Sweet dreams are made of these...

[thespaceopera]

[ Calibration Rooms ]
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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[child_of_bhaal]

[She's not put off by the appearance of the box. She's as eager to assist as ever.]

You need not ask for help when it's freely offered.

[She holds her hands out, palms up, ready to accept the weight of the box.]

[faithfulwisdom]

[Finrod hesitates for another moment, looking almost nervous. But eventually, he nods and places the box in her hands.

The contents of this box are more sinister than the others Syeira has seen: a ragged blanket, a pair of bloody shackles, a harp with the strings cut and mangled- all coated in a fine layer of ash, peppered here and there with dragon scales.

Strangely, it's much heavier than it should be.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Being unprepared for the weight, she sags a bit before readjusting to support it properly. She gives him a reassuring smile too. Nothing she can't bear!]

Where are these supposed to go?

[She does notice the contents. It's hard to miss really. But she doesn't ask, yet. If holding the box doesn't do anything strange then perhaps she can get through one of these events without being thrust directly into someone's private life without their permission.]

[faithfulwisdom]

I try to keep them in the back, where they won't trouble me. Or anyone else.

[While Finrod would be more than happy with Syeira's solution, it seems that the calibration room has other plans. The box rips along the blood soaked seams and the items go tumbling to the floor, the blanket floating down and landing atop her feet.

As it does, the world around them seems to go white and Finrod himself disappears in a flurry of windblown snow- at least for a moment.

Gradually, the wind slows and it becomes clear that Syeira is in an encampment of elves. Elves who are doing very poorly, by the looks of things. Bloodstained tracks in the slow lead to a series of small fires where frostbitten men, women, and children huddled together, clinging desperately to any trace of warmth.

Finrod sits at the nearest fire, surrounded by four other elves with that same golden hair. They have clearly been having some sort of debate, but it seems to have died down and most are just staring into the fire. Finrod himself stands and changes seats, settling down next to the only woman of the group and draping a blanket- the blanket- over her shoulders.]

Keep it, Findaráto. [She started to hand it back, frowning.] Your people need you.

[They both glance back at the huddled masses, but Finrod shakes his head and refuses to accept the blanket.]

And they do not need you? [She still hesitates.] Please take it, if only for my sake. I could not bear it if-

[That's enough for her to take the blanket and interrupt him.] For your sake, then, brother.

[But she seems grateful, moving closer and doing her best to cover both of them with it. It's not an easy task; at over six feet tall, neither of them are small people. But she manages the best she can. And there's something to be said for the emotional comfort of closeness too.]

Each time I sit down, I worry I will not rise again. So many do not. [The woman releases a slow, ragged breath.] I am frightened, Findaráto.

[Finrod takes her hand and squeezes it, but there's no comforting smile on his face. Even he cannot manage one now.] As am I, Artanis.

[Another gust of wind, another flurry of snow blocking her vision, and the figures are gone. Syeira is back in the storeroom once more.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Come out of the vision, she almost drops the box (what's left of it), between the moment when she's in a frozen world with numbed hands and back in the room, her awareness all her own again. She steps back, pulling her boot from beneath the blanket and kneels down, putting the torn container on the floor.]

I'm sorry, I didn't think it would tear like that. Is there something else we could use?

[And are they safe to touch? Would she be tossed into another memory if she tried to clean these up?]

[faithfulwisdom]

You needn't apologize; you are not to blame.

[He kneels down and starts pushing the ash and dragon scales into a single pile. But when she mentions another container, he nods and stands, abandoning the task halfway through.]

I will see if I cannot find something. [And he'll wander off, leaving her alone with the strange objects.]