Signs of Sheer Stubbornness
Characters: Tara Maclay, Methos, Spike, Two-Face
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: A bit too far outside the castle :O
Relative Date: Two or three days after her arrival
Status: Open, to any brave souls that feel like coming to her rescue.
It had been a couple of days since Tara took that fateful helicopter ride, and with every passing day, she felt increasingly helpless and frustrated. The cryptic voice message she'd received from their mysterious host only confirmed her suspicions: that some powerful being had gathered them all here under false pretenses, and that none of them would be able to leave until his purposes were fulfilled - if he would let them leave at all. It was a situation she found unsettling, to say the least.
Shortly after she became acquainted with Adam Pierson, the scholar was called away, leaving her to explore the castle by herself. The place was stately and luxurious, with many beautifully decorated bedrooms and not a single speck of dust. The owner of this place seemed to have anticipated a large crowd of overnight visitors, and indeed, many of the rooms had already been settled in.
The main attraction seemed to be a small gallery near the center of the building. Most of the canvasses were entirely black. Underneath each of them was one red button, which, as it turned out, visitors could use to travel through time. From what she'd gathered from the barrage of voice messages on her phone, they led to strange and exotic places. She was undoubtedly a little curious, but for now, Tara was more intrigued by her immediate surroundings.
An extended walk along the worn path revealed an empty plaza of what might have been a charming little town had it not been eerily silent. Further along was a hedge maze and a greenhouse, both of which seemed as immaculately tended to as the castle itself. Even stranger was the large number of rare magical herbs in the host's possession. Tara would have explored some more, but as soon as she went beyond the marked path, she was struck by an overwhelming wave of nausea, which faded as soon as she turned back.
She spent the night in a small brick cottage on the other side of the castle. Being somewhat reclusive by nature, the blonde witch was drawn to it almost immediately. She certainly didn't intend to stay there for very long, but it was secluded enough to ensure a bit of privacy in case she needed to use magic to learn more about this place. Though, she was somewhat unnerved to find that the wardrobes were stuffed full of fitting clothes that matched her unique sense of fashion.
Someone knew that she would be staying there... and had planned for her to stay there for awhile.
The next few days were spent vainly trying to pinpoint her own whereabouts. Location spells fizzled out before she could complete them. Portals appeared as weak, nickel-sized shimmers that disintegrated within seconds. Every way she could think of to contact the outside world failed. And whenever she tried to find out where the path beyond the cottages led, she felt that same strange nausea.
Whoever this Confessor Fox was, was good.
But if anything could bring out the blonde witch's stubborn streak, being caged in by some overly cryptic higher power was it.
And so, with her handbag stuffed full of bottled water and granola bars from the cottage, Tara walked briskly down the path, away from the castle. Earlier in the morning, she had done a spell to temporarily increase her tolerance of physical discomfort. If she managed to break through the invisible barrier, she reasoned, she may be able to contact her father and find out where she was.
About three hundred meters away from the farthest dwelling, the nausea began, as expected.
Gingerly, the blonde witch walked onward. Her forehead was covered in a light sheen of sweat as she tried to swallow the feeling that this may have been a stupid idea.
A period of time passed which felt like an hour but may have been only a few minutes, when Tara was dimly aware of a rhythmic jingling behind her. She took a couple of deep breaths to clear her head as the large black dog came closer.
"Hi boy," she greeted him wanly, her voice sounding strangely distant and childlike in her ears as she crouched to pet him. "Are you as lost as I am?"
He wagged his tail happily and tilted his head at her. The sunlight glinted off his metal tag. The blonde witch traced her fingers over it out of idle curiosity. 29.10.
"Interesting name for a dog," she murmured, giving him a brief scratch behind his ears before she stood back up - a bit too quickly, as it turned out, as the world spun around her in a haze of sunshine, foresty green and increasingly large gray spots. Okay, bad idea, she thought vaguely, before everything went black.
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: A bit too far outside the castle :O
Relative Date: Two or three days after her arrival
Status: Open, to any brave souls that feel like coming to her rescue.
It had been a couple of days since Tara took that fateful helicopter ride, and with every passing day, she felt increasingly helpless and frustrated. The cryptic voice message she'd received from their mysterious host only confirmed her suspicions: that some powerful being had gathered them all here under false pretenses, and that none of them would be able to leave until his purposes were fulfilled - if he would let them leave at all. It was a situation she found unsettling, to say the least.
Shortly after she became acquainted with Adam Pierson, the scholar was called away, leaving her to explore the castle by herself. The place was stately and luxurious, with many beautifully decorated bedrooms and not a single speck of dust. The owner of this place seemed to have anticipated a large crowd of overnight visitors, and indeed, many of the rooms had already been settled in.
The main attraction seemed to be a small gallery near the center of the building. Most of the canvasses were entirely black. Underneath each of them was one red button, which, as it turned out, visitors could use to travel through time. From what she'd gathered from the barrage of voice messages on her phone, they led to strange and exotic places. She was undoubtedly a little curious, but for now, Tara was more intrigued by her immediate surroundings.
An extended walk along the worn path revealed an empty plaza of what might have been a charming little town had it not been eerily silent. Further along was a hedge maze and a greenhouse, both of which seemed as immaculately tended to as the castle itself. Even stranger was the large number of rare magical herbs in the host's possession. Tara would have explored some more, but as soon as she went beyond the marked path, she was struck by an overwhelming wave of nausea, which faded as soon as she turned back.
She spent the night in a small brick cottage on the other side of the castle. Being somewhat reclusive by nature, the blonde witch was drawn to it almost immediately. She certainly didn't intend to stay there for very long, but it was secluded enough to ensure a bit of privacy in case she needed to use magic to learn more about this place. Though, she was somewhat unnerved to find that the wardrobes were stuffed full of fitting clothes that matched her unique sense of fashion.
Someone knew that she would be staying there... and had planned for her to stay there for awhile.
The next few days were spent vainly trying to pinpoint her own whereabouts. Location spells fizzled out before she could complete them. Portals appeared as weak, nickel-sized shimmers that disintegrated within seconds. Every way she could think of to contact the outside world failed. And whenever she tried to find out where the path beyond the cottages led, she felt that same strange nausea.
Whoever this Confessor Fox was, was good.
But if anything could bring out the blonde witch's stubborn streak, being caged in by some overly cryptic higher power was it.
And so, with her handbag stuffed full of bottled water and granola bars from the cottage, Tara walked briskly down the path, away from the castle. Earlier in the morning, she had done a spell to temporarily increase her tolerance of physical discomfort. If she managed to break through the invisible barrier, she reasoned, she may be able to contact her father and find out where she was.
About three hundred meters away from the farthest dwelling, the nausea began, as expected.
Gingerly, the blonde witch walked onward. Her forehead was covered in a light sheen of sweat as she tried to swallow the feeling that this may have been a stupid idea.
A period of time passed which felt like an hour but may have been only a few minutes, when Tara was dimly aware of a rhythmic jingling behind her. She took a couple of deep breaths to clear her head as the large black dog came closer.
"Hi boy," she greeted him wanly, her voice sounding strangely distant and childlike in her ears as she crouched to pet him. "Are you as lost as I am?"
He wagged his tail happily and tilted his head at her. The sunlight glinted off his metal tag. The blonde witch traced her fingers over it out of idle curiosity. 29.10.
"Interesting name for a dog," she murmured, giving him a brief scratch behind his ears before she stood back up - a bit too quickly, as it turned out, as the world spun around her in a haze of sunshine, foresty green and increasingly large gray spots. Okay, bad idea, she thought vaguely, before everything went black.