[Holo] Things are not always what they seem…
Susan was walking through the gates of the cemetery and then she wasn’t. She still took a step forward because that had been the direction she’d been traveling and momentum hadn’t ceased to exist even if the lines of granite markers had vanished from view. The feel of something not frozen earth and uneven pavers beneath her loafers caused her to draw up short and just avoid taking a tumble down the platform’s stairs.
“Well, this is different.” Different, not alarming as she had some experience with suddenly finding herself elsewhere than she ought to be. Of course, that hadn’t happened in some years and supposedly (if He were to be believed) never would again. Evidence to the contrary, Susan mentally cursed the giant furball and should He be the one responsible for this, she might take up hunting after all. “Rare chasm, my right foot.”
But this did not feel like Narnia. There had been no prickling of magic along her spine nor had there been that odd fluttering in her belly. Looking about, she realized this place looked nothing of the Narnia she knew either-not that meant overly much to the young woman. Things could change swiftly and drastically in that other world. Time was something of a puzzle between places. “At least this is a bit more convenient than being stranded on a beach or lost in a the woods.” Her last two experiences with this sort of travel. “And not at all as rude as falling into an ocean.”
She had listened to her brother and sister, after all. There hadn’t been as much denial or avoidance as they had thought, not that Susan could ever tell them this. Perhaps that was one small saving grace, never having to admit her great deception to those who would never understand its necessity. Shaking her head to clear it of pointless thoughts, she made her way down the steps and to the main floor. Best to have a look around and see if she could find a clue as to why she was here this time and for how long.
The podium drew her attention, as did the strange object resting on it. Susan didn’t recognize it or have any idea of the intended purpose but there were a lot of buttons on the thing. She poked at it tentatively and gave a slight start as it seemed to come alive. The burst of animated light reminded her ever so slightly of the radio at home, the way the backlight of the dial would come on as the transistor warmed up. “How peculiar. I wonder what I’m to do with this?”
“Well, this is different.” Different, not alarming as she had some experience with suddenly finding herself elsewhere than she ought to be. Of course, that hadn’t happened in some years and supposedly (if He were to be believed) never would again. Evidence to the contrary, Susan mentally cursed the giant furball and should He be the one responsible for this, she might take up hunting after all. “Rare chasm, my right foot.”
But this did not feel like Narnia. There had been no prickling of magic along her spine nor had there been that odd fluttering in her belly. Looking about, she realized this place looked nothing of the Narnia she knew either-not that meant overly much to the young woman. Things could change swiftly and drastically in that other world. Time was something of a puzzle between places. “At least this is a bit more convenient than being stranded on a beach or lost in a the woods.” Her last two experiences with this sort of travel. “And not at all as rude as falling into an ocean.”
She had listened to her brother and sister, after all. There hadn’t been as much denial or avoidance as they had thought, not that Susan could ever tell them this. Perhaps that was one small saving grace, never having to admit her great deception to those who would never understand its necessity. Shaking her head to clear it of pointless thoughts, she made her way down the steps and to the main floor. Best to have a look around and see if she could find a clue as to why she was here this time and for how long.
The podium drew her attention, as did the strange object resting on it. Susan didn’t recognize it or have any idea of the intended purpose but there were a lot of buttons on the thing. She poked at it tentatively and gave a slight start as it seemed to come alive. The burst of animated light reminded her ever so slightly of the radio at home, the way the backlight of the dial would come on as the transistor warmed up. “How peculiar. I wonder what I’m to do with this?”