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Ichabod Crane (no_superstition) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-09-20 00:11:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 09, ichabod crane, swan prescott

RP: Meeting new people
Characters: Ichabod, open
Time/Date: Some point in the evening, September 19 (I am late, I know)
Location: In the Rec room
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: He's got to meet other people or never learn how to live in this place
Status: Complete

After speaking with Isadora, Ichabod had searched in a limited capacity for others before deciding to return to his room. On the way he found the register that apparently carried the names of those who were supposed to be in residence; not one name was the slightest bit familiar to him. Instead he decided to take some time to learn a bit more about his immediate surroundings, and more specifically the nature of this place. The room he'd been assigned was filled with fascinating things, all of which seemed to have no grounding in his era. It seemed unthinkable that he should be in a different time period, let alone an entirely different location. At first he thought it had been a dream, and that he would wake.

He didn't. If the Headless Horseman could be real, this could be too, as peculiar as that thought seemed.

Never deterred by that which he did not know, he threw himself into learning at least how to use those things within his room. He learned how the lavatory worked, and how the bathwater flowed hot straight from the tap- and enough for frequent baths, it seemed. The soap did not have the rough scent of lye, and felt far different; in fact, it was almost pleasant and far more gentle than some of the lye soap he had used int he past. The electric lights were a source of fascination; oil had been the predominant source of light throughout the centuries. The very idea of light without work was amazing, and how he wished he'd had it back home!

The messaging device was a greater challenge; a completely unfamiliar mechanism lacking instructions of any sort beyond a message to slide a button- odd, for it was covered entirely with a piece of glass. There was only one button that made the messages appear. Reading them was simple enough, but he had not figured out how to post- yet. The messages that had been posted were disturbing though: people who had vanished, just as she had said- returned now and speaking of something far more sinister. Something he knew nothing about, and needed to know, apparently.

From the way people were writing he would need to go downstairs and find them. The trek downstairs took a bit more time than he would have liked, but it was quiet and solitary- which was fine. Across from where he descended he spotted this room that had been alluded to in previous messages, and cautiously he slipped into the room, not trying to hide but not attempting to draw all attention to himself. He was going to need to know more if he was going to be of any use to these people- and to himself.

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planted_it
2010-09-20 02:02 pm UTC (link)

Swan had gone downstairs to retrieve a candle earlier, and while she didn't exactly understand the necessity of the chocolate, she thought she'd get a few bars for herself. She didn't like the way this felt; it made her uneasy. From the way people were speaking though, it didn't seem like it was going to be like the reaver attack. It was going to be different, and there was more of a chance she'd be affected by it.

After she'd picked up a couple plain chocolate bars, Swan stepped toward the archway leading out of the kitchen, pausing as her gold-flecked blue eyes caught on a stranger. Stranger to her, at any rate, which served to remind her she really needed to get out more, interact with people and not just the plants.

Granted, she had an excuse there; she could talk to them again, so of course she'd be spending more time with them now that they had their powers back.

She tried to decide if this person looked sort of new, completely new, or not new enough to still need help. Her eyes narrowed a bit in contemplation before she cocked her head to one side and decided there was only one way to truly find out. "Hello," she greeted him softly, clutching the chocolate in one small hand. "Have you been here long?"

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no_superstition
2010-09-20 11:59 pm UTC (link)

He turned at the greeting, and offered a small smile to the young lady; a friendly voice was always welcome. A tilt of his head, "Ah, good evening," he began as he turned, but he moved to avoid being in anyone's way should they wish to enter or exit the room.

"I have not," he continued, pleased to note that she at least seemed friendly enough. Of course that could change, but for now at least there was hope that the situation as it had been described to him had not jaded others, making them keep to themselves entirely.

"I have only recently arrived, and only to discover that this place is far from what I had become accustomed to at home- and you, Miss? Are you from here, or have you been brought also?" he asked as he clasped his hands behind his back. No point in looking too terribly lost; it seemed they knew well enough who the new people seemed to be.