castle_perrault | Entries tagged with to the moon

Being back in semi-familiar stone hallways in a place that shouldn't exist isn't what bothers Eva. It isn't the fact that she's only slowly remembering that she has been here before, and what transpired, or how freaking weird it was.

No, what's bothering her right now is the fact that she's eyeball level with a dandelion.

She tries to frown and finds that her face doesn't cooperate, like it doesn't have the right muscles. Frustrated, she tries to see what she can do, and begins to notice the buck teeth, and the whiskers.

She startles herself horribly and springs wildly into the air, spinning around and flailing her fluffy limbs. An outside observer who knows a thing or two about small mammals might call it a popcorn. Eva lands and her eyes are wide, her nose twitching at a million miles a minute.

WHAT THE HELL?!

The force of her thought is enough to send it out psychically into the area around her. She doesn't know it yet, but she can communicate that way, for as long as her mouth won't obey human language.

Eva may be distressed, but she is a scientist. So she will handle this the way any scientific thinker would. She observes. She takes.. mental notes, since she can't write. She can see her hands (front paws) and some of her body if she turns (a fluffy tail). She's apparently blue and yellow for some cosmically ironic reason, and she is, absolutely, unequivocally, unarguably, a rabbit.

Nothing for it but to look for answers. Or help. Or a nice carrot. So off she hops, down the hallway, and through whatever doors are left open.

momentbymoment

Visiting places she's never been, walking into realities that aren't truly real, these are things Eva is used to. Maybe too used to, if the veteran agents are to be believed, but usually she enters them of her own volition. On purpose, and with the memory that she has done so.

She's altered so many people's memories over the years, with their consent and for their own happiness. Never before has she felt her own mind so tampered with.

At first, she was certain she was dreaming. Why not? A castle with a room full of candy, and seemingly endless corridors? That's the stuff of sleep and dreams. Not usually of her's, but these things aren't always predictable.

But when the dream doesn't end, no matter how she wanders or what she does, she starts to get suspicious. Everything around her is so solid, and time seems to flow fairly normally. So if she isn't dreaming... then what? Someone's memory is the most likely culprit, but she has no memory herself of a client. Did something go wrong? ... Again? After that incident with Johnny she thought she more than had her share of drama for at least a few months.

She's just starting to wonder if she should panic when she passes the lab. Like a moth to flame she's drawn in. It's more well-equipped than she expected and... feels oddly familiar. The set up of the hood, the type of tools and equipment, even the smell of it. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as the feeling of de ja vu only grows.

Then, behind her, a meow. The first indication of a living thing. She'd rather it be human, but as she turns to look at the creature, a tidal wave of emotions hits her hard. Of all the cats in the world...

She crouches down and holds out her hand for it, smiling in a tired sort of way as it moves to bump its face against her. "Now you were not what I was expecting." It meows again.

"Not a bad job, considering..." Not that she'd admit that aloud if Neil was in earshot. She can tell it's a data projection, of course. If it was a real cat she could write it off as a coincidence. Unfortunately, it isn't, and that means Neil is here, too, for better or worse.

That doesn't answer any of her questions. "Do you know where Neil is?" She asks the cat as she picks it up. It's the only company she has, and it's coming with her. She continues her investigation of the lab and the castle itself with a datacat purring in her arms.