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thearena2014-05-27 09:36 pm
seestheman) wrote in thearena2014-05-27 09:36 pm
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[Open] Roam if you want to
Who: Clara Murphy & YOU!
What: Clara slips out of the house to go exploring.
When: Week 2 (maybe later than that too?)
Where: All over!
Notes: Possible language? Potential violence?
01 - Main Street
Clara's pretty certain that her and Alex weren't the only ones to lay claim to one of the buildings in town. Thinking otherwise would be naive at best, and could get her killed at worst. Which doesn't mean that there aren't some that haven't already been sacked or claimed, and if she's lucky she'll find one of them and some supplies to add to their stash. Brandishing the knife that had been dropped in front of their house with her name on it the morning before alongside a flashlight that she's clutching in her left hand, she approaches what looks like an abandoned drug store, hoping that maybe there's still something of use inside.
02 - Amusement Park
Clara had always liked amusement parks. The lights, the colors, the sounds, the smell of funnel cake and cotton candy. They always made her think of going to the carnival with her family as a kid, or dates with Alex, or the proud look on David's face when he won a goldfish or a stuffed animal almost as big as he was. What they definitely never made her think of was thick fog with the skeletal figures of rides emerging with every step or the giant, terrifying clown face that obviously served as the entrance to a fun house. Hearing some sort of footsteps near by, she climbs over the wooden counter of a game stall and ducks down, hoping whoever (or whatever) it is goes away soon.
03 - Orchards
Suspicious as she may be of taking whatever came from the Arena itself compared to what was dropped in for them as gifts, there are certain creature comforts that Clara's missed from home. Ones that aren't completely obvious, like fresh fruit. So her discovery of an orchard makes her wary, which she ignores in lieu of the fact that there's a peach tree right in front of her and one's practically within her reach.
04 - Choose Your Own
What: Clara slips out of the house to go exploring.
When: Week 2 (maybe later than that too?)
Where: All over!
Notes: Possible language? Potential violence?
01 - Main Street
Clara's pretty certain that her and Alex weren't the only ones to lay claim to one of the buildings in town. Thinking otherwise would be naive at best, and could get her killed at worst. Which doesn't mean that there aren't some that haven't already been sacked or claimed, and if she's lucky she'll find one of them and some supplies to add to their stash. Brandishing the knife that had been dropped in front of their house with her name on it the morning before alongside a flashlight that she's clutching in her left hand, she approaches what looks like an abandoned drug store, hoping that maybe there's still something of use inside.
02 - Amusement Park
Clara had always liked amusement parks. The lights, the colors, the sounds, the smell of funnel cake and cotton candy. They always made her think of going to the carnival with her family as a kid, or dates with Alex, or the proud look on David's face when he won a goldfish or a stuffed animal almost as big as he was. What they definitely never made her think of was thick fog with the skeletal figures of rides emerging with every step or the giant, terrifying clown face that obviously served as the entrance to a fun house. Hearing some sort of footsteps near by, she climbs over the wooden counter of a game stall and ducks down, hoping whoever (or whatever) it is goes away soon.
03 - Orchards
Suspicious as she may be of taking whatever came from the Arena itself compared to what was dropped in for them as gifts, there are certain creature comforts that Clara's missed from home. Ones that aren't completely obvious, like fresh fruit. So her discovery of an orchard makes her wary, which she ignores in lieu of the fact that there's a peach tree right in front of her and one's practically within her reach.
04 - Choose Your Own
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"Mm. Rosalind Lutece. I'm relatively new to this mess." A beat.
"And I do mean mess. Why is it that - no matter the universe - people find a way to be terrible for entertainment?" Just musing, perhaps a little exasperation. Rosa had seen quite a bit of human nature's dark side...this was just another on the pile. Wasn't precisely a HEARTENING thing to see over and over again.
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In her brief time in Panem, Clara had come to learn that vampires might be real, aliens definitely were, and that someone had the technology to drag people away from their homes. And, as much as she had wished it was all just a dream and had clung to that at first, it had really started to sink in that, no, this was real. But from the other woman's words, this wasn't exactly old hat for her. "Do you travel to different universes often?" Her voice was on the edge of joking, if only because she was completely out of her depth.
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She looked straight at Clara, expression flat.
"I do. Or - I did, before I wound up here." There wasn't a trace of irony in her voice - in fact, there was a note of relief. She hadn't gotten to talk about any of this with anyone here yet, and...it was sort of reassuring.
"I have come here from a quantum superposition. Living everywhere. At once." A beat. "I may even have been to your universe."
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"So where do you consider home?" Admittedly, it could be seen as small talk, but at the same time, Clara's more than a little curious about what a world with the technology to allow travel into different universes would be like.
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"A city called Columbia. America. Well...technically above America. That bit was my doing." She reached up, shaking her hair down from its bun so she could re-tie it. "The precise year is...a bit fuzzy, honestly, given time had no meaning after the accident. Around the nineteen-hundreds, primarily."
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From the start of Rosalind's description, Clara assumed she was from the future. "The nineteen-hundreds? How does it stay afloat?" Considering, according to what she was taught in school, flight wasn't a thing until after 1903. "And what kind of accident? If you don't mind me asking."
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And in fairness, she mused, she was ahead of the curve even in her own world.
"Quantum entanglement. It was a principle that I worked out myself. I was able to develop the technology with the funding I acquired from the city." She wasn't necessarily loathe to speak about the accident - but she hadn't been asked about it yet in her time here, and she hadn't expected for Clara to do more than vaguely acknowledge the comment. She fastened off her hair, finally looking to the other woman.
"Scarcely matters here - the Lutece Tear was sabotaged, and I was scattered alongside my brother across the probability space. A quantum superposition. we were everywhere and everywhen at the same time, in all worlds and in none. Alive and dead."
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She realizes that maybe, just maybe, that isn't the best response to have when someone tells you that they went through that. "I'm sorry that it got sabotaged. Is your brother here with you?"
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"Yes," she sighs. "Like Schrodinger's Cat."
It's after this is dispensed when the question hits - it strikes hard and deep, making something in her chest sink and her eyes get bleary. She tries desperately to keep herself together, but her voice still shakes when she speaks. She does not look at Clara.
"No. I do not know where he is."
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"I'm sorry," she says, not quite able to bring herself to look Rosalind in the eyes. "Maybe it's better that he isn't here, though. It means he doesn't have to deal with all of this."
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"...Small mercies," she mumbles, straining to keep the tremble out of her tone. "But if he were here, we could find our way back out again far faster."