Unfortunately, the timeline looks something like this:
- Dimitri escapes the Master's House - Dimitri scrubs off every trace of the place he can possibly remove, and handles the subsequent first aid - dissociative panic and desperate attempts to apologize to Ossie - attempts to work off his terror and stress through training - retrieving his lantern and retreating to the garden - texting Erin
All told he has been out of the Master's House for under six hours. Struck again so soon by crowds, by chatter, by tables loaded with unimaginable foods, Dimitri's mind freezes solid to keep him safe. For a dizzying, disoriented moment a cruel, cheerful voice drifts from behind his shoulder: Liz Malloy, old thing. She told you what she was.
She had said there would be a feast.
"Erin," he says softly, distantly, puppeteering his own teeth and tongue; his eyes are glazed, not quite seeing what's there, a smile nailed to his face, "please tell me where I am."
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Date: 2023-04-14 09:30 am (UTC)- Dimitri escapes the Master's House
- Dimitri scrubs off every trace of the place he can possibly remove, and handles the subsequent first aid
- dissociative panic and desperate attempts to apologize to Ossie
- attempts to work off his terror and stress through training
- retrieving his lantern and retreating to the garden
- texting Erin
All told he has been out of the Master's House for under six hours. Struck again so soon by crowds, by chatter, by tables loaded with unimaginable foods, Dimitri's mind freezes solid to keep him safe. For a dizzying, disoriented moment a cruel, cheerful voice drifts from behind his shoulder: Liz Malloy, old thing. She told you what she was.
She had said there would be a feast.
"Erin," he says softly, distantly, puppeteering his own teeth and tongue; his eyes are glazed, not quite seeing what's there, a smile nailed to his face, "please tell me where I am."