[029. When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts]

[lydiascreams]

[The Banquet Hall - Open Spam]

[She finds herself on the floor, but not of her cabin anymore, the baseball bat she was holding falling to her side. Before she can even look around to try and make sense of where she is, it all hits her hard. The voices are loud. Too loud. She lifts her hands to cover her ears and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths as she tries to focus, on drowning them out.

It's worse than it was at Oak Creek, it's almost as bad as it was when she first got to the Barge. It probably is just as bad, but being around Arthas has helped her control it more. She just needs to focus.

But it's too much to hold in, she knows that before she can focus, she needs to scream.

All the scream does is help drown out the noise, allowing you to hear what you really need to. I can help you focus your hearing.

She hates Peter, she'll always hate Peter, but for all he's done, she knows he's also incredibly knowledgeable. And she knows he was right. Because when she first got to the Barge, it wasn't until she screamed that she managed to focus again.

So with her eyes still closed, she takes a deep breath, and screams.]


[Video - Friends]
[The scream works and it helps her calm down enough. But it's not until she manages to make her way out of the Banquet Hall, that she reaches for the communicator.

Thanks to the Admiral's warning, she managed to get the suit Babs made her on, and Stiles had time to hand her his baseball bat. Which she's now holding.]

Where's everyone?


[ooc: Lydia can also be found at the Mezzanine, Library or The Master's Terrace for the next few days.]

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[lydiascreams]

[She holds her breath as she watches him, glad when she sees his hand moving away without the book.

And then, as she lets out her breath again, she shakes her head.]

No. Nothing here is what it seems, if you ask me.

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[broughtwhiskey]

[That's putting it mildly.]

Any idea how long we've been here?

[He doesn't just mean in the library itself, but the tower in general. It feels too long to have just been mere hours, but it also feels too short to have been days or weeks. Time has become nebulous and meaningless somehow.]

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[lydiascreams]

... No. [And that question as well as he answer makes her frown. Because she should know, shouldn't she? It feels like-- she doesn't even know. Hours doesn't feel right.

Hopefully not days, either. But she doesn't know.]

I have no idea. That doesn't feel right.

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[broughtwhiskey]

[He glances at the book on the shelf without realizing it while Lydia answers his question. At least he's not the only one feeling lost in the flow of time in this place.]

The layout of this place doesn't make sense.

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[lydiascreams]

[She watches him, she knows the feeling because it's like the books are calling to her, too.]

You should stay away from them. [It's a reminder.]

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[broughtwhiskey]

I know.

[He doesn't snap at her though when he says it. Just a simple acknowledgement. And maybe a mild amount of gratitude because it helps to hear it out loud. Just don't get carried away with the gratitude or he'll take it back, okay.]

[He makes himself step further away from the shelf and it feels like he's trying to motivate himself to cross a desert. But he manages. Just two steps. One foot after the other. It should be better. It sorta is, but not really all the same.]

You on your own?

[Keep talking. Stay focused on a conversation. That'll make it easier. Or it should.]