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bigapplesauce2014-04-07 11:18 pm
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Like A Bird From These Prison Walls [Closed]
Okay. She is ready, and she's going to do this. 'This' involves a belated attempt to get the hell out of this universe the only way she knows how: via nowheresville. Presuming she can get there.
After spending a significant amount of time haunting farmers markets and upscale grocery stores, she's acquired a collection of plants that smell as if they could be ingredients to the bundle that Yolande had given her. It's been quite a while since she last encountered the real deal, but smell is supposed to be strongly linked to memory, right? Doesn't that mean she ought to be good at remembering the right smell? That's what she'd told herself - repeatedly - while huffing five different varieties of sage in the hopes that one would leap out at her as Obviously The Right One. No such luck on that front, so she bought enough of each to try several different herbal combinations.
Now, there are a variety of little bundles of dried plant matter arrayed on her carpet, as well as a ceramic bowl for smudging. A little to one side, there's a sheet of paper with each of the bundles' contents neatly listed so she can eliminate the ones that are definitely wrong. The windows are open, so there's air moving through the apartment, but she also took the precautionary measure of removing the battery from her smoke detector. She's burned incense without issue, but she might be going through a lot of bundles, here, before she finds the right combination. The only person she wants evacuating the building due to her efforts is herself.
The first four attempts are no-goes. She can tell as soon as she smells the smoke that it isn't right, and she crosses them off the list. The fifth, however, is promising. As she breathes it in, she can feel a response from her necklace: a sort of sluggish, almost incredulous stirring, as if it's surprised she got it - or as if it's not quite right, but right enough.
Okay. Okay. Resting her hands on her knees, Sunshine shuts her eyes and tries to clear her mind. She doesn't think she'll be able to reach Con, necessarily, but if she can just focus on where she wants to go, that should be enough. Maybe. He did say the necklace would allow her to visit, so if she can just get to nowheresville… gods, she could get out of here, be done with this whole universe and everyone in it. Even the people she likes. Especially the people she likes.
Focus, Sunshine. Focus on Con.
She does. And then she doesn't. Her necklace flares, and there's a sharp, yanking sensation in her chest, and she has just enough time to think: oh, damn.
An instant later, an unconscious Sunshine materializes a foot above Spike's bedroom floor and drops to the carpet with an audible thud.
After spending a significant amount of time haunting farmers markets and upscale grocery stores, she's acquired a collection of plants that smell as if they could be ingredients to the bundle that Yolande had given her. It's been quite a while since she last encountered the real deal, but smell is supposed to be strongly linked to memory, right? Doesn't that mean she ought to be good at remembering the right smell? That's what she'd told herself - repeatedly - while huffing five different varieties of sage in the hopes that one would leap out at her as Obviously The Right One. No such luck on that front, so she bought enough of each to try several different herbal combinations.
Now, there are a variety of little bundles of dried plant matter arrayed on her carpet, as well as a ceramic bowl for smudging. A little to one side, there's a sheet of paper with each of the bundles' contents neatly listed so she can eliminate the ones that are definitely wrong. The windows are open, so there's air moving through the apartment, but she also took the precautionary measure of removing the battery from her smoke detector. She's burned incense without issue, but she might be going through a lot of bundles, here, before she finds the right combination. The only person she wants evacuating the building due to her efforts is herself.
The first four attempts are no-goes. She can tell as soon as she smells the smoke that it isn't right, and she crosses them off the list. The fifth, however, is promising. As she breathes it in, she can feel a response from her necklace: a sort of sluggish, almost incredulous stirring, as if it's surprised she got it - or as if it's not quite right, but right enough.
Okay. Okay. Resting her hands on her knees, Sunshine shuts her eyes and tries to clear her mind. She doesn't think she'll be able to reach Con, necessarily, but if she can just focus on where she wants to go, that should be enough. Maybe. He did say the necklace would allow her to visit, so if she can just get to nowheresville… gods, she could get out of here, be done with this whole universe and everyone in it. Even the people she likes. Especially the people she likes.
Focus, Sunshine. Focus on Con.
She does. And then she doesn't. Her necklace flares, and there's a sharp, yanking sensation in her chest, and she has just enough time to think: oh, damn.
An instant later, an unconscious Sunshine materializes a foot above Spike's bedroom floor and drops to the carpet with an audible thud.