♕ [1]

[savethedarkness]

[M knew something was wrong the moment she turned the corner. it was still dim, but the air was fresher, now, cleaner than it should have been - drier. she could no longer hear Kincaide's footsteps in front of her, nor any other sign of him. and not to mention, well, the walls were of a distinctly more modern quality all of a sudden. she wished she had Bond's Walther with her, still, even if it was out of shot. she could still use it to do some sort of damage if anyone came on her... whatever the bloody hell was going on.

keeping her back to the wall, she edged along it until she found another corner - and then her foot bumped against something. bending down, stiffly, as much as she could, she found the foreign object, and --]

What in God's name ...

[she moved closer to one of the lights and inspected the book - which happened to have her name on the cover. right. she wouldn't open it until she knew she was in a safe place. God only knew if it was some morbid thing Silva had planted, some kind of -

and now she was being paranoid. slowly, she breathed out through her nose and did the best thing she knew how to do: she pressed on. a few more turns brought her out through a large arch with two more on either side of her, and a door in front. holding the book tightly in her hand, ready to use it as a bludgeon if necessary, she put her back to the side of the door and opened it.

nothing.

she checked the hall outside, then stepped out and inspected the door she'd walked through, labeled simply: Insolitus.

well, now. leaning heavily against the wall outside the door, she turned her attention to the book, cracking it open and leaving a bloody smear along the edge of the page]

What the bloody hell is going on here...?

Comments

Voice

[atadiscoverer]

[Blood. Why is there always blood whenever Carson opens this bloody journal.]

Uh. Excuse me. Hello? Are you hurt?

[That is a distinctly Scottish voice coming from the journal.]

[savethedarkness]

[unfamiliar and Scottish. great. she's in someone else's bloody house. Kincaid or Bond really should have warned her where that tunnel went. PRIEST'S HOLE HER ASS, GENTLEMEN.]

Who's this?

[atadiscoverer]

My name is Dr. Beckett. Are you new here?

[He can't recall her voice before.]

voice

[thehangedrose]

Ah...!!

[BLOOD oh my god is that...that can't be, right? There's a slight shuddering gasp from Garry, before he does his best to steel his nerves- hey, somebody might be hurt, they might need help!]

Oh dear, um...are you okay? You aren't hurt, are you?

[savethedarkness]

Extremely. I'm afraid I've taken a wrong turn. [she thinks fast] My husband and I are the new owners of Skyfall, you see, and we'd gone down the priest's hole in the cellar ... I'm afraid we weren't told where it comes up.

[savethedarkness]

I'm sorry, but who is this?

[atadiscoverer]

Skyfall? Sorry, but I think you're a wee bit farther than you think.

[A pause.]

If you're injured, I can explain in person. Can you describe where you are?

[thehangedrose]

Oh, um...this is Garry. I was brought here a while ago, like you...but never mind that! Are you alright? That looks awfully a lot like blood...

[savethedarkness]

[she's about to ask why she'd be injured, but - well - she is. and if this man genuinely is a doctor ... and Scottish ... god, how far did that tunnel go? she frowns. she can always phone once she gets to the hospital. to hell with giving away her position]

I just came out of a door that said "Insolitus" on it, Dr. Beckett. I'm afraid I don't know much else. If I can get outside, I might be able to give you a bit more of an address.

[savethedarkness]

Garry who? And what do you mean, "brought here"?

[bloody hell, how many people is James squirreling away in middle-of-nowhere Scotland?]

[thehangedrose]

Just Garry. [LOL WHAT ARE LAST NAMES IN RPGMAKER VERSE] And the castle brings people here against their will...pretty much everyone here comes from a different world.

[kid_apocalypse]

[Have a young voice, with a slight hint of Kansas to it coming from the journal.]

That's sorta the million-dollar question around here. Are...you okay? Do you need a doctor?

[atadiscoverer]

No, I know where the Insolitus is. Just hold on a wee bit, I shouldn't be more than 15 minutes.

