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.