Rose Hathaway :: Vampire Academy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lildampeer) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} somerealityrpg,@ 2019-09-05 08:56:00 |
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log: meeting the roommate
BACKDATED - MID JUNE
ROSE HATHAWAY + EDMUND PEVENSIE
"Who the hell are you?"
"Who the hell are you?"
THEIR APT | RATING: Rose swears a lot
Rose felt like a walking bruise. She'd gotten way too used to magical healing in the last several months, no matter how much she might try to protest when she stopped to think about the side effects on Lissa. The last thing she ever wanted was to be healed at her best friend’s expense - or anyone else's - but she had to admit the insta-healing had its perks.
Unfortunately, the city Rose had woken up in DIDN'T have Lissa or spirit users and she'd had to rely on good old human medicine. She'd passed out before having a chance to read the note, but now that she was awake and alert, it didn't really make any more sense. She'd been magically kidnapped to what? Some magical city that she couldn't fucking leave? From one kidnap situation to another? At least this one didn't involve being held hostage by a soulless vampire who happened to look like her ex-whatever he was. Not quite boyfriend but at the same time it was so much more. She guessed that meant she'd traded up.
Medical had patched her up pretty well, but she still hurt. Every painful step reminded her that she was damn lucky to be alive. In hindsight, maybe running off alone after Dimitri hadn't been the best plan she had ever come up with.
She'd never known what would be next after she found him, after she killed with. Honestly, a part of her hadn't expected to live through it. She'd thought killing Dimitri would kill her. Now that she was standing on the other side - in a strange new place, no less - she wasn't quite sure what the hell to do with herself. The first step, she decided, was to check out the apartment they'd given her.
This wasn't Narnia. For a brief moment, Edmund - light-headed and shivering though he was - had been elated with the hope that some exception had been made, some reprieve granted, and they had been permitted to return. He was certainly not on the train platform, and if ever Aslan might have moderated his decree, would it not be when Narnia was in danger? But while the vaulted ceiling above his head was grand enough for a palace - and even seemed vaguely familiar - other signs quickly showed more commonality with England.
The arrival of the letter put an end to that hope, if not to Edmund's questions. He doubted the reliability of this 'Jubilant Entity,' but cold as he was, the offer of a place to stay was tempting. It might be a trap, but he would proceed warily. He checked the directions and found his way outside, hoping for a better vantage point. The city might have looked vaguely familiar, but it was hard to tell through the sheets of rain. He hadn't been dressed for a storm, and he was soaked through well before he reached the apartment building. "This Entity could have provided an umbrella," he muttered to himself as he entered. "Or some dry clothes."
“No shit,” Rose answered in a friendly enough tone, despite immediately shifting to a defensive stance as a guy she didn’t recognize entered the apartment she’d walked into just moments earlier. Sharp dhampir eyes that were well trained despite ditching St. Vlad’s months before graduation studied him. He looked human and she didn’t get a sense of the Supernatural off of him, so he probably was. He looked close to her age, maybe a year or two older, but there was something in his eyes that suggested he was older. At least, it suggested to her that he’d lived through some shit.
“Who the hell are you?” she asked, more than a little grumpy about the whole situation. She hadn’t been sure where she was going to go or what she was going to do next, but this sure as hell wasn’t what she’d wanted and the fact that she could barely sense Lissa from this place didn’t make her any less frustrated by the situation.
That was not the most abrupt greeting Edmund had ever received, but it was certainly on the list, at least for those welcomes that had not actually included drawn weapons. The lack of weapons was enough reason not to snap back. Edmund didn't make a practice of lashing out at strangers, and if this was a trap, this woman did not appear to be responsible. She looked at least as battered as he did and by more than the rainstorm.
"I'm Edmund," he said. That much should be enough for now. "I was directed here." He pulled the letter from his jacket where it had been protected from the rain and held it out. "And you are?"
“Rose Hathaway.” She held out the identical note that she had received, somehow completely undamaged by the rain. There was obviously some kind of freaky magic to this place. That didn’t exactly bring comfort to the situation.
