Caradoc Dearborn (caradical) wrote in the_dump, @ 2017-12-19 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: caradoc dearborn, player: dalton, player: myriam, post: thread |
Who: Caradoc & Zach
What: A discovery
When: Wednesday
Where: Abandoned library/book shop
Rating/Status: Low/in-progress
Caradoc hadn’t decided whether this place was better or worse than the last or whether it could judged in that manner at all. Starting over wasn’t ideal; they didn’t have much in place as far as loos and food, or chosen duties that he was aware of. Honestly, he had no idea if this new village was getting any better. Surely they wouldn’t just let it all go to waste and never do anything productive for themselves, he just had no sense of a community working together. The possibilities were still plenty - they may end up staying on this island far longer than anywhere else. After all, it did look as if some sort of civilization once existed among the ruins, or else the island was merely decorated with familiar structures that just weren’t up to par. Perhaps the magic couldn’t handle bringing in such large pieces.
He was back to considering the abstractions. What magic it would take to even create such a place. Multiple ones, actually. Then it created doorways between them, paths able to suck them in and out. Or had they become another copy? If they were copies to begin with, leaving themselves at home, then it was possible they became yet another copy, leaving one version back in the village.
Though, that seemed less likely to him, even with all the mind-bending information he’d learned since leaving his actual home. The other possibilities, all the ones everyone else seemed to abandon for a quick answer, rattled on in his head. Caught up in his thoughts, Caradoc almost missed the vine-covered stone wall he hadn’t noticed before. Had he? The dark wood of the door may have gone out of sight but there really wasn’t much to distract him here so he questioned if it popped into existence overnight. No one had mentioned anything that he could remember, not that he’d gone through every written note in the journals.
More curious than skeptical, he gave little thought to going straight inside after a good shove on the stubborn, heavy door. He could actually see and smell the dust rising as he shifted his way in, probably disturbing a space that had sat untouched for decades. The shelves were falling apart, books were strewn on the floor, uncared for, a chair laid on its side, and at the nearest window he could see some vines had made their way in.
“Now this is… more like it,” he spoke softly to himself, more sarcastic than hopeful, despite it being the first great discovery for him here.