Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm getting the idea that you might know a thing or two about being detained. Locked up. Oh, it wasn't sold to us like that, but that's basically what it was. [ She might not have to dig for answers, since his lip is curling and there's a flash of anger in his eyes. He's still not over what happened here. Well, "here", since this isn't exactly a 1:1 for the place he knows. ]
No, I'm pretty sure that if this place got knocked down, no one would miss it.
[ He folds his arms in front of him and starts in on his explanation. ] Night Springs is a TV show about paranormal things. I wrote for it, back in the day, and it looks like things are going full circle. Jury's out on how well they're working, though.
[ At least, his hunch thus far is that this is something he's written to resemble a Night Springs episode, containing echoes of the world he knows but adjusted to fit into that fictional, paranormal world.
It seems to him that when he's in the middle of the story, he can't see where events are going, and that only makes sense. The character in a story can't be all-knowing, after all. ]
Is it that good? Yeah, it's that good. People went nuts for them back in the day. They're old now, but they can still put out some good music.
[ He's still eyeing her but this time, there's something like admiration in his gaze. ] Smart, huh? I mean, I guess that's not too hard to figure out. Creativity, art, whatever you want to call it. That's what the guy who ran this place was looking for. At least, the real lodge, not this one. But what's "real", anyway?
Let me guess, you fall into the category of an artist too. Well, as far as I'm concerned, their days of "containing" people are done.
[ He laughs dryly. ] There was a purpose involved, and that was to use art to change reality. Crazy, right?
[ He keeps following after her as she walks to the front doors, and that's when he notices that they're bolted down. Sealed. Then she asks how he got in, and he has to pause for a second or two. ]
Well- let's just say that there was a trail, I followed it, and... there might be a broken window or two around here somewhere.
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No, I'm pretty sure that if this place got knocked down, no one would miss it.
[ He folds his arms in front of him and starts in on his explanation. ] Night Springs is a TV show about paranormal things. I wrote for it, back in the day, and it looks like things are going full circle. Jury's out on how well they're working, though.
[ At least, his hunch thus far is that this is something he's written to resemble a Night Springs episode, containing echoes of the world he knows but adjusted to fit into that fictional, paranormal world.
It seems to him that when he's in the middle of the story, he can't see where events are going, and that only makes sense. The character in a story can't be all-knowing, after all. ]
Is it that good? Yeah, it's that good. People went nuts for them back in the day. They're old now, but they can still put out some good music.
[ He's still eyeing her but this time, there's something like admiration in his gaze. ] Smart, huh? I mean, I guess that's not too hard to figure out. Creativity, art, whatever you want to call it. That's what the guy who ran this place was looking for. At least, the real lodge, not this one. But what's "real", anyway?
Let me guess, you fall into the category of an artist too. Well, as far as I'm concerned, their days of "containing" people are done.
[ He laughs dryly. ] There was a purpose involved, and that was to use art to change reality. Crazy, right?
[ He keeps following after her as she walks to the front doors, and that's when he notices that they're bolted down. Sealed. Then she asks how he got in, and he has to pause for a second or two. ]
Well- let's just say that there was a trail, I followed it, and... there might be a broken window or two around here somewhere.