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awashlogs2018-11-13 07:38 pm
whichcraft) wrote in awashlogs2018-11-13 07:38 pm
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we are explorers reading every sign
WHO: Summer, Clark, and Astrid
WHAT: An adventure into the woods!
WHERE: A mysterious path walked by specters from ages past. 2Spooky.
WHEN: Time is a nebulous illusion. But probably sometime in mid-November.
WARNINGS: Language overall, but more specific warnings will be in comment headers if need be!
[It's somewhere around Day Six of her relentless repeating nightmares that Summer eventually decides to cowboy up and accept that maybe, just maybe, the town is trying to tell her something here.
The place runs on fairy tales, or so it seems, which means that all the usual tropes and archetypes almost certainly apply. Coincidences aren't really coincidences. Good things and bad things both come in threes. What goes around comes around, and usually in a particularly karmic fashion. And when you start having unsettlingly vivid dreams that just won't quit, someone probably wants you to do something about it.
Night after night, she's watched the same path go by. It's always the same sequence, always the same journey; she's all but memorized the landmarks. This tree here with the branch that looks like an outstretched arm, with moss hanging off like a bell sleeve. That rock there with the jag down the middle that bothers her sensibilities because it's not quite even in how it splits. She knows the path — up to a point. That's the moment when Prompto always disappears, too far gone to follow, and she's left there a minute before she wakes up.
So, she's betting that if there's something to be found in the woods, and someone wants her to find it, then that's a damn good place to start.
Of course, the law of fairy tales also says that shit really only happens to fools who decide to venture into forests alone, so before undertaking this expedition, she heads off to corral some help. And in that, Clark is the obvious choice, because, well. Partly because he's Clark, and partly because if things go straight to shit out there in the woods, fairy tale logic probably says it's good to have at least one decent person in the mix.
So: a rendezvous at the forest's edge. That's always a good place to start.]
WHAT: An adventure into the woods!
WHERE: A mysterious path walked by specters from ages past. 2Spooky.
WHEN: Time is a nebulous illusion. But probably sometime in mid-November.
WARNINGS: Language overall, but more specific warnings will be in comment headers if need be!
[It's somewhere around Day Six of her relentless repeating nightmares that Summer eventually decides to cowboy up and accept that maybe, just maybe, the town is trying to tell her something here.
The place runs on fairy tales, or so it seems, which means that all the usual tropes and archetypes almost certainly apply. Coincidences aren't really coincidences. Good things and bad things both come in threes. What goes around comes around, and usually in a particularly karmic fashion. And when you start having unsettlingly vivid dreams that just won't quit, someone probably wants you to do something about it.
Night after night, she's watched the same path go by. It's always the same sequence, always the same journey; she's all but memorized the landmarks. This tree here with the branch that looks like an outstretched arm, with moss hanging off like a bell sleeve. That rock there with the jag down the middle that bothers her sensibilities because it's not quite even in how it splits. She knows the path — up to a point. That's the moment when Prompto always disappears, too far gone to follow, and she's left there a minute before she wakes up.
So, she's betting that if there's something to be found in the woods, and someone wants her to find it, then that's a damn good place to start.
Of course, the law of fairy tales also says that shit really only happens to fools who decide to venture into forests alone, so before undertaking this expedition, she heads off to corral some help. And in that, Clark is the obvious choice, because, well. Partly because he's Clark, and partly because if things go straight to shit out there in the woods, fairy tale logic probably says it's good to have at least one decent person in the mix.
So: a rendezvous at the forest's edge. That's always a good place to start.]