Night 57: Mission #1 [Rose Lalonde and Ilia Silvestri]

[avengingfists]

[From here]The whole world was rocking around Ilia lazily, like she had just stepped onto a ship being thrown about in a churning sea. The dark corridor she found herself in remained in motion for a good minute, causing her to feel a bit nauseated. The dim light her eyes were eagerly trying to adjust to didn't help the feeling

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[lovecrafty]

They'd been given flashlights and a few other items, and Rose took a little time to rearrange her gear before following Ilia through the door.

Whether this was worse or better than the last time she'd transportalized was yet to be seen. The fact that it necessitated a stern mental poke to her stomach to avoid disgrace went in the worse column. The fact that nothing appeared to be on fire went in the better column. Also the easily remedied one, as following Ilia's example and illuminating the situation was a top priority.

Her flashlight was buried at the top of her sylladex, but her preemptive shuffling had put her upgraded (in the sense of being made of metal, rather than arcane elements and hard-won grist) knitting needles in her hands. She thought about light -- or, to be precise, Light -- and the tip of one sparked to life. It burned with a pale blue light. The flashlight would flicker less, but she didn't know how long the batteries were good for, and magic didn't need them

[avengingfists]

Rose seemed to have adjusted well enough. Already she had her flashlight... well, maybe not a flashlight. "What is that?" It looked almost laughably like a 'magic wand' in Ilia's opinion, but magic like that wasn't real. At least it wasn't real on Earth, where the physics made it impossible. Whatever it was, it would do fine enough in this lighting, but hopefully they wouldn't be wandering around in the dark tunnels for too long.

Ilia looked around the tunnel again, thankful they weren't just shooting in the dark. They had a set objective, and even if it was a dark one Ilia would see it through. Especially considering... Ilia reached up, touching the collar around her neck. It felt seamless, impossible to remove without setting off the strangulation trigger. With something like this in place, she really had no way of backing out of this.

"We've got a lot of legwork ahead of us," Ilia sighed, finally returning her sights to Rose. The girl already had the GPS out. Good. "Want to be our navigator?"

[lovecrafty]

When Ilia reached up to her neck, so did Rose. That wasn't just her scarf around her neck. Oh. So those were the consequences. Was this where Lily was from? It might explain the lack of flowers and kittens. Her scarf was hanging off one shoulder, no longer around her neck at all. She wadded it up and dumped it in her sylladex. Then she ran her hand along the collar again, which hadn't changed.

Another countdown. They had until sunrise, which seemed comparatively generous, but objectively wasn't a lot of time.

"I'm working on it." The first thing she'd done was to step through all of the buttons and menus, which could be summarized shortly by saying that everything, even ZOOM IN and ZOOM OUT being dysfunctional, so that didn't take very long. It had been worth a shot. The GPS a connection to something, but there wasn't any way they were going to get a signal out on it

[avengingfists]

Rose seemed just as resigned to the fate the collars presented them. No easy way out of this mission as far as that went. Ilia waited patiently for Rose to gather herself and get acquainted with the GPS. It was pretty basic technology from Ilia's age, but she had no clue if Rose was familiar with how it would work. For all she knew, Rose was from a different place in time, or could be an alien from a different planet. Actually, Ilia had to wonder if not all the patients at Landel's should be considered aliens. She still didn't have solid proof they were even in the same galaxy as Earth. She wouldn't even have a clue if where they had been transported was the same planet they had been on just moments before