|Felix can make you beautiful. (beautifultouch) wrote in yegods,|
@ 2012-04-20 10:01:00
|Entry tags:||!mini-log, felix vinter, sunyoung dupont|
Underworld Food is So Heavy
WHO Sunyoung "Sunny" Dupont & Felix Vinter
WHERE The Underworld
WHEN April 15th, 2012, Evening (Backdated!)
SUMMARY Mini-log: Felix forgets to tell Sunny about the note...
When Felix wakes up, there's food in his cell. He's not sure if it's morning or night, because there isn't really morning or night here. His body just gets tired after a while - or he gets too bored - and he falls asleep for some time. The only way to know for certain is to check his iPhone, which is sitting on the floor next to his bed. He doesn't immediately reach for it, though, because his environs have changed. He rubs at one eye and blinks blearily at the table now laden will all sorts of food and what looks like a slip of paper. Even Felix realizes that that's the most interesting thing about the spread. Maybe it'll tell him why they're here. He gets to his feet, hurrying over to the table to open up the piece of paper.
Don't eat this, Felix!!! Love, Dad!
He blinks a couple of times and reads it again. Lowering the note, he looks at all the food. He's pretty hungry, though not as hungry as he expected he'd be. Still, it seems rather cruel to have all this amazing food sitting right there, waiting for him to dig in. Sighing, he tucks the note into his pocket. There's no way to know if it's actually from Baldr, but there's no way to say it isn't. He goes back over to his bed, flopping down, and sighs again for good measure. He's silent for a while, listening to hear if Sunny is awake and moving around or not. He waits until he hears her shifting in her spell to speak.
"You awake, Sunny?"
. . .
Sunny tensed, fingers poised right over a grape. Silence was a rare commodity in this underworld prison. Felix didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. She'd hoped he'd stay sleeping for a while, having only woken ten minutes earlier herself. She'd crawled out of the bed in Jaesun's shirt and ridiculous boxers and hurried to look at the spread laid out for her. A part of her wondered if it were poisoned or cursed, but prolonged staring at the food had only reminded her that she hadn't eaten and inspired a phantom hunger in her.
"No," she answered, then slapped her forehead. Really? "I mean, yes. Hi." Frowning, she came away from the table to approach the wall of winding rope that separated them. She scratched a finger over a coil of the giant knot in the middle. It was so inconvenient, this wall. If she could only get at Felix, she might be able to smother him into silence. "What's up?"
. . .
Someone should play something like the Smurf theme. That's about how happily oblivious Felix is to Sunny's ever declining mood, which he has been contributing to since day one. He sits up, over eager and overly energetic, when he hears her voice and comes over to the ropes. He can only sort of see some small bits and pieces of her cell, which looks basically like his.
"Not much," he says, as though this is somehow worth reporting. "Did you have a good sleep?" He almost says night, but there doesn't seem to be much differentiation here, so it would be pretty pointless. "I had the weirdest dreams!"
. . .
The sound of his voice made her teeth grind from overexposure. He never shut up. Sunny didn't know it was possible to talk as much as Felix did when anxious. At least in Belize, there'd been constant alcohol. There was no alcohol here now - at least, that she'd seen in her brief inspection of the table - and therefore no buffer. Twenty questions had soured for her after question two. She pulled and picked at the rope in vain, then let her hands drop with a snarl. It's a good thing they can't really see each other.
"I didn't sleep much." Day and night never seemed to change in the Underworld. How was she supposed to take natural cues from constant gloom? "Or have any dreams. I don't really dream, so!" Holding her breath, she turned back to the table of food and padded over to it. Would it be too much to hope that the conversation was over now?
. . .
"Aww, that's too bad," he replies, shaking his head. He can hear her wandering away, but he stays by the rope. "I had this totally crazy dream! Didn't he already say that? Well, he's saying it again. "Like, okay, there were these technicolor dolphins, right? And there were in the Olympics, so like we were trying to get tickets so we could see them doing their um... what is it called? Oh yeah, synchronized swimming routine, because they totally couldn't win unless we were there, since we had this special sign that would motivate them and stuff. But then the ticket taker just was never there, so we kept looking all over for him, and then the dream turned into this thing where I was riding the subway - or I guess they call it the Tube - and I was going to Thailand, because I had to teach a class, but I didn't have any notes, so I didn't know what I was supposed to be teaching about..." This dream sequence goes on for at least two minutes before he suddenly stops and asks. "Hey, you're not eating, are you?"
. . .
