Home Plot 6 - 1, 2, 3 - 2012

[tooprettytodie]

Valkyrie had gotten used to the sounds of the jungle during her time on Tabula Rasa. She had already been accustomed to the sounds of the beach from home, but jungle sounds were a lot different from city sounds. For some reason, the absence of them startled her awake more than any other shift in her environment did.

The room she was in was bigger than her hut, she could sense that right off. Even if it was so dark she could still barely see out, the room felt big. She tried to control her breathing and act like she was still asleep, straining to see if there were any sounds that would give away where she was. There was nothing though, other than the generic sounds of a large building.

Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she tried to get a gauge on her surroundings. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the dark, she thought someone was playing some sort of trick on her.

She was back in her Uncle Gordon's home (although legally it was her home), back in Ireland. She'd had this dream before, although never quite so realistic as this. Did that pinching thing really work? Valkyrie pinched herself and sure enough it hurt. So, she was not, not asleep? Or something, that really had confirmed nothing.

There was one way to tell if she wasn't on the island though. She was almost afraid to try it, afraid that it wouldn't work and what that would mean. Holding out her hand, Valkyrie clicked her fingers.

And flame leaped to the tips.

"Yes!" Valkyrie shouted, laughing almost hysterically. It worked, her magic worked. She was home.

"I'm home! I'm really home! Skulduggery! Uncle Gordon! Anyone here? I'm home!"

She knew the chances of anyone but her and her uncle's echo, but she didn't care. She didn't care who it was from her world, she just wanted to see someone.

Comments

[notaparker]

Sometimes a girl would just like to know that where she goes to sleep is going to be where she wakes up. That the world isn't going to completely change around her overnight. And not in a sort of weird philosophical way, I'd like for it to actually not completely switch-up.

Or failing that, be real New York.

As it is, what I've got is... I have no idea. It's pretty swank.

"Hell-oo?" I venture, sitting up. "Ghosts and/or kidnappers?"

Weird coma voyage? It could be a weird coma voyage. I cross to a wall and press my fingertips against it, pulling just enough to see if they hook on, if I stick to things again.

They just kind of slide down the wall.

"Well, that's disappointing."

[andhaveago]

"That's life, I find," says Tanith, studying the strange girl from her perch on the stairs, head tilted on one side. "It's just one bloody thing after another."

She might look relaxed. It's deceptive.
She smiles. That's deceptive, too.

[notaparker]

Crap, person. I was so engaged in not sticking to things that I wasn't paying enough attention. Or she's a ghost, I'm not putting money down one way or the other.

"I swear I'm not breaking and entering," I say, with a bit of a squawk, springing away from the wall. "Not breaking, anyway, and any entering has been entirely inadvertant entering on my part."

[andhaveago]

"It's not my house," says Tanith, amused, arms crossed over her chest, sword prominent on her hip. "Although, it does belong to a friend of mine. A very, very good friend of mine. So you might want to explain what you are doing here. Now."

[notaparker]

"If I said unexpected interdimensional travel, would that fly?" I say, wincing. "I just woke up here, this is not where I went to sleep. It's a very confusing morning, it might help if I knew who your friend... was?"