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taxonomites2009-12-26 08:51 pm
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six; [location: streets of osten/holo]; bring it back
When Ethan fell asleep, he wasn't himself; cheerful, happy, lighthearted and enjoying Christmas for the first time in about a hundred and forty years. When he woke up, he still wasn't himself - but instead that length of time had shortened considerably: it had been about a year since Christmas was anything enjoyable for him.
When he woke up, Ethan was human, twenty-five, and still dealing with the death of his older brother.
It had been a shock, of course, and he'd dealt with it as calmly as possible. Waking up in a strange place with strange clothes and strange, unfamiliar things around him... fine. He wouldn't go out of his mind. Not now. And all that aside, it was completely possible that all this was a dream. It felt surreal enough, and had no chance of being possible... ridiculous. Besides, his first thought was not that he needed to get himself help, or even to find out what was going on. Ethan's first thought was that he had to find his sister. He couldn't risk losing her, too, dream or not.
After several minutes of confusion when it came to getting on a proper shirt and pair of pants - weren't these the pants they were selling to miners these days? At least they weren't half ugly -, Ethan threw on a coat, a pair of boots, and a scarf, and headed outside into the completely unfamiliar city, streets covered in fresh snow.
Unfortunately - or fortunately - for Ethan, while he was probing at the device attached to his wrist, he inadvertently turned it on. So if one were to look at their tablet now, they would see Ethan walking quickly down the street, coat pulled tightly around him, looking worried.
"Clara? Clara." He sighs, breath coming out in a cloud of mist, and then raises his voice: "Clara! Answer me! Where are you?"
((Glitch! Ethan has gone oldschool, circa 1879, not long before he was turned. Be nice, kids!))
When he woke up, Ethan was human, twenty-five, and still dealing with the death of his older brother.
It had been a shock, of course, and he'd dealt with it as calmly as possible. Waking up in a strange place with strange clothes and strange, unfamiliar things around him... fine. He wouldn't go out of his mind. Not now. And all that aside, it was completely possible that all this was a dream. It felt surreal enough, and had no chance of being possible... ridiculous. Besides, his first thought was not that he needed to get himself help, or even to find out what was going on. Ethan's first thought was that he had to find his sister. He couldn't risk losing her, too, dream or not.
After several minutes of confusion when it came to getting on a proper shirt and pair of pants - weren't these the pants they were selling to miners these days? At least they weren't half ugly -, Ethan threw on a coat, a pair of boots, and a scarf, and headed outside into the completely unfamiliar city, streets covered in fresh snow.
Unfortunately - or fortunately - for Ethan, while he was probing at the device attached to his wrist, he inadvertently turned it on. So if one were to look at their tablet now, they would see Ethan walking quickly down the street, coat pulled tightly around him, looking worried.
"Clara? Clara." He sighs, breath coming out in a cloud of mist, and then raises his voice: "Clara! Answer me! Where are you?"
((Glitch! Ethan has gone oldschool, circa 1879, not long before he was turned. Be nice, kids!))