Rose relaxed her stance slightly, but she didn’t drop her guard completely. She was pretty well aware that she wasn’t exactly in the best shape for a fight, but that didn’t mean she’d shy away from one if she needed to defend herself. And she knew better by now than to assume someone was harmless just because they looked human.
“Where are you from, Edmund?”she asked, looking a little less like she might punch him than she had a moment ago.
The slight relaxing of her stance was a good sign. Edmund lowered the hand with the letter. "London," he said. He'd had a brief, mischievous impulse to answer 'Spare Oom,' but outside of Narnia only the other Friends would get the joke. That was a sobering thought. Edmund realized he had half hoped to find Peter when he arrived at the flat, if not Lucy and the others.
"Have you seen anyone else here?" He asked urgently. At some point he would notice the fact that he was dripping water on the floor, but that was a concern for later.
Rose nodded in acknowledgement to his answer, even if it didn't tell her a lot. It wasn't much of a surprise, anyway, given the accent he spoke with, not that that meant much these days. He was obviously in the same boat as she was, but that didn't mean she could trust him. She could, however, put on a decent show of friendliness while she attempted to learn more about him.
“Just on the network,” she answered. It was a lie - there's been the guy who had found her in the park with his weird spider suit, but she didn't feel like getting into that or the fact that she'd spent some time in the hospital before checking herself out. Peter has actually walked with her most of the way here, but other than him and the people in the hospital, he wasn't sure she'd say she'd really seen anyone. Details she decided Edmund didn't need to know about at the moment. “What about you?”
"No," said Edmund, disappointed. "Not to speak to, at least. There isn't much to see through the rain." He wasn't quite ready to elaborate on who he'd hoped to find. Strangers met in a new world could become dear friends or bitter enemies, and he didn't exactly have Lucy's good luck (Although it was probably just as well that Edmund had not been the first to meet Tumnus. Things could have gone much worse, after all).
It seemed that Rose did have some information he did not, however? "The network?" If they were not the only ones to be transported to this place, it would make sense for some sort of association to develop among the newcomers. An underground, perhaps, or even a resistance if this 'Jubilant Entity' proved less than benevolent. Separating Edmund from his family had already prejudiced him against it.
“Yeah.” Rose pulled out the cheap smartphone - the prepaid kind - she'd picked up in a convenience store on her way here. She wasn't an expert by a long shot - back home she hadn't even had a smart phone - but she'd figured out that enough to get by and to find some kind of web network.
“Here,” she said, stepping closer to Edmund to show him the screen while she pulled up the post she'd made and a couple of others. “It's on the Internet. It doesn't look like we're the only ones this has happened to, but there's no one else I recognize. This entity seems to be grabbing us from all over the place.”
Internet was another foreign term to Edmund, although he began to get the idea from watching Rose demonstrate the device. "It's for communication," he said after watching closely. "Like a really fancy radio." It looked like something straight out of a science fiction novel, really. "Is this another planet? Are all those names people brought here from other worlds? And where do you get one of those machines?"
It was a lot of questions with which to bombard a person who seemed to be in the same boat as himself, but Rose at least appeared familiar with this network, if nothing else.
“I’m pretty sure we’re still on Earth, if that’s what you mean.” It hadn’t really occurred to her there could be actual aliens here, at least until he’d questioned the planet. “I met this other guy, Peter, and he said it looks a lot like New York City outside, except we didn’t see any hotels or other apartment buildings. I got my phone in a gas station, but if this ‘Jubilant Entity’ set up this network for us, I wonder if we don’t have computers in our rooms or something. She hadn’t gotten far enough to look yet, since she’d just gotten to the apartment and met him. “Guess we should check that out.”
Earlier, she'd said that she hadn't met anyone else, Edmund noted, but didn't point it out. He was a stranger to her in this strange world; he couldn't fault her for being wary. The name did catch his attention, however. "Peter who?" he asked. It was unlikely to be his Peter - Susan was the Pevensie sibling with knowledge of America - but there was a chance. "We should look into that," Edmund agreed. He looked down at himself and the growing puddle on the floor, finally remembering that he was dripping wet. "And dry off," he added.
