_peabody (_peabody) wrote in almost_paradise, @ 2013-02-15 04:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia peabody, jack mcfarland - will & grace |
Displaced (open)
Amelia opened her eyes and that was when her whole world changed.
This was not Shepheard's, where she had momentarily closed her eyes. She had been enjoying a cup of tea on the terrace, reflecting on the past season in Egypt. That had only been a second ago, she would have sworn. But the room she was now in held no resemblance to the familiar hotel in Cairo.
The Master Criminal!
She had been kidnapped again. Sethos must have somehow managed to drug her tea, though how he had done so and gotten away with her in broad daylight was a testimony to his cleverness and determination. Amelia found herself both angered and excited at the idea, though she would never admit that last part. He had informed her he had feelings for her, but she was a happily married woman, which meant, naturally, that she was secretly flattered and secretly pleased. And perhaps, once or twice, her imaginings had taken her to fresh romantic ideas. Though she would never act on such feelings, they were there, buried deep.
If this was his plan to get her to help reform him, he was certainly going about things the wrong way!
Grabbing her parasol and her little bag, thinking it remarkably careless of Sethos to leave those things or her, she headed toward the door, certain it would be locked. Instead, the knob turned easily. Smoothing down her long crimson skirt, Amelia headed down the hall, completely missing the little gift basket. Rather than stopping to ask for assistance from a staff member, she hurried toward the doors. She was fairly sure she wasn't in Cairo anymore, for she knew every large hotel there and this resembled none of those, but wherever she was, there would be a police station, and she fully intended to find it. Until she stepped outside.
All she could do was gape. Amelia had never in her wildest dreams imagined something like this. It looked like a scene from some Jules Verne book (she had picked one up once and dismissed it only a quarter of the way through as tripe), and settled the question once and for all. This was definitely NOT Cairo. Or Egypt. Or England. Or anywhere she had ever heard of.
The woman who last knew the world as Earth in 1895 just stood in the middle of the sidewalk, barely able to breathe, and completely unsure about anything for perhaps the first time in her life.
Actually, there was one thing she did know for sure. There was no way Sethos had done all this.