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Characters: Atem menkheperatum and OPEN to YOU
Setting/Location: Outskirts of district 4
Date & Time: Day 0, late evening
Warnings: Nada
Summary: Moody pharaoh is moody? And also technologically challenged.
He's only passed one day in this strange world and already he's tired of it. More than tired, he's exhausted. It started when he woke in an uncomfortable bed, with springs digging into his back. That was the first sign that something had gone terribly wrong. It was pointless to count the rest as they were both numerous and quite obvious, complete with a plethora of perfectly unhelpful strangers, a few bad run ins and culminating in the towering monstrosity that rolled into the village early that evening.
He'd returned to the hotel he first found himself in to pass the night but even if he hadn't been too anxious to sleep, the small bed and cramped quarters and the all around lack of privacy certainly would've prevented it.
Getting up again in a huff, he storms out of the building in search of a little time and space alone. They told him not to stray too far but who is he to take orders from anyone? All the trees surrounding Sleepywoods leave him feeling restless anyway; they're completely claustrophobic to someone whose world consists almost entirely of vast skies lining an unbroken blue horizon.
Needing to find someplace relatively open, he eventually drops down in a meager clearing near the cultivated land, face up, eyes on the cloud covered stars and even that that offers little in the way of comfort. He's never been one for stargazing, certainly couldn't name all the patterns in the sky but it doesn't take an astronomer to sense something gravely off in the heavens. The scorpion constellation should be be appearing on the horizon right about now. And he's never had trouble finding the polar star before. No. It would seem that not one thing exists in this world to link him to home. It is a sobering thought.
Then there was the Junogram, that infuriating little device that kept delivering him messages. He doesn't even remember bringing it until it goes off some time later but it's the last thing he wants to deal with right now. He chucks it away with an audible curse, not caring where or with whom it lands. It was mostly useless to him anyway.
True he'd learned about the journey from it, and the woman at the end of it all but that was a long ways away and the prospect of escape was not a promise, only a possibility. He'd play with those odds if he had to but he wasn't going to accept them without exhausting all other possibilities.
And besides... where would he even go?
Setting/Location: Outskirts of district 4
Date & Time: Day 0, late evening
Warnings: Nada
Summary: Moody pharaoh is moody? And also technologically challenged.
He's only passed one day in this strange world and already he's tired of it. More than tired, he's exhausted. It started when he woke in an uncomfortable bed, with springs digging into his back. That was the first sign that something had gone terribly wrong. It was pointless to count the rest as they were both numerous and quite obvious, complete with a plethora of perfectly unhelpful strangers, a few bad run ins and culminating in the towering monstrosity that rolled into the village early that evening.
He'd returned to the hotel he first found himself in to pass the night but even if he hadn't been too anxious to sleep, the small bed and cramped quarters and the all around lack of privacy certainly would've prevented it.
Getting up again in a huff, he storms out of the building in search of a little time and space alone. They told him not to stray too far but who is he to take orders from anyone? All the trees surrounding Sleepywoods leave him feeling restless anyway; they're completely claustrophobic to someone whose world consists almost entirely of vast skies lining an unbroken blue horizon.
Needing to find someplace relatively open, he eventually drops down in a meager clearing near the cultivated land, face up, eyes on the cloud covered stars and even that that offers little in the way of comfort. He's never been one for stargazing, certainly couldn't name all the patterns in the sky but it doesn't take an astronomer to sense something gravely off in the heavens. The scorpion constellation should be be appearing on the horizon right about now. And he's never had trouble finding the polar star before. No. It would seem that not one thing exists in this world to link him to home. It is a sobering thought.
Then there was the Junogram, that infuriating little device that kept delivering him messages. He doesn't even remember bringing it until it goes off some time later but it's the last thing he wants to deal with right now. He chucks it away with an audible curse, not caring where or with whom it lands. It was mostly useless to him anyway.
True he'd learned about the journey from it, and the woman at the end of it all but that was a long ways away and the prospect of escape was not a promise, only a possibility. He'd play with those odds if he had to but he wasn't going to accept them without exhausting all other possibilities.
And besides... where would he even go?