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Ichabod Crane ([info]no_superstition) wrote in [info]indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-10-05 15:05:00

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Entry tags:!complete, 2032 10, ichabod crane, katrina van tassel

RP Surprise gifts
Characters: Ichabod, Katrina
Time/Date: The morning of Oct. 5
Location: Ichabod and Katrina's room (corrected because I FAIL at copy/paste- how humiliating)
Warnings/Rating: Angst (maybe), references to death
Summary: Ichabod is most displeased to find a book from his past
Status: Complete


Black robes drew his attention from the floor, where his eyes had been while people milled about to comfort the good reverend for the tragedy experienced by his family. The deed was done, his mother had been sent to her rest in a manner which was deemed fitting for a woman convicted of witchcraft- even if the reverend claimed to have saved her soul. Discussions weren't lost on the child despite the fact that he remained silent and still as he had been instructed to do, but it seemed that those conversations were over and it was time for their own.

"Learn from this," his father said in a deep voice as he towered over him, though the child did not dare meet the man's eyes just yet. In a swift movement his father grabbed his wrists and looked at the bandages on his palms; he was a curious child, bordering on nosey it seemed. Too inquisitive for his own good, and that needed to end. The man shoved the child's hands away before he turned to retrieve a large book to show the child as he approached, the man's robes billowing out around him. "Live by this, or die by this," he declared as he dropped the book heavily before the child, who jumped in his chair. "This is the only book I recommend you read..."

Ichabod woke with a start; since his visit to the Hollow unbidden memories had flooded his mind far more often than he would have liked. During his time in New York he had suffered through less of them, but now in this place it seemed as though it would happen again. He looked around the room, though his eyes rested on something new- a large book that now sat on the nightstand. All too familiar, unexpected, and an unwanted addition to the room; his eyebrows rose and he licked his lips as he looked at it. The image was burned into his memory, and slowly he leaned toward it to lift the cover gingerly to find his family tree written within, and his mother's name stricken in the record with writing beside it: "Ex. 22:18".

Curiosity drove him to open it to the page containing the verse, and after reading it he slammed the book shut and rose from the bed to stare at it. His father's justification for the atrocity he had committed, and the verse echoed in his mind before he looked back to the offending book. Why was it here? What was their reason, their purpose?

"Katrina," he said quietly as he looked to see if she was awake after making sure he was dressed decently enough; he wanted to cause no offense to her after all. Her opinion was always valued and was desired, and although she had been asleep he had not even looked to see if he had awakened her.


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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-06 03:36 am UTC (link)
Katrina stirred a little when Ichabod jerked awake, though she herself was slower to abandon slumber. She heard him speaking her name distantly, and only with great reluctance did she open her eyes to gaze up at him. "Is something the matter?" she murmured before she turned her head away to yawn.

He didn't ... look particularly well. "Did you have a nightmare?" she murmured, brows furrowing in concern as she sat up slowly. She reached out for him reflexively, wanting to do all she could to bring comfort to him. "Tell me of it?" she pressed gently as she stroked his hair. Sitting up, she tried to draw him closer to her.

She herself had not had any unpleasant dreams since she'd been here. She was only just settling back into a somewhat normal cycle of sleep without the noise and the stress to keep her awake ... but now she was more alert, concern for him overriding any lingering sleepiness.

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-06 04:05 am UTC (link)
He sat down once more as he reached for her hand, but he nodded at the question she asked. "I did. It was of my father, a memory," he told her, though he was not entirely sure that it was not tainted by events of their past. "But that is not the problem..."

Ichabod retrieved the book and placed it between them, though he made no effort to open it; he hated to even touch it, but there was no real reason to avoid it. "This was here when I woke from it. It was his, it still bears his writing within it."

His eyes did not leave it, though his expression was one of concerned curiosity. "There was no note, no explanation. I remember nothing- no one entering, yet it must have been placed here by those who brought us here. Why?" Was it a sign of things to come, or simply part of a larger game, as it had been suggested?

