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Let's say you're on a boat. A boat headed to God knows where. On this boat is a film crew, two actors, a writer, and a lot of chloroform. And let's say that this writer, down where all the chloroform is, goes into his allotted cage--the only space they had left in the boat to hold a person--to sleep. Or write.
And let's say that the writer, instead of stepping into his crowded space, feels his foot stepping on something that's neither fabric nor wood. Something that's harder than fabric, rougher wood.
Concrete.
Now suppose that writer looked up to cloudy skies and felt the cold prickling through his shirt and vest. Would you suppose this writer thought he wasn't on the ship anymore, and would you suppose that writer looked very surprised--and very afraid?
You'd have supposed right.
[ ooc: just throwing this post up for tags; i'm going to bed, so slowtime and all that. just had to get his entry post outta my heaaaaaaad. ]
And let's say that the writer, instead of stepping into his crowded space, feels his foot stepping on something that's neither fabric nor wood. Something that's harder than fabric, rougher wood.
Concrete.
Now suppose that writer looked up to cloudy skies and felt the cold prickling through his shirt and vest. Would you suppose this writer thought he wasn't on the ship anymore, and would you suppose that writer looked very surprised--and very afraid?
You'd have supposed right.
[ ooc: just throwing this post up for tags; i'm going to bed, so slowtime and all that. just had to get his entry post outta my heaaaaaaad. ]