“Parker,” she supplied. “He just arrived here, like us.” She still omitted the part where he'd been wearing a spider suit or had taken her to a hospital to get checked out before she'd been able to come here to the apartment.
Rose laughed as her attention was drawn again to the fact that her roommate was soaking wet. “Maybe you should dry off first,” she suggested. “Technology and water don't usually mix very well.”
Unfortunately, the city Rose had woken up in DIDN'T have Lissa or spirit users and she'd had to rely on good old human medicine. She'd passed out before having a chance to read the note, but now that she was awake and alert, it didn't really make any more sense. She'd been magically kidnapped to what? Some magical city that she couldn't fucking leave? From one kidnap situation to another? At least this one didn't involve being held hostage by a soulless vampire who happened to look like her ex-whatever he was. Not quite boyfriend but at the same time it was so much more. She guessed that meant she'd traded up.
Medical had patched her up pretty well, but she still hurt. Every painful step reminded her that she was damn lucky to be alive. In hindsight, maybe running off alone after Dimitri hadn't been the best plan she had ever come up with.
She'd never known what would be next after she found him, after she killed with. Honestly, a part of her hadn't expected to live through it. She'd thought killing Dimitri would kill her. Now that she was standing on the other side - in a strange new place, no less - she wasn't quite sure what the hell to do with herself. The first step, she decided, was to check out the apartment they'd given her.
This wasn't Narnia. For a brief moment, Edmund - light-headed and shivering though he was - had been elated with the hope that some exception had been made, some reprieve granted, and they had been permitted to return. He was certainly not on the train platform, and if ever Aslan might have moderated his decree, would it not be when Narnia was in danger? But while the vaulted ceiling above his head was grand enough for a palace - and even seemed vaguely familiar - other signs quickly showed more commonality with England.
The arrival of the letter put an end to that hope, if not to Edmund's questions. He doubted the reliability of this 'Jubilant Entity,' but cold as he was, the offer of a place to stay was tempting. It might be a trap, but he would proceed warily. He checked the directions and found his way outside, hoping for a better vantage point. The city might have looked vaguely familiar, but it was hard to tell through the sheets of rain. He hadn't been dressed for a storm, and he was soaked through well before he reached the apartment building. "This Entity could have provided an umbrella," he muttered to himself as he entered. "Or some dry clothes."
“No shit,” Rose answered in a friendly enough tone, despite immediately shifting to a defensive stance as a guy she didn’t recognize entered the apartment she’d walked into just moments earlier. Sharp dhampir eyes that were well trained despite ditching St. Vlad’s months before graduation studied him. He looked human and she didn’t get a sense of the Supernatural off of him, so he probably was. He looked close to her age, maybe a year or two older, but there was something in his eyes that suggested he was older. At least, it suggested to her that he’d lived through some shit.
“Who the hell are you?” she asked, more than a little grumpy about the whole situation. She hadn’t been sure where she was going to go or what she was going to do next, but this sure as hell wasn’t what she’d wanted and the fact that she could barely sense Lissa from this place didn’t make her any less frustrated by the situation.
That was not the most abrupt greeting Edmund had ever received, but it was certainly on the list, at least for those welcomes that had not actually included drawn weapons. The lack of weapons was enough reason not to snap back. Edmund didn't make a practice of lashing out at strangers, and if this was a trap, this woman did not appear to be responsible. She looked at least as battered as he did and by more than the rainstorm.
"I'm Edmund," he said. That much should be enough for now. "I was directed here." He pulled the letter from his jacket where it had been protected from the rain and held it out. "And you are?"
“Rose Hathaway.” She held out the identical note that she had received, somehow completely undamaged by the rain. There was obviously some kind of freaky magic to this place. That didn’t exactly bring comfort to the situation.
Rose relaxed her stance slightly, but she didn’t drop her guard completely. She was pretty well aware that she wasn’t exactly in the best shape for a fight, but that didn’t mean she’d shy away from one if she needed to defend herself. And she knew better by now than to assume someone was harmless just because they looked human.
“Where are you from, Edmund?”she asked, looking a little less like she might punch him than she had a moment ago.
