003: visual | location: chez dream team | i just want to understand

[build]

She isn't sure on the exact moment that she woke, or even the moment that she reached for the device looking for some form of answer. But when she did reach for the device, quickly flipping it on to the video feed, she was looking more confused (and possibly scared) then anything.

"Hello?" She says almost cautiously, letting her brow furrow into a deep thought, as she quietly attempts to find her next few words, all while continuing to try and make sense of this sudden loss of time she was now experiencing.

"Does anyone know what day it is?" She asks with a clear confusion in her tone, hoping to gain some type of understanding to things. It's clear she doesn't know what the answer should be right then, as she can't help but look slightly more lost then anything, turning her attention towards the plant (that she could have sworn she just potted) that now clearly looked in serious need of some watering just off to the right of her.

A long pause, and she is looking back into the feed, adding for some clarification: "I mean, I remember doing something and then suddenly..." She stops then, looking briefly back over towards the plant again. "What just happened?"

Because clearly something had to have happened and if this was one of those glitches she had heard about, she just wants to make sense of it all.

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[loves_bitch]

"It's...."

Spike pauses and then he realizes he has no idea what day it is either, "Doesn't the tablet thing tell you? It does everything else, doesn't it?"

[build]

She slumped slightly in frustration at that then, letting out a small sound in thought as she did. Because honestly? She herself hadn't even thought about what day it was -- until this very moment.

"Uh...I don't know." She starts unsure, looking back over towards her plant, then back at the tablet and the man on it. "My plant wasn't dead just a bit ago." So time had to have past for that to happen - at least that is her assumption.

[loves_bitch]

"Your plant? I'm assuming that's not some sort of weird Yank slang for something and actually means a potted plant of some sort." Spike looks at her, amused in that snarky way he has.

[build]

A look, almost incredulous spread across her face then, because what else would she have meant? Though it's quickly brushed away, as she gives the man a slow nod at his words.

"Yeah. A plant." She said then, reaching over to pull the potted plant into clear view. "Plants don't just die in a matter of moments."

[loves_bitch]

"Not usually, no. I haven't seen you in a bit but then again, I didn't see you much before that." Spike shrugs a bit, looking at the plant she shows as evidence.

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[secretshame]

"Think you missed a couple of days?" Jenna asks kindly, with a gentle smile. She's heard of this happening - it had happened to James, after all. "What's the last day and thing you remember?"

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[build]

Her brow went up slightly in surprise at that, giving her a small nod in understanding at her words as she quickly attempted to place just what she could remember. "I was messing around in my room. And well.." she paused, letting a small frown appear at the corner of her mouth as she thought a bit more.

"I have no idea what happened then." A beat and she is adding with a faint snort. "But my plant died."

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[secretshame]

"It happens sometimes," Jenna answered kindly. "My--" What the heck was she supposed to even call him anymore? She paused for a moment before avoiding the issue entirely. "Someone I know did that. Actually, a couple of people. It's probably something the aliens did, but you should be fine. I wouldn't worry too much about it."

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[build]

The look she gives Jenna is more of disbelief then anything at that, as she honestly can't understand for the life of her, why anything like this would even happen and how people are just supposed to be okay with it.

"Do you know what happens to them when this happens?" She asks with a curiosity, hoping her friend perhaps shed some light on things when they had this happen to them.

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[secretshame]

Jenna just shakes her head. "'Fraid not. Kinda wish I did, but I don't. You could try asking some of the people who've been here longer. They might know more."

She wasn't the information guru, after all. She was just a woman trying to live here and at least settle in as much as possible while waiting for someone to figure out how to get out of here.

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[electro_girl]

Surprisingly enough, Gwen's expression is a little less mocking than the one she saves for Ariadne and Arthur on normal occasions, a little more sympathetic. She's never lost time here before, but she knows people who have. Party Boy, for one, who disappeared just when things were getting interested, and popped up after the carnage was over with no idea where he went.

"Another symptom of being here," she says. "Sometimes people get...put on hold, I guess. Doesn't happen very often, but I know a guy or two. Guess you're part of the club, now."

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[build]

Her brow went up at that for a moment, quickly considering just what she was saying. "Why?" she asked, more as if in disbelief then anything, as her brow settled a deep thought, attempting to think out just what that could mean to her and the situation she was now in.

"I mean, what exactly happens when you get put on hold?"