She nodded along with it all as she paced tha table lined with food, occasionally letting a 'oh!' or 'uh-huh' slip out in what she thought were appropriate places. It was bothersome had she had to pay some attention to the story, but it was better than being fully silent. Then he might realise she hadn't responded, and start asking her questions about what she thought. That was no good. Except she was bad at paying attention, because it occurred to her suddenly that Felix had stopped talking. She'd just swallowed a grape and was bringing a second to her mouth when she puzzled out what he'd said. "Yeah, why?" It was poisoned, wasn't it? Shit.
. . .
"Oh," Felix says, feeling a sudden wave of alarm wash over him. "Well, there was a note from my dad... that said not to eat it. Didn't say why, though." He clears his throat, trying to sound very calm and unaffected, so that she won't panic. "Um... do you feel weird or anything?"
. . .
"Are you kid--" The sudden wave of alarm washed over her, too, and then she felt it. 'It' wasn't anything besides a sudden feeling of weight, as if the grape had turned into a bowling ball. Everything suddenly seemed very... heavy. She spit the second one out and gripped the table, eyes roaming for a similar note. There was none. "I don't have a note." Why wouldn't her dad leave a note? "What did the note say?"
. . .
"It just said 'don't eat this,'" he says, digging it out of his pocket. He turns it over, but that's really all that is written there. "Maybe you should sit down or something?" he suggests. "Do you feel sick? Maybe you should try to make yourself throw up or something..." This... definitely doesn't seem good, and he tries to pry back some of the rope to peer in, but with very little success.
. . .
Sunny scowled again at the rope, but her anger was a strange benefit. Wanting to wring Felix's neck saved her from panicking as she tottered towards the bed again and climbed in it. "Why wouldn't you tell me something like that, huh? Instead of talking about stupid technicolour dolphins and taking trains to Thailand!" She flopped onto her back with effort, groaning. "What if it's poisoned? What then? Because you had to go talking about dreams instead of saying 'hey Sunny, don't eat that!' now I might be poisoned!"
Her face scrunched up with frustration, but her arms felt too heavy to beat at the bed. "You can't even take a train to Thailand! There's a ocean in the way!"
. . .
Felix shifts from foot to foot, a little like a child who's just realized he's done something that's going to get him into serious trouble, and it's too late to avoid detection. He chews his lower lip. This is definitely a pretty bad thing, and she is right to be mad about it. He's not sure why he didn't think to tell her right off. Somehow, he thought she'd have a letter, too. And he just... didn't think about it, but that's small consolation if she really is poisoned. He cringes a little as she berates him. The part about the dream is a little weird, though, and he tries to peek through the ropes to see if she's hallucinating or something.
"Do you feel sick?" he asks in a meek little voice. "I'm really sorry..."
. . .
"Several oceans, Felix!" She didn't think he'd get it anyways, but still felt the need to drive the point home that his stupid dream had put her life in danger. She stared at the ceiling and considered his question. Nothing hurt. Her toes could still wiggle, though it took great effort to do so. Her airways remained unblocked and functional. "I don't think so," she said finally, strangely calm in the face of possibly having her insides melted, heart exploded, or some other terrible fate. "Everything just feels really heavy."
. . .
"Well, that's good," Felix says, between worrying his lip. He's not sure if it is or not, but in the movies, when someone is poisoned, they almost always immediately start bleeding from the mouth and die, and she is not immediately dying, so... That's a good thing, at least. "Can you breathe okay?" he asks, scratching his head.
. . .
Her immediate want was to shout 'YES', but she waited a few breaths just to be sure, then answered. "Yes." It didn't seem to be an immobilising feeling, only a strange weight over all her limbs. And when someone was as lazy as she was, why would they want to move through it? She was temporarily content to stay put and see if anything changed. Of course, that would mean however long it was lounging on the bed, listening to Felix's extended technicolour dolphin rambles.
"I think I'm gonna try to go back to sleep," she said slowly, careful to make ever word crystal clear. "I promise I'll let you know if I start dying. Til then, radio silence. O-kay?"
. . .
Felix continues to fidget with the ropes, trying to peek in. Oh man. Oh man. This is really bad. What if she does get sick? He can't even get through these ropes to try to help her. He draws his lips between his teeth. At least, she sounds okay aside from being really (and understandably) angry. He really hopes she doesn't die, but it occurs to him that she might get mad about him saying stuff like that, so instead, he just inwardly wills her to be okay and nods when she says she is going to sleep and he should be quiet. "Okay," he repeats meekly, going to sit on his bed and settling in.
At least, he can listen to make sure she's still breathing.