InsaneJournal

Who: Simon, open
What: Simon's been investigating and is still very very confused.
When: Wednesday, early afternoon.
Where: West wing, second floor, just leaving room 6.
Status/Rating: Open to any and all who want to say hello.


Well, this was certainly none of Curtis' doing, Simon muttered to himself before reappearing inside his own sitting room. He would have called it a living room, but it was far too opulent for that, although his bedroom was even more sumptuous with all its brocades and drapes and a ceiling that looked like a medieval Star Chamber. Simon was no historian, but when he'd first awoken and looked around himself, he half-expected Dr. Dee to venture in.

Well, either Dr. Dee or Albus Dumbledore... but that was just stupid.

Only not so much. In the almost-week he'd been in what he'd discovered was a castle, he'd made several observances. Of course, he'd made most if not all of them while he was invisible. He hadn't been spying, but he instinctively sussed that it might be better for himself if he learned what he could since this place... well, if it had had anything to do with Curtis and his time travel, then Curtis must've been on some mad trips in his time.

One of the things he'd learned was that Albus Dumbledore actually wasn't there. This hadn't surprised him in the least. What had surprised him, however (and, to be honest, kept him invisible and silent in mixed company for a few days longer that he'd originally anticipated), was that there seemed to be a Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, a few Marauders... not that he was into the fandom, but his 12 year old sister was addicted.

But that was just it. It was a FANDOM... it was FICTIONAL. Did that mean this was all a fantasy convention and he was mixed up in a horrendous Cosplay nightmare of some sort?

Then, of course, he'd heard the name River Tam. He'd actually almost dropped his invisibility when that had happened. River Tam... he'd had SUCH a damn crush on her when he'd watched Firefly. And it WAS her. It was just too good an impersonation in every conceivable way not to be her. Simon's mouth had been just a little dry for three days thinking of her. He might also have taken some advantage of his invisibility stretching to whatever he was holding to film her his surroundings on his (thankfully present) mobile phone as he made himself aware of his surroundings.

And what the shit was with all the kids milling around?

He'd taken his meals in his room, making sure he was invisible whenever his food was brought. To the best of his knowledge, nobody at all had seen him since he'd arrived. Certainly nobody had approached him or spoken a word to him and, at first, he'd preferred it that way. And yet, once he'd managed to learn his whereabouts (as much as he could), the novelty and not small amount of fear had subsided considerably and he found he was missing company. It had only been a few weeks since he'd met the rest of the Community Service group, but he felt that they'd begun to open up to him a little, even accept him into their midst. Of course, Nathan was a pain in the arse - shit even Sally had called him a twat. But it was best not to think about Sally. After all, he'd had to kill her, even if it was all an accident when it happened. She'd have Told and they'd all have been taken away somewhere and experimented on before being killed.

Instead of which, only Nathan was dead. And that was his fault, too, even if that was also an accident. He really had tried to save Nathan, but the panic and the rain and Nathan's weight hanging off the roof... it was all just too much. Nathan's last words still echoed in Simon's brain... "SAVE ME, BARRY!!!" He decided that he didn't mind being called Barry so much. Actually, he'd even let Nathan call him Melon Fucker or Pantysniffer if it meant that Nathan could still be alive...

Simon wondered if the others would even miss him. He comforted himself with the suspicion that they actually might. He was certainly missing them.

He put his own mobile into his pocket and picked up the smart phone that he hadn't yet used from the sideboard in the sitting room. He was sure the piece of furniture should have a better name than sideboard, but he couldn't think of one. He frowned in concentration as he examined the phone, then took a deep breath. Okay, in for a penny.

He sent an open message into the network. Bit like a paperless message in a glassless bottle.

"Hello. I'm Simon. I've been here a few days now, in the West wing. All my friends are missing and I still don't really know where I am or how I got here. Just, hello, I suppose."

He'd hesitated over the word "friends", and again, even longer, before he finally sent the message.

Then he went to the door to his room, made sure he was visible, put his smart phone into another pocket in his jacket, and left the room. He stood in the passageway for a few seconds, deciding which way to go, then he turned and started walking towards the staircase, flattening his hair down with both hands as he walked.