028 Premonitions

[kungfuwitch]

[Barney had gone home and people were missing. Today was just getting better and better. Phoebe wandered the halls lost in thought, eyes scanning the nameplates. The pit in her stomach grew with each mirrored name she saw. Geoff, Yuan, Carson, Zuko, Harry Flynn... But one door brought her to a halt. She stared at the words renruT eloC.]

Cole...

[Throwing open his door, Phoebe steps inside and looks around. Maybe she could get a premonition or something that could help them find these people. She spots his journal, moving to pick it up. As soon as her fingers touch the pages she tenses, gasping sharply and closing her eyes. The premonition was brief but eerie. Her blood runs cold as her eyes reopen. The journal slips from her fingers and clatters to the floor. Fumbling her own journal out of her pocket she pulls it open and quickly dictates a filter]

[Away from First-Gens]

Everyone... [She sounds slightly out of breath as she sits down] I had a premonition. I think it has something to do with the missing people. I don't know what it means yet, but... it was a... a dark stain, almost like ink, spreading over the journal pages...

((ooc: Mirrorland Plot Premonition!! Approved, of course :D))

Comments

[wilder]

Jeez... [.....]

Alright, before anyone thinks it:

This so has nothing to do with the microwave monster from the other day, alright?

[kungfuwitch]

[Pause. What the hell?]

I never thought it did...

[wilder]

Oh! Then that's good!

[ Filter ]

[workaphilic]

Are we meant to take that literally or figuratively?

[ Filter ]

[kungfuwitch]

I don't know... Usually they're pretty literal, though.

[ Filter ]

[workaphilic]

[A hum of acknowledgement.]

Almost like ink. But you're not positive, could be anything.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Can you predict the future?

[kungfuwitch]

I can, yes. I'm a witch. Premonitions are my active power.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Are you any good?

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[lord_wizard]

[He at least knows to take her seriously]

Are you certain it was ink?

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[kungfuwitch]

[It's nice to have someone who will]

I think so... but it's hard to be sure.

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[likethetragedy]

Did it smell like anything?

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[kungfuwitch]

I didn't smell anything, it was only a vision... I'm sorry I don't have more to go on.

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[inafadingcrown]

Let us hope it was but ink. [Her thoughts jump immediately to another substance, but perhaps it is only her poor humor that takes her mind in that direction.]

[kungfuwitch]

That's my hope as well...

[cricketycricket]

Oh, dear. That doesn't sound very good at all. Are these premonitions of yours often accurate?

[kungfuwitch]

They are, yes. Even if the meaning isn't always clear right away.

[demonologist]

[Wes is reminded of the nightmare he had long ago. Of dark blood welling up through the pages of an ancient text and covering his hands. It had only been an exhaustion induced dream at the time, but the image still haunts him. Connor. In the end he'd been the architect of the very destruction he'd been trying to prevent.

He doesn't envy Phoebe's gift.]

Is there anything else you can remember? Sights, sounds, smells...

[kungfuwitch]

No... There were no sounds or smells. It was just... I picked up Cole's journal and suddenly saw the stain spreading across the pages.

[Filter]

[is0latedthinker]

I hope it was ink.

[Filter]

[kungfuwitch]

I do, too...

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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine knows from experience to take such premonitions seriously.]

Did you pick up anything else? Any strong emotions?

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[kungfuwitch]

No... Just the image.

[psych0p0mps]

[This stuff about missing people is getting her worried. She's beginning to think the Doctor was just the first of several! Plus, she remembers that time this lady had a premonition about the outposts. At least she is reasonably sure this is the same lady.]

you say "almost like" ink
does that mean it wasnt actually ink

[kungfuwitch]

As far as I could tell it was ink but it was only a short vision, there's always a chance it was something else.