal out -
I was trying to take us through to Kansas by dimensional portal and it misrouted - to here. That wasn't the worst. When we came through, I thought Erynne was in the car, too. She didn't make it. I don't know whether she stayed back there. We were way outside Sunnydale, if she did she could have made out - if we hadn't led a thing with a mouthful of knives right up to her.
I kept trying to reopen the portal - any portal - to get us back. It wasn't just burn-out, I'd burned CDs to avoid that. It wasn't re-routing, either. The whole Sunnydale quadrant is out. Everything around there. I think the Hellmouth imploded or something. So I sat in the car trying to get the portal open with the humans radiating what they felt about it at me.
Percy took the gun to hunt for food. Got something, too - three or four of them, small ones, nothing I could recognise. I can eat meat but it doesn't do much for me. I think it was my second meal in 18 hours. Once I get this tired I need sugar.
I'd tried to smoke around, check the place out (and check for Erynne.) If she was seperated from the car and came through she could be anywhere . Let's just say I didn't manage much. I'm out of strength, I think. I'll know after I sleep. If this is one of the places that magic doesn't work right it could be real bad.
Saw a bit of the place - there's a river quite near where we came through. So we went to it. We've got clean water - that's going to matter, in this heat. We drove the car closer but kept it off the vegetation, don't want to risk it bogging down. Turned off everything to conserve the car's energy, too.
There are mountains some distance away, and that's the horizon. There are fallaways, too, with what looks to be caves - and there are a lot of waterfalls, just thin streams pouring themselves away forever down the cliffs. I kept on looking for Erynne but there don't seem to be anything with a mind much bigger han a rabbit.
I'm out of strength. I was almost dozing after the meal but it enlivened Percy and Samantha. They've got the river to play in - even a kind of whirlpool in that eddy by the rocks. I told them I was going to sleep and just came up here, to this little group of trees, way clear of the forest, or the jungle or whatever you'd call it. It wouldn't have taken me out of range ordinarily but it will tonight.
Erynne had got near enough to the car to drop her bag in the back seat. I found that after we'd had the meat, and a bag of brownies with my nickname on it, too. I may need those bad in this sugar-free zone. I ate half of the smallest. Even that helped. I think I'll be back to normal once I've slept.
I cast the mojo but there's no animal thinking it'll hunt. Just a couple that're afraid I'm a hunter. There's a trick they know on a few worlds, I'm going to try it here. Casting the mojo just for a length of fabric took about all the energy I've got left, but here it is. So, four thicknessess should hold me, fasten one end to this tree and the other to that, high enough to be clear of any beast that might jump for me.
I should maybe think about composin' a lament, but the losses will be the same tomorrow -and me, I do gigs. I'm always leavin' places. Usually I've got the only people I know there travellin' with me. It's the people that matter, and they'd mostly got away. Joan and Astraleia, Willy and Grant and the kid.
You can't grieve for bricks, it's the people that matter. It looks as though Erynne didn't make it and there's been a kind of film runnin' in my mind since I knew. It starts at the Countess' ball, that incredible throwaway line and that ridiculous costume - and runs right through the rest, including accidently torching her apartment It ends with her running for the car. There isn't any more after that. I don't want that film to run again, not tonight.
You can't change the past - but you can change its affect on you.
Hmm, I think they call this a hammock, here - back where I was, I mean. It works and it's comf........
I wish I knew where we are. I'm pretty sure that I haven't seen this place before - not recently enough to remember, anyway. One good thing, that means it's not Zranth - at least, not any part I'm familiar with.
(It's not Pylea, either - the hell-dimension where vampires sunbathe and singing demons can't smoke about. The sky's over-cast, but from the glow there's only one sun, and it's a very hot one.) I'm dreading that it's one of those horror-places where all the rules of magic and physics are changed, but I won't really know until the morning.
It's been a really bad day. We - Percy, Sam and me, were up at around 6 a.m., raided a military base, were chased out of it by a carnivorous demon - at least, it wanted more than murder, from its vibes.
