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witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
facultwist) wrote in witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
sinking down, down
Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
everything eats and is eaten; time is fed
Laura Lee?
[ As soon as she sees the fluorescents, her heart sinks. Wherever Lottie is, she knows Laura Lee isn't here. And that's fair. How dare she expect that, after she gave everything to the wilderness, it would give her anything in return? It doesn't give. It's just hungry.
Eventually, she heads over to the pool, sitting cross-legged beside it and running her fingers through the water. Or, at least, trying to. Once in a while, if she focuses, she can feel flickers of something cool and wet, but for the most part, her hand just passes right through. ]
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Try again!
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Misty. [ Lottie pulls away. ] You've been here this whole time?
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[She settles down next to Lottie, crossing her legs.]
I don’t think anyone’s been here before me since the 80s.
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Is that just a guess? Or do you know something about this place?
[ Misty loves playing detective, after all. Maybe she's actually uncovered something useful. ]
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I cleaned out the locker room. You wouldn’t believe the amount of contraband and garbage I had to clear out.
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[ Okay, so Misty's been busy. Lottie nods, somewhat impressed. ]
You've been able to touch things? How?
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You just have to keep trying. As long as you focus, you can do it. [she wasted an entire week emptying lockers of alcohol. it’s a little more complex than that.]
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She gives it a shot. It doesn't work. But at least she has time to practice. Speaking of which: ]
You said there hasn't been anyone here since the eighties. Do you know how they left?
[ In other words: is Lottie stuck here forever with Misty Quigley? ]
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What?
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There's something behind it. It was moving.
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Could you tell what it was?