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-06 04:51 am UTC (link)
"I don't ... understand," Kat murmured. "How could they have ... come in here?" She tried to recall if she'd heard of anything else like that happening, but she hadn't been here long, nor had she really sought out anyone else for company since Ichabod had arrived. There were a few people she was on friendly terms with, granted, but no one she felt comfortable prying information out of.

She moved one hand as if to touch the bible before stopping herself. Perhaps it was best if she ... didn't.

Why, indeed, would they put something like this here? "Was there anything inside of it? Some note or ... anything at all?" She hesitated, then picked it up gingerly, as if she expected it to bite her.

But it was just a book, wasn't it?

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-06 05:26 am UTC (link)
"How did they bring us here?" he responded; he vaguely remembered being taken, but not all did. It still didn't explain this world entirely, or how they managed to bring people from the past to this... whatever it was. "If they can bring us here, is it any surprise that they should enter the room?"

He would not sleep for some time now, if he thought on it hard enough.

"Not that I saw. The only message within that I found was what my father had written," he offered quietly, and it bothered him more as he considered it. Occasionally he would glance at it in her hands, rubbing his palms together as he tried to imagine the reason for this. "It was not something I had hoped to ever see again, but in light of this last week, I am forced to wonder."

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-06 12:55 pm UTC (link)
While she supposed he had a point, the idea of people coming in while they slept (and how had she slept through that?) was profoundly disturbing. It wasn't enough that they kidnapped people, but they had to violate the sanctity of their rooms as they slept as well?

Katrina shivered and held the book lightly between her palms. "Shall I hide it away?" she murmured as she gazed at him, dark eyes intent. She didn't want it sitting out itn plain sight if it was going to bother him, nor was she inclined to simply surrender it to someone else. But they could hide it away within this room. In the closet, in a drawer they weren't using. It never did occur to her to wonder who the bible had been meant for. It was "her" room, yes (theirs now, truly), but it was clearly meant for him. "You shouldn't have to look on it," she murmured.

She feathered her thumb across the edges of the pages before she glanced up to him, curious what he'd want done with the book.

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-06 02:43 pm UTC (link)
"I do not care to look upon it," he replied before he moved to sit beside her, his eyes on the book. The only thing he could assume was that it might be a message, and one that worried him at that. Between this and the conversation with the "doctor"...

"You have a bit of witch in you, Katrina..."

"They told you what "sent home" is code for, right?"

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live..."

"We mustn't dispose of it," he said as he watched her toy with the edges, the idea of such a message heavy on his mind, though he had not wanted to mention it to her until he had more concrete proof- if there was any. "There is a message here I fear, but I have not decided what it may be. We must meet more people here, Katrina. The note said we must work together to find a way out, if there is one; we must not remain to ourselves."

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-06 04:50 pm UTC (link)
"I would not," she assured him when he mentioned not disposing of it. He had grounds for such a statement, granted -- she wasn't above destroying things that might harm or discomfit her loved ones. But this was different.

This ... they didn't know what this was yet.

"I'll put it in the closet, on the shelf," she offered to him. "So we'll know where it is, if we need it again."

She couldn't fathom why they might need the book ... but it would be there if they did.

Katrina eased out of the bed, smoothing the long white nightgown down her body before she plucked up the book to carry it to the closet and tuck it away.

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-06 06:43 pm UTC (link)
He watched to know where she was storing it, just in case. There was no reason that he could think of for the delivery of such a book, but he doubted that it was without purpose.

He noticed that the table nearest to her was empty, and he frowned as he thought on that too. Perhaps it was a matter of days, or maybe not at all.

"Those I have met have spoken of witches and wizards here, so this makes little sense," he noted as he stood to offer her what he hoped was a comforting smile. She seemed to take it all in stride, steady and reliable. That was one of the things he adored about her. "Do you remember how to use that device, or should I show you once more? I would have you know how to use it, for many reasons."

