buildindreemz: (um what?)
Ariadne ([personal profile] buildindreemz) wrote in [community profile] elnysa2017-10-14 07:55 pm

video; un: labyrinths

[ Ariadne's eyes are fever-bright, her skin pallid. She's clutching something in her hand, something she's reluctant to share with anyone else. Her eyes dart away, then back again, as though she's looking for something - or someone - out of the corner of her eyes. ]

Have you ever thought you were going crazy? Ever... questioned reality?

[ Christ, she's becoming a huge cliche, and she knows it, but there's nothing she can do about it. She didn't think she'd ever be in this situation. Maybe it was her own hubris. But now, here she is. Seeing shades again. Not sure if this is real or a dream. ]

I don't - it's hard when - none of you are -

[ Real. They're not real. She's thought that was a possibility, since arriving, but it's becoming clearer - or maybe muddier? The past several days.

Ariadne starts, jumping a little at something she sees offscreen. ]


I don't know what she wants from me. I never met her in real life. [ Annnnnnnnd cut.]
jeronimo: (I stood at this door before - I'm told)

[personal profile] jeronimo 2017-10-15 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
You're right. I don't. We all lived lives too different from one another for anyone to understand someone else here fully.

But it isn't someone's mind right now. It's yours. That means any threat she poses to you right now is the one you believe she does.
jeronimo: (I'm gonna take you down)

[personal profile] jeronimo 2017-10-16 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
So certain of that. What makes you think this is someone else's mind?
jeronimo: (I'm gonna take you down)

[personal profile] jeronimo 2017-10-16 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
That's life.

You aren't dreaming, and you're not in anyone's head. You're just stuck in reality with the rest of us, and by the sound of it suffering from the illness taking the city over.
jeronimo: (Walk - come with me now)

[personal profile] jeronimo 2017-10-16 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[These days it seems like everyone in Olympia is losing their mind. Cassian runs a hand through his own hair and tries to separate what he learns about these people from the growing certainty that sanity is slipping away from all of them.]

Getting sick? Not much to be done about that, unfortunately. It seems to be spreading out of control. [If he could be certain he wasn't infected he'd jump back to the station and stay there, but some part of his mind won't allow him to leave when there is a chance he can help these people.]

How long have you been seeing her?