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[electro_girl]

"No idea, sugar pie. It's never happened to me. You'd know more than I would." Her eyes roll upward, trying to remember something. "Think of it like blacking out. You're strolling in the park, smelling the flowers...then all of a sudden, it's winter and you're missing your jacket."

She shrugs, vaguely remembering a girl who popped up wondering why it was snowing, and her own friend Party, who'd missed a whole lot of action and showed up without his favorite jacket. "Kinda creepy, not gonna lie. I'm guessing like the others, you don't remember anything?"

[visual] sorry this is slow >>

[build]

She couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly at the name, assuming Gwen was going for the exact type of reaction Ariadne just gave her. (you really know how to poke people, don't you gwen? )

A small crinkle of her nose, and she is letting out a deep sigh, her hand rubbing at the back of her neck as she thought out her next few words. "I honestly don't remember much - aside from Arthur inviting everyone over." Which she honestly leaves her with a load of questions - namely; why the hell Arthur didn't notice she was gone.

"Honestly - this is all way too unbelievable if you ask me."

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[electro_girl]

She raises her eyebrows at that. You think this is bad, honey? Just you wait. "You're new. You'll catch on. I've seen people become...not themselves. I've heard the voices of people I know for a fact aren't here. The world I came from was weird enough. This blows it right out of the water."

[imperial_long]

"It occurs," says Long's voice, quiet, a bit distant.

"They take moments and hours, and days when it pleases them. So far, we've discovered no ill effects from this. Poor comfort though that may be."

[build]

She can't help but frown slightly at that, letting out a long sigh in frustration as she does. "It's annoying that is what it is." She starts, a small gesture of her hands in front of her as if she is attempting to find the right words to her anger over it all.

"And it's just completely random then -- no particular thing anyone does sets it off?" assuming she herself perhaps did something that would have caused this sudden incident to happen.

[imperial_long]

Long studies the young woman's face with distant reserve, noting her frustration.

"'Annoying' is an understatement, miss. Many things in Taxon will likely arouse your fury, should you be here long enough. And when you have had your fury and screamed and shouted, then you will likely still be here." He shrugs one shoulder.

"One cannot exist in a state of rage forever.

"As for whether something triggers it? Not that we have been able to deduce. We are the mercy of creatures who seem to operate on amusement, miss, and there is no logic or pattern to be found in that."

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[build]

"Call me Ariadne." She quickly said, offering him a hint of a smile at it, never really being big on polite titles.

"I admit, you are right on the whole rage thing. I mean," She started with a shrug of her shoulder and crinkle of her nose. "I've never been one that lets anger sit for too long. But there honestly is too many questions that have been left unanswered here. And all I can do is sit and wonder; just when I will go home?"

A pause, her expression softening slightly then as she curiously adds: "So if you have a good solution to my constant need for understanding here, I'd honestly love to here it."

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[imperial_long]

"Very well, miss Ariadne." Long is quite big on polite titles.

He listened, politely, head tilted a bit to one side. Then he offered the young woman a rueful semi-smile.

"Accept that there are mysteries? I do not know what to tell you. I have been here eighteen months, miss Ariadne; you are far from the only one who wonders when you will 'go home'. Perhaps the answer may be to busy yourself with other questions, as yet unasked."

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[angry_salad]

Ariadne?

[ Arthur's been in the basement. When the visual pops on he immediately ran up, and his confusion is immediate. ]

I thought you were--[ He trails off. Were what? It's not like he ever asked much about her personal life. They were business partners. A student and a mentor. ]

location | action...oh look, it's the roomie. <3

[build]

[ Ariadne is quick to look up, her brow shooting right up in a uncertainty as she shakes her head, turning slightly in her seat to look squarely at him. ]

You thought I was what, Arthur? [ she asks honestly curious, as she assumed he would have perhaps taken notice to her lack of appearance there. though she honestly isn't even sure she knows how long she was gone for. (but still :/) ]

[angry_salad]

Being you.

[ Being curious. Exploring. Arthur's lips press into a thin line. ]

[build]

Being me? [ what the hell does that mean? A small sigh escapes her, as her brow furrows slightly in thought, watches him in a quiet thought. ] How long have I been gone?

[angry_salad]

A while. [ Arthur's look is disapproving, if only mildly. ]

But it's good to have you back. More unsettling now that I know that you can poof, but. [A shrug ]