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interstellar55552016-02-21 10:08 pm
oceantier) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-21 10:08 pm
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Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night
Who: Lapis and the residents of Agent Apartment
What: Lapis finds her beach home invaded by ghost hunters, mediums, and general rubberneckers after this article.
When: Night of the day the article comes out, likely late.
Where: The one and only Agent Apartment.
It had been late when she'd returned to the beach, ready to cast off her human guise and settle into the night and the soothing, rushing murmur of the waves.
But what she found was not peace.
The beach was teeming with people -- teenage girls clutching each other and giggling helplessly, daring each other further (along with boys who looked like they'd prefer to be doing the same thing), individuals in the elephantine confines of what looked almost like hazmat suits, waving long metal rods that sounded bursts of static and light, an elderly woman holding what looked like a lit bundle of twigs and leaves, the sharp aroma of it curling upward on the air. Men and women of all ages lounged or traipsed about, looking for all the world like this was some sort of exotic holiday.
"Here!!" An eager onlooker shoved a paper into her hands; she could read it by the glow of the headlights. "Pretty awesome, right? Are you here for the seance too?"
Lapis stared at the paper for several long minutes, a roar in her ears that was not the ocean. Back at the people. Back at the paper.
. . . Silently she turned in place and headed back toward the city.
She arrives at J's apartment even later. She says nothing as she enters, perching on the edge of the couch, the paper dangling from her hand.
What: Lapis finds her beach home invaded by ghost hunters, mediums, and general rubberneckers after this article.
When: Night of the day the article comes out, likely late.
Where: The one and only Agent Apartment.
It had been late when she'd returned to the beach, ready to cast off her human guise and settle into the night and the soothing, rushing murmur of the waves.
But what she found was not peace.
The beach was teeming with people -- teenage girls clutching each other and giggling helplessly, daring each other further (along with boys who looked like they'd prefer to be doing the same thing), individuals in the elephantine confines of what looked almost like hazmat suits, waving long metal rods that sounded bursts of static and light, an elderly woman holding what looked like a lit bundle of twigs and leaves, the sharp aroma of it curling upward on the air. Men and women of all ages lounged or traipsed about, looking for all the world like this was some sort of exotic holiday.
"Here!!" An eager onlooker shoved a paper into her hands; she could read it by the glow of the headlights. "Pretty awesome, right? Are you here for the seance too?"
Lapis stared at the paper for several long minutes, a roar in her ears that was not the ocean. Back at the people. Back at the paper.
. . . Silently she turned in place and headed back toward the city.
She arrives at J's apartment even later. She says nothing as she enters, perching on the edge of the couch, the paper dangling from her hand.
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She doesn't know how to qualify it entirely, and grapples for words. "The city . . . feels strange. I'm not used to it -- so many people. Noise. Activity all the time, no matter what day or time it is. Holding my form as Luna . . . it takes energy, but.
Sometimes I feel like being in the city takes it more."
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"It can be frightening...especially when it's still hard to trust others. This place is so different for some of us...there is probably more of a reason than just sunlight that I've stayed here for most of my time so far. I think it scares me, too...even if it's in a different way."
He's a social person by nature, but...this is different. It's not the activity him, it's just seeing all the ways it could go wrong if he acts foolishly.
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So for long moments, she's quiet, eyes slipping closed, trying to piece it out.
"For a very, very long time," she says at last, voice a hesitant wisp, ". . . it was just me. I was . . . trapped. People forgot me -- where I was, even who I was. No one could hear me. No one could see me. I was alone. For years. And more."
"All that time . . . I wanted people. To be seen. Heard. But now that they're there again . . . Sometimes . . . I can't. Sometimes everything is so bright and loud I want to shut my eyes, cover my ears, hide until it all goes away."
"For a little while . . . the ocean lets me do that. The noise stops. My mind stops spinning. I remember who I am again. I can come back and try the noise again."
Her eyes slip open a crack, peek sideways at him. "Does that make sense?"
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"I understand...I do," he says softly. He thinks of the horrible things trolls sometimes do to each other, and he wonders if it's the same. "It can be so hard to...adjust, when coming away from something terrible. I'm so very sorry you had to go through that, Lapis. I'm just happy you can find what peace is available to you."