OOM - The Labyrinth Part I

[theresnodoor]

There is boredom. There is restlessness. There is anxiety. And there is recklessness. Stages of reactions following the common phrase of There's nothing to do. If left alone for too long, this condition can result in conversation, conflict, experimentation, explosions, discovery, and death.

Among others.

But sometimes, Fate steps in. Someone looks down and notices the ever-increasing stages and says, Hey. That looks kind of dull. Let me help you out there.

The common reaction to such politeness is gratitude.


Well into the stages of boredom, Rachel opens her eyes and finds herself not in her bedroom, her apartment, or even the Bar's couch. Instead of soft fabric, there are hard, rough stones beneath her back. Instead of open space, the walls are close and dingy and the ceiling is low. And when she sits up, sharp and sudden, she is staring out of an archway that leads into the darkest of dark hallways, despite the flickering torch on the wall.

Blue eyes dart in every direction and not a single one of them makes sense - including the other person, crumpled on the stones nearby.

Comments

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo, still waist deep in water, pointed.

Offendingly at the rock in front of her.

[theresnodoor]

Rachel angles herself slightly, large body wriggling until she can focus one eye where Jo points.

She blinks.

<Why do I care about a triangle on a rock, Jo?>

[tobeclosetohim]

"It's not a triangle."

Jo's voice was darkly displeased.

[theresnodoor]

<Weird, what with having three sides and all.>

Rachel's voice is a growl, irritated and angry and exhausted. With the support offered by the rock for Jo, she begins to demorph, clinging to it as well as fingers form.

"Then what is it?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"It's the sign of Daedalus, Rachel."

Delta. In the Greek alphabet.







"We're in the labyrinth."