[He's already gathering his stuff up. He'll be back up at the castle in ten minutes]

[savethedarkness]

Fifteen -- well, you don't faff about, do you. I'm in a black coat, short white hair. [discreetly trying not to bleed on the floor...] Should be somewhat difficult to miss, really.

[savethedarkness]

Just Garry. [just great. he's likely one of Silva's men, or something, then. but then - wait.]

Castle? ... You certainly don't mean Skyfall. [and she hadn't seen a castle for miles on the way in. congratulations, you've confused M.

she hates being confused]

[savethedarkness]

I need answers, is what I need. [what's an American doing out here in the middle of bloody - oh don't tell her]

If you're CIA, I'm going to be vaguely put out. [he'd said he wasn't involving anyone else. swear to God, James, if you made that a loophole and only meant "no one else from MI6"...]

[thehangedrose]

[it's just going to get worse, M, SORRY.]

Um...what's Skyfall? This place is called Paradisa.

[kid_apocalypse]

Well, I'll do the best I can, but I'll admit I don't know everything just yet...

[He clears his throat.]

You're in a place called Paradisa. There's the castle, where we are now, and there's a town not far from here. It's sort of a...pocket dimension. Everyone here was brought against their will, and everyone's had something taken from them, like a memory, or some skill that was really important to them. In return, we're given a room to stay in, and can ask the castle for any material thing we want, except for weapons.

[He pauses to let that sink in.]

My name's Evan Sabahnur, and I'm a student of the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. I'm also studying to be a nurse at a clinic in town. If you need medical attention, I can take you to the clinic that's here in the castle.

[atadiscoverer]

I know how to work in an emergency. Just hold tight, aye? I'll be right there.

[And he's off to the corridor outside of Insolitus. M might be able to hear him coming. He has a bulky medical kit on.]

[savethedarkness]

[fifteen minutes is long enough for her to realize that she really ought to be concerned about where that voice is coming from. and she has time to comb the halls for speakers, mics, wires ... and find none.

so she looks at the book again. nanotech or something, some quartermaster-grade trick? possibly. something hidden in the cover. but WHY?

at least puzzling it over keeps her distracted from the gunshot wound in her side. her jaw is tight and her lips pursed as she flips through the pages, trying to make sense of it all. but when she hears someone approach, she shuts the book and holds it tight, just in case.]

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson's going to come bustling down the corridor, coming to a stop near to M.]

Hello. I'm Dr. Beckett. We talked over the book.

[Wasting no time, out comes the medical scanner. This was one of the most useful presents the castle's given him...]

Where does it hurt?

[savethedarkness]

[hell of a codename for a place. whoever named it has no class whatsoever]

And who is in charge here, then, Garry? I should think I would like very much to speak with them before anything else.

[savethedarkness]

[she's not sure about pocket dimensions, but she knows castles, and she sure as hell didn't see any near Skyfall, and she's not liking the thought of having been stolen from at all.]

At least I know what you've stolen. What's been done with the two men who were with me?

[one thing's for sure: an American with a name like that? it's a very shoddy cover, and these are some very poor lies, and she WILL get to the bottom of this.]

[Dictated]

[deductiongeek]

Bloody sounds like the right word. Has one of the doctors gotten to you yet?

[Have a child's voice coming through the journal.]

[kid_apocalypse]

Oh, it wasn't me. I'm stuck here same as you are. I was on my way back to school when I was taken. I've lost something same as everyone else.

[You can blame Fantomex for the silly last name. It's all Evan has known.]

As for whoever was with you, unless they came here with you, they're still wherever you came from. People from the same world don't come here together pretty much ever, with some really rare exceptions.

[The funny thing about Evan is that he doesn't lie often, and on the rare occasion he does, he is terrible at it.]

I know it's hard to believe. Trust me, if things like this hadn't already happened to me, I wouldn't believe it either, but I am telling you the truth.