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strangetrip2019-01-31 11:58 pm
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[GP] Check-in Day
The wheel of the year turned and turned and Curnen found herself at an anniversary of sorts that she flatly didn't want to be remembering but got stuck on a loop of anyway.
This time there was no taking the hell off into the wilderness, though. Nor were there endless, circular recitations of "The Queen of Argyll." Rather than be poisoned by the memory of someone she still hated like everloving fuck, she focused on remembering the friend she'd lost. And besides this being Kash's song, she figured it was never a bad time around here for "John Barleycorn." Perched on the roof with her guitar, she sang of John Barleycorn's dying and rising again, subtle magic weaving into her voice to lead anyone lost in their little bubble world this way.
There was three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.
It was Kash's song, in her mind, but you talked to half the people around here and it wasn't a bad fit for them, either. From her vantage point, she watched the road.
This time there was no taking the hell off into the wilderness, though. Nor were there endless, circular recitations of "The Queen of Argyll." Rather than be poisoned by the memory of someone she still hated like everloving fuck, she focused on remembering the friend she'd lost. And besides this being Kash's song, she figured it was never a bad time around here for "John Barleycorn." Perched on the roof with her guitar, she sang of John Barleycorn's dying and rising again, subtle magic weaving into her voice to lead anyone lost in their little bubble world this way.
There was three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.
It was Kash's song, in her mind, but you talked to half the people around here and it wasn't a bad fit for them, either. From her vantage point, she watched the road.
Re: Samirah and Jack
Sam believed him about another world. She knew that there were many worlds connected to one another.
"Excuse me. Did you say 'stuck'?"
Sam felt her chest constrict. She did not have time to be stuck in some other dimension, she thought.
Re: Samirah and Jack
He raised his hands as if to say 'don't shoot the messenger'. "I know, I know. Sucks, right? But it's true. Spent the better part of two weeks searching for s way out. Lots of people here are still doing it."
He wondered if some would ever submit, not that he had entirely, of course.
"It's not so bad here. There's a room for you, free food, a pool, pretty nice people..."
Re: Samirah and Jack
She decided not to explain how Ragnarok could happen if they were not successful in stopping Loki's plans and how Thor needed his hammer back.
Re: Samirah and Jack
"I wasn't exactly on vacation before I came here either." Probably most people weren't, he'd wager. "But from what people can tell, time works differently here. No one will think you're missing. Some people are from the future of other people here and they don't remember the other going missing."
Jack had to pause for himself - did that make sense? He hoped it made sense.
"Easiest thing to do is try to take everything here in stride. Maybe you'll be sent home in a week. Maybe a month. No one knows, but dwelling isn't healthy. Trust me."
Re: Samirah and Jack
Her hand moved to her forehead and she sighed. Perhaps Odin was testing her for some reason, she thought. Or maybe this was some trick of her father's. Either way, Sam realized she would have to play along until she could see an opportunity.
"Alright.... is that where we stay then?"
She pointed to the Inn nearby.
Re: Samirah and Jack
"Yep. The, uh.. rooms can be a little over-the-top, but it's warm and dry. You'll already have a room assigned to you - freaky, I know." Jack was a little surprised as it seemed the young woman was taking the news incredibly well. He wondered if she was used to weird and crazy.
"I'm Jack, by the way. Jack O'Neill." He didn't extend his hand - he'd traveled in the Middle East before and even on Abidos women often didn't touch men. "You seem to be processing this rather well."
Re: Samirah and Jack
"Samirah... And I haven't decided if this is the strangest thing I've experienced or not."
She smiled politely to the older gentleman.
"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and try to get a better understanding of this place."
Re: Samirah and Jack
He gave her a nod and a small, sweeping gesture towards the inn. "By all means. And I promise you'll get used to this eventually."
Re: Samirah and Jack
"Thank you."
She turned and, with a look of resolution, headed for the Inn's entrance.