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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2014-12-07 07:23 pm

[EVENT] A NEW WORLD ORDER

Characters: ALL!
Date: December 8, 2015 (with some starters for the following weeks)
Location: Keeliai, the Midnight Hotel, others
Situation: The Foreigners have awakened.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.

They've been in the Dreaming for so long that when they wake up their bodies feel more like automatons, alien and ill-fitting. They haven’t atrophied, thanks to Milyn, but they’re stiff and a little bedsore, and the solidity of the Life Plane is jarring. Here, the surroundings don’t move on a whim. Here the world is more stable, almost harsh and unyielding in spite of the homey surrounds.

It’s been a year, says the clock on the mantle and on the second floor. Says Milyn, too, when she’s able to stop hugging them long enough to speak.

Nothing much has changed in the Midnight Hotel. There are dishes out of place, objects belonging to either Milyn or Eva in evidence, the diorama exactly where it had been but now brightly-painted thanks to Milyn's boredom. Milyn and Eva took a room each, in the time the Foreigners were sleeping, though neither used them much.

Eva’s upstairs, Milyn will tell anyone who asks. In her room.

Eva hasn't left that room in three days. She hasn't spoken in three days, either, or walked, or moved, or breathed. Her effects are neatly arranged around her bed, and the sheet has been pulled up. There is heavy incense in the room and Milyn has managed to preserve the body enough to remove the risk of too much mess (and other things). In a way, that makes it worse: as though Eva is sleeping. It’s difficult to tell whether Milyn is in denial or whether spending three days with no one to talk to other than sleeping Foreigners and a corpse has had its influence.



LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
peacefullywreathed: (tread careful one step at a time)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2015-01-04 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
Solomon grumbled wordlessly at the idea of asking Shudder for further help, though as a practical matter there was really no choice. He abandoned the search and moved to his clothes to dress, not precisely lingering but not hurrying in his dressing so as to give Raine as much opportunity to watch him as he'd had to watch her.

"I am," he admitted, but since that wasn't an option quite yet he instead bound it in a tight plait--it was long enough for that, unfortunately. He glanced at Raine. "If you'd like to stay in the dressing-gown, I can take your clothes down to be washed and then return to keep you company."

He spoke innocently. Of course he did.
ruinsprofessor: (smile)

[personal profile] ruinsprofessor 2015-01-06 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
In much the same way, Raine didn't study his form overtly, but nor did she actively try to pretend she wasn't observing. His words were prompting of a thoughtful look, more than the simple act of clothes washing should produce, and in a moment Raine did nod. She was more comfortable with the idea of letting him out of her sight now than she had been, anyway. "All right. I'd appreciate that."

She collected her clothes, pulled from her pockets a small pendant, a battered, leather-bound book, and a pearlescent, spiraling horn. Those set aside so she'd know where they were, she absently folded her clothes. "Thank you," she added, and in general meant it for more than just the matter at hand.
peacefullywreathed: (are the sounds in bloom with you?)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2015-01-07 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Whatever for?" Smiling, Solomon reached out to take the clothes, but he took her hand and his touch was lingering, just short of a caress, as he brought up one of her hands to kiss the back of it. This one, still in that range of 'in-between', the one that was neither platonic nor intimate, nevertheless was somewhat closer to intimate than the last time he'd taken her hand. It wasn't just where he kissed it; it was the way he held her gaze and lingered for a few split seconds longer than was strictly platonic.

Then Solomon straightened and he was innocence personified. "I'll return shortly." And he turned to leave, unless Raine happened to stop him.
ruinsprofessor: (blush)

[personal profile] ruinsprofessor 2015-01-08 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Raine did not dignify the question with an answer, both distracted and wondering exactly how something so small managed to derail her so badly. Even the first time Solomon had taken her hand, before she'd properly noticed how his smile could light up his face or how it bothered her more than average when he was injured, the gesture had completely bemused her. Now, significantly more conscious of both emotional connection and physical presence, all she could do was blink at him.

How did he do this to her. Damn his teasing ways, anyway. Raine watched him go, smiling faintly regardless, and resolved that she was going to have to find something that would similarly stop him in his tracks. Turnabout was fair play, after all.