❂ two | audio

[gazingup]

...heLlO , m y nammE is Tr Istan.,

[ a soft click and buzz as he switches to audio. an aggravated sigh, followed by a man's voice - there's an noticeable British inflection to it (region unnamed, so stereotype it? |D). ]

I thought I'd give 'typing' a try, but ... well, I'd like to finish this before the end of the month. And I'm really not- I'm really not too sure how this network thing functions either. I write a letter on this box and somehow others can see it? And then they write responses to it on their own box? Sort of like an actual letter, except it's like the person's right in front of you. Except they're somehow not. Magic?

Anyways- Er. Hullo. I'm Tristan.

...I'm not really supposed to be here. You see, I had this magical transporting-candle, and it was meant to bring me to my Mother; however-- [a stifled sigh] Obviously, I messed up. My thoughts wandered and so here I am: A magical world, but the wrong magical world.

[ silence and a bit of inaudible muttering. if you listen closely, you can hear the chirping of crickets. or maybe even the distant yell of a woman ]

Would anyone lend me a map? I've been attempting to route a way out of here with no luck. And I've got to- I really need to leave this place soon. I promised Victoria I would return in a week, and it's already been four days. And this won't be a promise I'll be breaking. Not to mention, I've got heavy baggage on me.


[ pause ]



...I really adore Victoria. I mean, I've always loved her, even when we were just children playing together. Of course the feeling's matured, but at this point it's ... it's completely overwhelming.

When I was seven, I gave Victoria a yellow daffodil and told her I liked her. She tore off its petals and ran away.

When I was ten, I caught a sparrow and put it in a wooden cage for her. Victoria later told me her cat ate it.

When I was thirteen, I wrote Victoria a love letter on fancy paper. Even suffered the embarrassment of having my father read it, just so I could make sure everything was spelled right. I don't think she read it.

When I was fourteen, I sneaked off to Ipswitch to buy Victoria a special gift. Or at least I tried to reach Ipswitch. Instead I ended up getting lost for three days.

When I was sixteen, I challenged Humphrey to a horse race to impress her. I actually had the lead, until I got distracted by glancing at Victoria. Ended up hitting my head on a branch and falling off the horse. In front of her.

When I was seventeen, I wrote her a series of sonnets. Stayed up practically to the crack of dawn every night for a month reading Shakespeare and Keats so I could learn and manage something decent. Wrote them and even put them in a folder. She, well- She thought they were hilarious.

When I was eighteen, I lost my job after skipping work to help Victoria carry her groceries home. I spent at least one night per week throwing rocks at her window, so I could talk to her. I spent my entire savings to purchase a bottle of champagne for a picnic.

There I told her I'd travel to the golden fields of San Francisco for her.

And that I'd even go to the Arctic and bring her back a polar bear's head. Or to Africa for a diamond as big as her fist. Just for her.

Most importantly, I promised her I'd bring back that shooting star we watched fall together in exchange for her hand in marriage. She agreed.


...I think I'd even cut out my heart and give to her, if she asked for it. However, what she wants is this star and I- I've got to bring it back to her. There's no cannot in this equation because, for her hand in marriage ... I'd do- I would travel over the Wall and beyond.




...




...None of that was supposed to come out of my mouth.

[ the transmission suddenly cuts off ]

Comments

audio; yes she found the device and she turned it on too 8| run tristan, run...or plug your ears

[shiningdown.livejournal.com]

Baggage?!

HAHAHA THE WORLD EXPLODES

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

A rock wasn't supposed to be this insufferable. Or whiny.

she's going to slaughter him....with her eyes idk sob

[shiningdown.livejournal.com]

Well, it isn't a rock that you found to begin with, is it?

The expectations ought to change.

What sort of idiot...[mumble mutter grumble PULLING AT THE CHAIN ... ]

send the unicorn to impale him

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

...But you're still a star.

And you're still annoying, regardless if you're human, star, or rock.

[ignooresss]

PERHAPS...

[shiningdown.livejournal.com]

[ deadpan sarcasm deadpan sarcasm dead--- you get it ]

And you're just so completely pleasant by comparison.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You hit a tree?

audio

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

...That's what I said, didn't i?

[ his tone is completely begrudging. 'sup embarrassment. ]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

If it is any consolation, so have I.

audio

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Well.

You didn't do it while trying to impress the love of your life, did you?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No...but I was on a horse. Not only did I hit the tree, I also was dragged by the stirrup.

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[shiningdown.livejournal.com]

That, explains so much.

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Explains what?

[ex-islandsh.livejournal.com]

... A polar bear's head. Are you serious?

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

For Victoria? I could be.

[ex-islandsh.livejournal.com]

But do you really think she'd want some trophy like that? Pretty sure most girls don't care for that kind of thing.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

It's not the trophy that matters, but the act itself. It's a way to for me to prove my love to her.

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[parlelellyleloo.livejournal.com]

A magical transporting-candle?

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Yes. You think about the place you want to go, and it brings you there. Nifty, if you use it right.

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[parlelellyleloo.livejournal.com]

It certainly does sound like a useful little trinket, if one were to have one. Pity that yours has not come with you, isn't it? As then you would have a better chance of whisking yourself away from here than most.

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

I still have one light on mine, but I need it as a bargaining chip. Instead, I'll find someway out of here on my own two feet.

[ pauses, catching accent]

Where are you from? England?

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[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

There's no map to show the way out, if that's what you're looking for. We're all a little stuck. Oh, but not permanently! We can't get out when we want to, but people usually leave eventually.

Aww, that--

Actually, some of that's really weird, but it's all sweet, and it's the thought that counts. Most girls would love to have someone that dedicated.

1/2

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

No one's bothered to make a map of this place?

What. What do you mean- What do you mean we're stuck? Every city's got to have an exit - it wouldn't be a city without one!

2/2

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Victoria expects a lot, as she rightly should. She's ... she's an amazing woman.

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

No, there's a map, it just... it doesn't show how to leave. Which makes sense, because we can't. It's just the way it works. There's probably a crazy physics explanation for why and how, but you'd have to ask Fred about that.

I hope you'll be able to get back to her. It sounds like you think the world of her.

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Doesn't show how to leave in the sense there's no exit? Honestly, only this sort of thing would happen to me-

[frazzled sigh and a thump as he kicks a tree.]

I'll search this entire City for an exit. If that's what it'll take to get back to Victoria.