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-07 02:39 pm UTC (link)
Katrina nodded slightly when he spoke of witches and wizards, biting her lower lip gently. "I met a girl who ... has a bit of magic," she admitted quietly. She'd read about the others on the network, of course, though aside from a very brief conversation in passing with Lily, she hadn't really spoken to any of the others at length.

"I remember," she assured him. Perhaps she couldn't use it as effectively under pressure or anything, and she perhaps didn't know all of the features, but she could make a message and she could read the others that were written.

Turning away from the closet after she'd closed the door, Katrina retreated to the bed. She wondered if he wanted to talk about the apperance of the bible, or if he'd rather leave the topic alone. She'd follow his lead, either way.

"Will you be all right?" she asked softly.

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-08 04:14 am UTC (link)
He reached for her hands as he considered what she said. "I would know where they found this book as well as why they would bring it here. I did not want it when the time came, and I left it for his church. It served no purpose for me beyond a reminder of things I did not care to relive. Now they bring it here, and from what little I have heard I begin to fear the future in this place. If they can go back in time to bring us, what stops them from bringing him? What prevents them from bringing the Hessian?"

If all this was in their power, this place was more to be feared than tolerated, and it made the need to get away that much more important.

"At least they brought you," he offered with a small smile. "I would prefer that you were home, away from this... whatever this is." At least he had at least one person he could depend upon. "At least I can see you safe."

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-08 05:00 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps he is too dangerous," she offered uncertainly, disbelieving the words even as she spoke them. There were people here, captives here, who were dangerous ... and the horseman was only a danger to those he was ordered to ... well, be a danger to.

But if they were able to bring him here, then surely they wouldn't do so without the means to control him. Katrina exhaled softly before she shifted closer to rest her head against Ichabod's chest.

"I would rather we were both home safe, away from this nightmare," she admitted quietly. Granted, she assumed he desired the very same thing, but it didn't hurt to speak the words aloud. She would rather not be home alone, knowing what she knew. She would hate to think of him alone here, forced to face this mystery on his own.

"Do you think ... do you think there is a way out of here? Like the note said, if we work together ...?" She knew they'd already planned to go out and mingle, but perhaps they should develop some sort of plan of going about that.

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-08 05:18 pm UTC (link)
"In life or in death?" he asked, noting that if the stories were true, he could be controlled in a manner when he lived. Still, she was right, and he nodded. At least there was the hope that it was not their actual goal to kill them off.

He embraced her when she leaned against him, comforted by her touch and her presence. "As would I," he said as he stroked her hair, "and I worry for young Masbath. I wonder if he sees us still there, since you said I was present even though I was here."

Her next question made him think; there had be a way out of here, not everyone who left could have died- or so he hoped. Dr. Matt had not confirmed what he feared, he merely fed his fears with his wording.

"There must be," he said with a reassuring smile as he looked to her. "From what I understand some of left his place- vanished, but no one will say how or why. I cannot believe there is no way out; I think first we must know what they have tried. I know about the white line, and that crossing it has dire results; I have not yet seen it though. I hear there are those who have crossed it and were injured or killed; we mustn't end that way, but we must know more." Obvious, but no less true.

"Has anyone shared anything of use with you?" he asked, wondering if her approach might not have resulted in different results.

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-08 10:08 pm UTC (link)
Her lips parted, but she thought he had a point with that. In life, he was dangerous but not immortal (undead?) as he had been in her experience. In life, he could be controlled.

Katrina thought for a few moments about Ichabod's words. If he'd been here and she hadn't noticed him missing, then surely Masbath would have the same experience. They were both gone, but he'd be none the wiser, if her experience was the norm. "I'm certain he sees us both there," she murmured softly as she lifted a hand. Slender, pale fingers stroked softly through Ichabod's dark hair as she held him close.

