Time after Time

Sep 26, 2004 09:42

*after his conversation with Data, walks with the Bajoran to this temple of hers. Perhaps he will learn more of this place he's found himself in. How he got so far from England and what has happened to his dear friend Sherlock*

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 09:57:02 UTC
*is shown around the temple by the Bajoran acolyte, offered the chance to consult the orb of the prophets. She tells him what it does, the supposed communication with the Prophets, possible visions, and the feeling of peace one is left with. Being curious about its described effects he tries it.*

*opens the casing when alone, is surrounded by white light and suddenly sees Sherlock.*

The games afoot, my dear doctor. We just need to follow the clues to get you back home. Leading the way into some mist.

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 10:02:44 UTC
*suddenly assailed by memories, swept up in a whirlwind of images, sounds, scents, tastes, and feelings.*

past, present, future is mixed up in this one.

not like the Sisko, where time is linear.

time swirls within him, a constant hurricane.

the many people within, the many memories are tearing him apart.

we must calm the wind and bring the one to preeminence from the many.

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 10:07:11 UTC
a young girl child putting a paper boat on fire to sail on a lake in honor of the ancestors. A young woman, feet bound, head bowed to a father. Given as wife to a man who's hair is so very grey. Memories of her childhood, her becoming a woman, then a wife in her 15th year, her children, her children's children. Bending with age, with pain, with the constant cough. Only vague knowledge of writing, having seen her father, husband do it, never taught it herself. Knows when she dies her granchildren will honor her as an ancestor.

Feels herself fade away.

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 11:00:57 UTC
*Running through the hot dessert, with just a simple scratchy covering him. So very young, but must run. Trying to hide, but taken by the Egyptians. Toiling hard on mud bricks, carrying water, day after day of slavery. No hope, barely fed enough to survive ( ... )

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 11:21:48 UTC
she was born in the shadow of a battlefield or so her mother always told her. Her father a great warlord who taught her how to fight. Gave her her first chakram. Taught her that she had to be stronger, faster, merciless if she wished to get anywhere. Then meeting Ares. Being taught by him, making love with him. Becoming a great Warrior Princess. Given her horse Argo in reward for a successful campaign. Going fishing with Ares as they both needed to relax.

Xena, feared by so many. Meeting Hercules and taking her first steps toward redemption. Their making love, becoming lovers, then separating. Meeting Gabrielle, her soul mate. And then Joxer, her loyal friend. The time the three of them made love. The various adventures. Eventually dying in Japan, within Gabrielle's arms.

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 12:00:39 UTC
*a royal prince, raised in luxury. All he could ask for at his fingertips. Being taught yoga from a young age. Learning from the sacred books, The Bhagavad- Gita: The Song of the Lord; Upanishads: The Books of Knowledge; The Rig Vedas. He believed in the two basic ideas underlying the Vedas - Satya (truth) and Rta (eternal order); and every god or goddess exemplifies and represents these two ideas. The moral code Vedics adhere too. Examining the Vedic hymns as a whole, he finds that one discovers a doctrine, not of oneness, but of one divine substance pervading all. It is stated that the One Being is contemplated by the sages in many forms: Ekam santam bahudha kalpayanti. He spends much time in meditation and prayer. Some time in yoga and learning the Kama Sutra so he might please his future wife and the gods ( ... )

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 12:36:39 UTC
*barefoot and hungry she lives within the shadow of Windsor castle. Knows they live in luxury. Knows only that people are dying all around her. Her father, mother, brothers gone. The constant lolling of bells to Bring Out The Dead. Told by the priests that God is doing this to make them pay for their sins. Wonders what they have done so badly to deserve this. Knows that all through london, people are dying in this year of the Lord, 1563.

The children playing Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall dead. Wonders if she will get the rosy red rash in the form of a ring, start sneezing and die. To be turned into ashes on one of the constantly burning piles.

Lives to see her children, several taken by death to the plague, before becoming humpbacked, almost toothless and dying, free of the dreaded rash, but worried for her children, their children. Will the black death ever release its hold on the earth? Is the last thing she asks herself before closing her eyes in peace.*

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 13:09:07 UTC
*A childhood full of love, the son of the chief. Learning how to hunt, fish, protect his tribe. Becoming a man, then running through the glades with the other warriors of the tribe. Kunta Kinte has had a great life.

Then captured by the white man, taken aboard a big wooden boat, the jarring motion as they travel the huge river. Kept in chains, learning how to hate. Given to a man in exchange for some coins. Beaten down time and again. He is Kunta Kinte and will not be defeated.

His toes from one foot cut off after an escape attempt to prevent him from running again. His children sold to other people. His wife sold. Never knowing what happened to any of them. Dying as a slave in a country that allows one man to buy and sell another.*

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 13:12:18 UTC
*he grows up in relative luxury, parents able to feed, clothe and educate him. Eventually going to St. Bartholomew’s Hospital in West Smithfield, as a medical student. Becoming a doctor, meeting Sherlock Holmes his life long friend there, and always learning. Going on one adventure after another with his friend. Solving crimes with him. Eventually becoming sick of hearing, "Elementary, my dear Watson."
Goes for a walk in northern Scotland, falling into the River Dee and drowning.*

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 13:35:38 UTC
*he remembers meeting Willow and playing with her when they were 5. Remembers growing with her, shoving her into mud puddles, even having a crush on her for a short time. His father and mother having the smell of alcohol on their breaths most of the time. The constant fighting, crying, yelling, and throwing of things. He did okay in school, he wasn't the best student, but he also wasn't the worst.

Being part of Buffy's entourage gave him a family, a purpose. He supported them as much as he could, encouraged them. And he met Angel through them, becoming his lover. After graduating, living in his parent's basement, paying rent, going from one job to another before getting into construction. Losing touch with Angel, but meeting Lestate and becoming his lover till the day he dies.*

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 13:52:13 UTC
*Ruby was born just as Earth had almost fully recovered from the Eugenics war. Visiting a museum with a cable car in it. Learning the history of San Francisco. Watching all the different people come and go. Touring Starfleet headquarters and meeting her first Vulcan Soval, and Maxwell Forrest.

Notices how Forrest always talks about Henry Archer. Being hired to tend bar at the 601, the most famous gay bar for Starfleet. Meeting Trip, who kept hitting on her though he knew it was a gay bar and she more interested in women.

Greeting the famous Jon Archer at the end of his mission. Meeting Malcolm Reed who eventually went on to great things. Meeting their children, so tall and much older than they should be considering Enterprise was only gone for about 7 years.

Meeting all the others. Watching Starfleet officers come and go. Till the day of the earthquake, which toppled her bar and killed her.*

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 14:42:20 UTC
*As a child he recognized his mother by scent, her voice, what her footsteps sounded like. He loved how soft her skin was. Loved learning shapes, tastes, how to find his way around outside even though he could not see ( ... )

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