Ariadne • 001
Who • Ariadne and somarium
Where • Espoir
Style • Starting in third; will match you.
Status • Open.
The last thing Ariadne knew was that she was on a plane. At least, that's what she thought. In all actuality, she had just ridden the final kick all the way up from limbo: between falling off the balcony into the crumbling city; being dropped by the crumbling base; being caught in what could effectively be called an elevator accident; and plunging into the freezing water of a river, her mind was still reeling and her stomach nauseated. When her eyes opened at long last not the interior of the first class compartment of a jet but to blue skies and a village clearly caught in the endgame of a major renovation, she frowned.
Her hand was in her pocket, feeling for her totem before she even bothered to sit up; its familiar weight in her hand was enough to calm her nerves somewhat, though the thought that somehow she hadn't woken up lingered in the back of her mind. A device not unlike a cell phone met her hand, hitting the ground as she withdrew the totem, setting it in the grass and carefully knocking it over - not a dream. Not one of their construction, at least.
That was probably the first thing Ariadne noticed as she rose to her feet, brushing grass off of her pants and glancing around slowly, taking it all in: this was nothing like what she'd ever designed before, and yet, it was nowhere based in reality either.
Where • Espoir
Style • Starting in third; will match you.
Status • Open.
The last thing Ariadne knew was that she was on a plane. At least, that's what she thought. In all actuality, she had just ridden the final kick all the way up from limbo: between falling off the balcony into the crumbling city; being dropped by the crumbling base; being caught in what could effectively be called an elevator accident; and plunging into the freezing water of a river, her mind was still reeling and her stomach nauseated. When her eyes opened at long last not the interior of the first class compartment of a jet but to blue skies and a village clearly caught in the endgame of a major renovation, she frowned.
Her hand was in her pocket, feeling for her totem before she even bothered to sit up; its familiar weight in her hand was enough to calm her nerves somewhat, though the thought that somehow she hadn't woken up lingered in the back of her mind. A device not unlike a cell phone met her hand, hitting the ground as she withdrew the totem, setting it in the grass and carefully knocking it over - not a dream. Not one of their construction, at least.
That was probably the first thing Ariadne noticed as she rose to her feet, brushing grass off of her pants and glancing around slowly, taking it all in: this was nothing like what she'd ever designed before, and yet, it was nowhere based in reality either.