Nodding in agreement to his assessment of the line and how it was best for them to stay away from it, she smiled a little. "I don't know what's useful, exactly," she admitted. "I don't know what questions to ask to find out what we need to find. Even if I did hear or stumble across something useful, I might not know what to do with it."

It felt to her a bit like trying to put together a puzzle with no idea of what the picture was, and coloring on both sides of the pieces. She had no idea where to begin, or what to do with the information she did have.

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-08 11:44 pm UTC (link)
In truth, he had no idea what to do with the information, but it could be written down, recorded. He had a tendency to do that, and he could see patterns on the pages once he had enough information- not literal patterns, of course, but the way the information tied together. He would need to do that again here, it seemed.

"Write it down," he told her when she told him she would not know what to do with the information. "I suspect we are not the only ones, or more people would leave more frequently. We may be able to contribute yet."

He held her to him then, to comfort her as much as himself that she was indeed real and here. "We will find our way home," he said softly.

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-09 01:16 am UTC (link)
Katrina wanted to believe his words, his promises. It wasn't as though they knew for certain what happened to the people that were no longer here. There was speculation, she was certain, but no one actually knew.

She agreed with his idea of writing down information, and she wondered if there was a place to find a journal or logbook of some sort. "I hope someday we will," she murmured quietly to him. Leaning in closer, she pressed her lips tenderly to his own before she drew back slowly.

While she wondered what he honestly thought the odds were of a return, she didn't think she wanted to ask, really. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear his honest answer to that question.

Eager to remove their attention and focus from such dark matters, Katrina drew back and smoothed her hair out of her face. "So what shall we do now?" She inquired, her dark eyes focusing on his.

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-09 05:27 am UTC (link)
He had yet to find familiar writing implements and a journal book (or parchment at the very least), but all things considered there had to be something in this place- there was so much else after all.

She pulled him from his thoughts with the kiss, and he smiled at the gentle gesture. He often found himself wondering at how he had become accustomed to it after convincing himself that he needed no such thing, but it was never a regret or a terrible thought.

"Now... we will listen, we will ask questions, and we will spend time together as we can," he responded, his smile faltering. "I suspect we will not find a way out within a day. While there will be room for work, we must not lose each other."

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-09 07:16 am UTC (link)
"But all things come in time," Katrina whispered to him. Perhaps they would not find their way out tomorrow, the next day, or even a month from now, but if they were persistent, they would eventually win their way home.

If she could simply maintain that belief, she was certain it would matter.

They had to figure out how to escape. Figure out if anyone here knew something. Figure out what kind of talents could be used to work on a way out. Talk to people.

It was a daunting prospect and a task she wasn't certain she was up for. Dark eyes shifted to Ichabod, studying his face. Her worry was etched plainly in her own eyes, and she shook her head slightly before she cupped his cheek gently.

"We should go down to breakfast," she murmured. "We can worry about this later."

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[info]no_superstition
2010-10-09 09:46 pm UTC (link)
She was right, and his thoughts were very much in agreement with hers. He did not care to worry her more by speaking too much about it, but he had no intention of hiding anything from her either.

"I think you are correct," he replied; her practicality was without question, and there would be no better way to get to know others. Without a doubt there was no point in spending all their time isolated and alone, and in a place such as this her personality could be well suited to this. She was so well loved in the Hollow after all, outgoing and sweet.

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[info]van_tassel
2010-10-09 10:30 pm UTC (link)
"It's settled then," Katrina declared as she once again set about working herself out of bed. "We'll go downstairs and have breakfast, and talk to whoever is there, and forget about the ... unfortunate incident of this morning."

Turning away, she mvoed to the dresser and started to sort through the gowns there. She'd dress, and he would dress, and they'd go downstairs, and they'd be social, and they'd start making an active effort to learn more about this place. Know thy enemy, after all. They'd work a way out of here, come hell, high water, or headless horsemen.

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