We had a wild ride by fire-engine, and finally got out of Sunnydale as ... something .. real bad started behind us. The omens said that town would die and I think it did. Things got to the point where it looked as though we'd got no choice but to Portal out -
I was trying to take us through to Kansas by dimensional portal and it misrouted - to here. That wasn't the worst. When we came through, I thought Erynne was in the car, too. She didn't make it. I don't know whether she stayed back there. We were way outside Sunnydale, if she did she could have made out - if we hadn't led a thing with a mouthful of knives right up to her.
I kept trying to reopen the portal - any portal - to get us back. It wasn't just burn-out, I'd burned CDs to avoid that. It wasn't re-routing, either. The whole Sunnydale quadrant is out. Everything around there. I think the Hellmouth imploded or something. So I sat in the car trying to get the portal open with the humans radiating what they felt about it at me.
Percy took the gun to hunt for food. Got something, too - three or four of them, small ones, nothing I could recognise. I can eat meat but it doesn't do much for me. I think it was my second meal in 18 hours. Once I get this tired I need sugar.
I'd tried to smoke around, check the place out (and check for Erynne.) If she was seperated from the car and came through she could be anywhere . Let's just say I didn't manage much. I'm out of strength, I think. I'll know after I sleep. If this is one of the places that magic doesn't work right it could be real bad.
Saw a bit of the place - there's a river quite near where we came through. So we went to it. We've got clean water - that's going to matter, in this heat. We drove the car closer but kept it off the vegetation, don't want to risk it bogging down. Turned off everything to conserve the car's energy, too.
There are mountains some distance away, and that's the horizon. There are fallaways, too, with what looks to be caves - and there are a lot of waterfalls, just thin streams pouring themselves away forever down the cliffs. I kept on looking for Erynne but there don't seem to be anything with a mind much bigger han a rabbit.
I'm out of strength. I was almost dozing after the meal but it enlivened Percy and Samantha. They've got the river to play in - even a kind of whirlpool in that eddy by the rocks. I told them I was going to sleep and just came up here, to this little group of trees, way clear of the forest, or the jungle or whatever you'd call it. It wouldn't have taken me out of range ordinarily but it will tonight.
Erynne had got near enough to the car to drop her bag in the back seat. I found that after we'd had the meat, and a bag of brownies with my nickname on it, too. I may need those bad in this sugar-free zone. I ate half of the smallest. Even that helped. I think I'll be back to normal once I've slept.
I cast the mojo but there's no animal thinking it'll hunt. Just a couple that're afraid I'm a hunter. There's a trick they know on a few worlds, I'm going to try it here. Casting the mojo just for a length of fabric took about all the energy I've got left, but here it is. So, four thicknessess should hold me, fasten one end to this tree and the other to that, high enough to be clear of any beast that might jump for me.
I should maybe think about composin' a lament, but the losses will be the same tomorrow -and me, I do gigs. I'm always leavin' places. Usually I've got the only people I know there travellin' with me. It's the people that matter, and they'd mostly got away. Joan and Astraleia, Willy and Grant and the kid.
You can't grieve for bricks, it's the people that matter. It looks as though Erynne didn't make it and there's been a kind of film runnin' in my mind since I knew. It starts at the Countess' ball, that incredible throwaway line and that ridiculous costume - and runs right through the rest, including accidently torching her apartment It ends with her running for the car. There isn't any more after that. I don't want that film to run again, not tonight.
You can't change the past - but you can change its affect on you.
Hmm, I think they call this a hammock, here - back where I was, I mean. It works and it's comf........
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Re: Delirium
Date: 2003-05-22 05:03 pm (UTC)If he's too weak to recover--
*grabs bag, pulls out brownies,
can of soda*
He can't chew, but maybe drink. I can't leave
him alone to get water. And he said he needs
sugar after working. * Lifts Sweet's head,
pours small amount of root beer past his
lips*
* he coughs, but swallows*
*takes several more gulps*
He's not so pale. Is it working?
