The Promentory - cw: suicide, violence, death

[moon_in_her_hair]

[Spam]

[Opera House] (Here is the scene for reference)

[It's a scene that she knows. Even without looking behind her at the sets and the props, she knows where she is. For a moment, the curtains, the audience, everything disappears. She could swear that she is back in the Colonies, lost in the wild and pulled along by Magua and his men.

The actor portraying him looks at her with the same dead eyes, the knife at his side sharp and bloody. His men gathered around him, practicing their war calls. The same ones they used when they scalped her father's unit. Her body freezes, backing away as her heart hammers in her chest. Her eyes become wide and fearful, watching them with the same fear and knowing certainty that she is to die.

Cora is in the background, her black hair long and about her waist. She is next to Hawkeye, both speaking in low whispers. She is unseen by them, just as she was in life. Forgotten and left to her fate.

Uncas appears, his expression towards her loving and kind, as it always was. He sees her now, even as he is attacked and stabbed. His heart seemingly breaking as they both understand that he has failed.

She knows what happens, she knows how it ends. Backing away, Alice retreats into herself, but still unable to look away as her lover fights Magua. There is no escaping fate in the end.]

[The Ballroom]

[Her fear and terror from the Opera House is still with her. The ghosts swelling in each room have nothing compared to the actors she had just seen. But even so, she darts from room to room, seeking to escape her terror and never ending nightmare.

As she steps into the ballroom, she stops in shock, looking around at the figures dancing. She is pushed about, shoved into the corner as the room seems to fill. She is underfoot again, but it is more dangerous than before. She is lost and can't find her way out.]

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[moon_in_her_hair]

[He's helping her relax, feeling safer already next to her friend. His skills with dancing certainly impressive, as she suspects many don't remember the Waltz.]

What are these things? What is this place, do you know?

[mercurialize]

[He'll glide them between what he can whenever there is an opening to do so. Spiraling slowly with the flow outward to the proper exit. It's easy to get lost in the music and he can see how others easily may have.]

Your guess is as good as mine. It's a port. This is probably someone else's world, or part of it.

[moon_in_her_hair]

[She hadn't danced like this in some time. Not since she was last in London and had recently been presented to society. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it and wanted to return to that sort of normalcy.]

I thought they were ghosts when I first saw them. That can't be right though. [She hopes not at least.]

[mercurialize]

They might be. Some of the rooms-

[No, she doesn't need to hear that.]

People can get lost easily here. Logic isn't always the same in different places. They might just be lost and tied to this place.

But that's just a guess.

[moon_in_her_hair]

There was a room where the creatures continually asked me to stay. If I did, I wonder if I would be like them now.

[They didn't even seem to notice they were trapped here or notice that they were endlessly dancing about. It was as if they were in their own world.]

How do we get back to the ship?

[mercurialize]

Don't know. Lets just take this one room at a time, shall we? I don't think we should be lingering in any one room for too long.

[moon_in_her_hair]

I agree. [They are at least nearing the exit. She glances over her shoulder to see if anyone is watching them.] They don't seem to see anything beyond their actions.

[mercurialize]

Lets hope it stays that way.

[He makes sure that they spin enough to put Alice closer to the exit when the time comes. If anything latched on, he could probably easily fight it off. Although he'd never fought ghosts before. But he could get away, she might not be able to.

With the exit only steps away he takes a quick look at her.]

Ready?

[moon_in_her_hair]

[She braces herself, feeling at least some semblance of control. He was helping her, not treating her as a prop or helpless child. It eased her and made her feel that she had a chance to survive.]

Yes. Ready.

[mercurialize]

On the count of three.

[He double checks his footing and times the turns with his steps.]

One, two.. three.

[With more force on his left leg he'll push and spin them out of the dancing horde and toward the next hallway. Landing is far less graceful and not something he really took into account. But they seem to have gotten off easy otherwise.]