Time after Time

Sep 26, 2004 09:42

*after his conversation with Data, walks with the Bajoran to this temple of hers. Perhaps he will learn more of this place he's found himself in. How he got so far from England and what has happened to his dear friend Sherlock*

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 09:57:02 UTC
*is shown around the temple by the Bajoran acolyte, offered the chance to consult the orb of the prophets. She tells him what it does, the supposed communication with the Prophets, possible visions, and the feeling of peace one is left with. Being curious about its described effects he tries it.*

*opens the casing when alone, is surrounded by white light and suddenly sees Sherlock.*

The games afoot, my dear doctor. We just need to follow the clues to get you back home. Leading the way into some mist.

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 10:02:44 UTC
*suddenly assailed by memories, swept up in a whirlwind of images, sounds, scents, tastes, and feelings.*

past, present, future is mixed up in this one.

not like the Sisko, where time is linear.

time swirls within him, a constant hurricane.

the many people within, the many memories are tearing him apart.

we must calm the wind and bring the one to preeminence from the many.

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 10:07:11 UTC
a young girl child putting a paper boat on fire to sail on a lake in honor of the ancestors. A young woman, feet bound, head bowed to a father. Given as wife to a man who's hair is so very grey. Memories of her childhood, her becoming a woman, then a wife in her 15th year, her children, her children's children. Bending with age, with pain, with the constant cough. Only vague knowledge of writing, having seen her father, husband do it, never taught it herself. Knows when she dies her granchildren will honor her as an ancestor.

Feels herself fade away.

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g30rd1_laforge September 26 2004, 11:00:57 UTC
*Running through the hot dessert, with just a simple scratchy covering him. So very young, but must run. Trying to hide, but taken by the Egyptians. Toiling hard on mud bricks, carrying water, day after day of slavery. No hope, barely fed enough to survive ( ... )

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