*Sweet stops twitching, relaxes*
*Breathing slows*
I think he's gone from knocked out to
asleep. Should I try to get something else
into him? What?
*Thinks back*
I saw some plants that were edible, but they
weren't fruits. He needs sucrose, and fluids...
*stops*
*sniffs*
Where is that coming from--that 'killer tree'?
Yes. Oh, the leaves! There's flowers among
them. Honey?
Ok, we got a small break. *Keeping one eye
on Sweet, quickly gathers a double handful
of the flowers and hurries back to him.
Brushes petals over his mouth. Waits.*
*He begins licking his lips, still asleep*
He feels warmer. His heartbeat's not so
jumpy.
*peels off her jacket, folding it into
improvised pillow*
*places it beneath Sweet's head*
It's warm. Like summer here. I don't want
to move him. If we come across more predators,
I couldn't keep him safe and carry him too.
Best stay put, until morning. Lucky I'm used
to not sleeping much at night.
* Sits beside Sweet, on guard*
...he was alone. Are his friends--No. I didn't
smell blood or...or anything else. Could be we
all got sent to different places.
C'mon, Sweet.
Please. Just--be all right. I'm so sorry. You
wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me.
*after a moment, reaches out and takes his hand*
Re: Delirium
Date: 2003-05-23 10:16 am (UTC)*slipping from delirium into the depths of normal, healing sleep ... *
******
* ( and from the depths of sleep into dreaming ... Joan singing? ... there's nothing to sing about in her job ... Someone ... Halle singing in Starbucks ... no response from Quaverall, they can't leave me here alone ... have to know people friends are survival ... red eyes and famine winds ... someone saying killing demons doesn't count ... I'm an actor stress doesn't show on me... too many unshielded minds in that house ... fire truck...
Drifting up from sleep. The Erynne memories, from the Countess's party through the wards and the fire, to the moment when I realised that she wasn't in the car and the blanket of depression that went with being...
... on the edge of wakefulness, with wrists and ankles that feel skinned and a welt of pain under one side of my jaw. Laying on grass? Smelling crushed greenery and tasting honey ... Someone ... holding my hand ?? Opening eyes ... seeing
Erynne sitting about a yard from me, with her back against a broken tree. She looked on the edge of sleep. She was looking over toward the river, with the light of dawn gilding that incredible hair into forty shades of flame...
For a moment I knew I was still dreaming - but her mind was there! *
.......................
Erynne!
*both scrambling to our feet on the rough turf, still holding hands. A movement from a dance, swinging you in toward me. Lifting you.
Kissing you.
...
If time had stopped then I wouldn't have complained.
...
pushing back your hair with my hand against your cheek.*
Erynne?
Re: Delirium
Date: 2003-05-23 02:36 pm (UTC)*hugs you, wrapping arms around you tightly*
*Kisses you softly.*
*tears of mingled joy and utter relief sparkle
in her eyes*
*she brushes them away, smiling*
*relaxes her grip when she realizes you need
to breathe*
*does not let go*
Re: Delirium
Date: 2003-05-24 02:19 pm (UTC)*Shifting position, and flinching as our movements catch the raw area of my neck - suddenly seeing parts of the alien plant and remembering where we are, and exactly what that means for both of us, especially for you.*
Erynne ... we have to talk ...
Re: Delirium
Date: 2003-05-25 04:40 am (UTC)But it feels so good just having him hold me. I've missed even that.
* leans in to kiss him again *
*runs hands over his shoulders*
*he flinches slightly, pulls back *
What...Ah. Yes, maybe we should slow down...for now--
* stretch out next to him, keeping one arm around his back *
*Think to myself * We need to do more than slow down...*grumbles * Still, if
there are more of those killer plants around...
* notices * -- Sweet, your wrists are still raw! Did you bring a first aid kit?
* Sweet nods,reaches for it as he lets go *
*looks me in the eyes, smiles but looks concerned *
"We need to talk"...? ooh, now I'm nervous.
Come on, Erynne. You weren't this worried about demons hunting you, and that's just silly!