The slight relaxing of her stance was a good sign. Edmund lowered the hand with the letter. "London," he said. He'd had a brief, mischievous impulse to answer 'Spare Oom,' but outside of Narnia only the other Friends would get the joke. That was a sobering thought. Edmund realized he had half hoped to find Peter when he arrived at the flat, if not Lucy and the others.
"Have you seen anyone else here?" He asked urgently. At some point he would notice the fact that he was dripping water on the floor, but that was a concern for later.
Rose nodded in acknowledgement to his answer, even if it didn't tell her a lot. It wasn't much of a surprise, anyway, given the accent he spoke with, not that that meant much these days. He was obviously in the same boat as she was, but that didn't mean she could trust him. She could, however, put on a decent show of friendliness while she attempted to learn more about him.
“Just on the network,” she answered. It was a lie - there's been the guy who had found her in the park with his weird spider suit, but she didn't feel like getting into that or the fact that she'd spent some time in the hospital before checking herself out. Peter has actually walked with her most of the way here, but other than him and the people in the hospital, he wasn't sure she'd say she'd really seen anyone. Details she decided Edmund didn't need to know about at the moment. “What about you?”
"No," said Edmund, disappointed. "Not to speak to, at least. There isn't much to see through the rain." He wasn't quite ready to elaborate on who he'd hoped to find. Strangers met in a new world could become dear friends or bitter enemies, and he didn't exactly have Lucy's good luck (Although it was probably just as well that Edmund had not been the first to meet Tumnus. Things could have gone much worse, after all).
It seemed that Rose did have some information he did not, however? "The network?" If they were not the only ones to be transported to this place, it would make sense for some sort of association to develop among the newcomers. An underground, perhaps, or even a resistance if this 'Jubilant Entity' proved less than benevolent. Separating Edmund from his family had already prejudiced him against it.
“Yeah.” Rose pulled out the cheap smartphone - the prepaid kind - she'd picked up in a convenience store on her way here. She wasn't an expert by a long shot - back home she hadn't even had a smart phone - but she'd figured out that enough to get by and to find some kind of web network.
“Here,” she said, stepping closer to Edmund to show him the screen while she pulled up the post she'd made and a couple of others. “It's on the Internet. It doesn't look like we're the only ones this has happened to, but there's no one else I recognize. This entity seems to be grabbing us from all over the place.”
Internet was another foreign term to Edmund, although he began to get the idea from watching Rose demonstrate the device. "It's for communication," he said after watching closely. "Like a really fancy radio." It looked like something straight out of a science fiction novel, really. "Is this another planet? Are all those names people brought here from other worlds? And where do you get one of those machines?"
It was a lot of questions with which to bombard a person who seemed to be in the same boat as himself, but Rose at least appeared familiar with this network, if nothing else.
“I’m pretty sure we’re still on Earth, if that’s what you mean.” It hadn’t really occurred to her there could be actual aliens here, at least until he’d questioned the planet. “I met this other guy, Peter, and he said it looks a lot like New York City outside, except we didn’t see any hotels or other apartment buildings. I got my phone in a gas station, but if this ‘Jubilant Entity’ set up this network for us, I wonder if we don’t have computers in our rooms or something. She hadn’t gotten far enough to look yet, since she’d just gotten to the apartment and met him. “Guess we should check that out.”
Earlier, she'd said that she hadn't met anyone else, Edmund noted, but didn't point it out. He was a stranger to her in this strange world; he couldn't fault her for being wary. The name did catch his attention, however. "Peter who?" he asked. It was unlikely to be his Peter - Susan was the Pevensie sibling with knowledge of America - but there was a chance. "We should look into that," Edmund agreed. He looked down at himself and the growing puddle on the floor, finally remembering that he was dripping wet. "And dry off," he added.
“Parker,” she supplied. “He just arrived here, like us.” She still omitted the part where he'd been wearing a spider suit or had taken her to a hospital to get checked out before she'd been able to come here to the apartment.
Rose laughed as her attention was drawn again to the fact that her roommate was soaking wet. “Maybe you should dry off first,” she suggested. “Technology and water don't usually mix very well.”