EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.

An echoing boom comes from deep in the middle of the ship, shakes its way through the trees and waters of the Oxygen Gardens, down into the maze of walkways and mechanics that make up the Engineering Complex. A sense of danger rolls through with it, enough to make you pause in your work, set down tools or supplies, ignore the thrumming pain in your head to find out what. Trapped far away from the comforts of beds and kitchens and slow approaching necessity of gravcouches, you only have each other to turn to. But soon that grows difficult, turnings leading you off path, door slamming shut behind you. In the increasing isolation panic swells like an infection up through your mind-- but then soothes. You find your way into an unexpected comfort, the company of a long-gone friend, an old home filled with happy memories. You linger, drift into contentment, and yet it still can't calm one deep nagging doubt: you aren't safe where you've found yourself.

Comments

[june has its comforts too]

[coldhardy]

Elsa is in her father's study. It's her own study now, she supposes, with its warm fire and a model of a ship, and while it's not the only place she'd like to be, it's one of several favorites. She idly considers leaving the castle, heading into the hills, making herself another kind of paradise, but this is good for now. A pot of cocoa waits for her on the table, and she's sure that Anna must be on her way in.

Before Anna turns up, Elsa hears music from the hall. It's faint, behind a door, fading in and out, and she can't identify it. It doesn't sound like the kind of string quartet she'd hire for a party, nor can she place the tune. Going to the door and setting her ear against it doesn't help.

She opens the door.

It's not a hallway in her castle. It doesn't look like her castle at all, although it does bear a passing resemblance to the streets of Arendelle during a celebration. Other than that, it's bigger, and unfamiliar, and everything about it feels real -- she steps out and feels the air on her face and smells the scent of flowers. The music is louder, and while it's still inconsistent, she can hear it better.

The door closes behind her. Now it's just an ordinary door to one of the shops. It's puzzling, but she continues to look around, marking where it is.

It's as she scans the surrounding area that she notices a table set to the side, with someone familiar seated there.

"Elizabeth!" She smiles, amazed.

[songburdened]

"Elsa!" She isn't the first friend to find her way to this strange section of Paris, one that had seemed to materialize in their spaceship home. Elizabeth smiles brightly, waving to the other woman, and then gestures hurriedly to the extra seat. "Please, sit; that is, if you have some time to talk?"

Paris is everything she's ever dreamed. It's almost too vibrant, too perfect... but, then again, aren't dreams meant to be a little extravagant? She can't help but beam happily in the face of the City of Lights, casting her gaze to the Eiffel Tower in the distance, just barely scrapping the bottom of the sun as it hangs in the sky.

"Would you like something to eat or drink? There's a really fantastic cafe just nearby; they've just put out fresh bread..."