Archive for November, 2010

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Friday, November 12th, 2010

Had a dream Onni came back and it was all just a mistake, it was all a bit more complicated than that, but eventually I woke up.

I’d forgotten how much I miss him. ;_;

I have dreams like this every. single. night.

Saturday, November 6th, 2010

chopping off the head of the fish
the hospital
the bandages
she was Russian
the other girl
the man who knew her name
20 years alone
having to take the bandages off to eat

she went out there with a party of explorers but she got left behind, they went without her and she watched them they away in the helicoper. There was nowhere she could go, she knew that if she left the camp she’d die, so she stayed.

A manhole cover breaks in half in one of the huts, she replaces it with one from outside, and glues the broken one back together with ice, she puts that one outside.

One day she’s looking for fish in the tunnels below the camp, looking for anywhere that’s thawed (There was an interlude about how every single game has a culverts level, here, and two game designers mocking it, don’t ask me, I don’t know) when she finds a girl lying unconcious in one of the tunnels.

I could talk to her.

I could teach her how to survive.

We could sit together and eat and laugh.

I could show her everything I’ve done, I could make her clothes, I could look after her and she could look after me.

We could be friends.

She just sits stunned for a minute, staring at the girl, until a man steps into view.

Her thoughts reverse at once. What was she thinking, she’s not your property and she never was. She’s leaving, stop being so emotional.

The man is surprised to see her. It’s not often you see young women alone in the middle of icy tundras. But he goes with it.

She’s been alone so long she can’t even remember how to speak, she chokes out the odd word and communicates what she can by hand movements, she feels relived he speaks a language she understands though.

He leaves the girl somewhere, she assumes back at their own camp but she’s slightly stunned and heartbroken, and doesn’t think about it. They go back to the surface.

It always made her happy and warm to see the food store at the end of the day, but it also made her feel slightly unnerved, storing the live animals with the dead. She took out a fish and chopped it’s head off to kill it, and then they sat down together on the floor and she cooked it. Food doesn’t really go off in the icy conditions, but sometimes she prefers it fresh.

He asks her a question and she shuffles her feet, uncovering the broken manhole cover. She gestures to it, she’s survived.

Eating, she realised she had to take the bandages off her hands and head. They’d been there so many years now that she didn’t even think about them, but taking them off made her feel self concious. She does it without remarking anyway, and when the meal is done she puts them back. Without them her head is cold and the wrong shape, and her thoghts leak out. Maybe that means she was injured with the original expidition, but it’s too long ago now to remember.

The man says her name and she looks up at him.

Can she even leave, now? She’s become almost part of the ice itself and she’s forgotten how to function in a normal society. Maybe it’d be better if she just stayed alone.