MOD EVENT ↠ IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Some dreams
WHEN: Harvestmere 9:45–Wintersend 9:46
WHERE: The Fade
NOTES: OOC post!

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[okayimin]

It's the walking this time that does the trick. Through mist and unformed green and grey til she gets... somewhere. It's different than where she was before, though the memories of the previous place are already hazy. The only certainty she has is that she isn't where she's meant to be. The familiar voice helps.

The scene she walks into is... less helpful.

"You dumb nug shitting idiot, what the pit are you doing sitting there covered in blood?!" Which is probably not the tone one ought to take when walking into a group of apparent ne'er do wells, but even in this strange disconnected world, Sawbones is still Sawbones.

[heorte]

Well, that's a very familiar voice.

The jolt of recognition manifests as a ripple between them. Ellis has the immediate sense of being caught out, but there's nothing to be done about it. He can't fully parse why it matters just yet, but it does.

"It's not my blood," Ellis answers, a little bewildered. "Sawbones?"

It's her, but she doesn't belong here. Seeing his present and his past colliding is incredibly disorienting, even in an already unsettling dream.

[okayimin]

"That's worse, you rock head," she snaps, rooting around in the pockets of her habit. The dreams are apparently generous enough to place her spare clean handkerchief in one of her pockets. "This is the problem with you topsiders, ain't got any sense for keeping clean after a fight."

She eyes him sourly, reaching up to start wiping the blood off his face, "That's Sister to you, thank you."

[heorte]

"Wait, hang on—"

He's taken aback enough by her approach that Sawbones gets inside his guard before he can do anything in defense.

More than anything else, this is what tips Ellis off to the sense that this isn't life as he knows it. The strangeness of this aggressive care directed at him is just too odd to reconcile with the memory of his old life.

"Where did you come from?" He asks, less interested in a specific location and more in how in the world she has come to exist alongside this particular instance of his life.

[okayimin]

She neither waits nor hangs on, though her objective is a bit hampered by the fact she can only really reach his jaw and chin.

"Bugger if I know, I've been wandering for an age at least." She tugs at his sleeve irritably, "Lean down, would you."

[heorte]

"What if you just let me have the rag?" Ellis sounds somewhere between incredulous and bewildered. Being set upon by an insistent, diminutive Chantry sister in the middle of this situation is breaking apart the logic of this dream.

"I don't think you're supposed to be here," He continues quickly, reaching to try and snag the handkerchief from her. Possibly a futile attempt. Even in the hazy space of this dream, her determination is formidable.

[okayimin]

"It's a handkerchief," she tells him, mildly offended. It's easier to focus on the real person in front of her than whatever is happening around her, even if there's part of her chattering about potential danger. As far as she can tell, nothing's really tried to kill her yet.

She hasn't a clue if it would hurt or not. Her fingers drum restlessly on Ellis' knee as she surrenders the handkerchief to him. "I'm not, but I haven't the slightest idea how I'm meant to get out. There's some strangeness happening that's nothing to do with me, yet here I am anyhow."