I. ARRIVAL Unlike the temple, unlike Canaan House, this beach is not anywhere near a Ninth House affair. In Ninth House robes that have seen better days and probably not been washed in months, Gideon looks every bit the expected Ninth House weird cultist. That has to go. Silently, she crosses the beach and sees more skin on people not yet octogenarians than she ever saw in life/death/not really dead. The Tridentarius nightgowns trail in second, and this place has 100% fewer horribly murdered people. Points for that. The clothing options look like those everyone else is wearing—it looks like stuff she's only seen in her magazines—in so many colors Gideon stops, paralyzed. It's her first chance to dress herself. No, it's the first time her clothing options aren't coming from the general Ninth House supply or Ortus's voluminous abandoned wardrobe. When in doubt, go with what you know. She snatches a black one piece and retreats into one of the closets.
Every piece of Ninth House worn out hand-me-down resurrected clothing gets stuffed into the pack from the temple atop the clean socks. Zip close and it barely smells. Silently, because silently is a good way to people watch, practically invisible after a while, Gideon makes her way toward the food. Not pushing, not making a scene. First she gets the food on a stick. Gideon bites into the soft texture and discovers meat. She's starving, so she gets in line for the next food as well.
III. SURF'S UP CW: drowning, memories of death, potentially murderous mad spirit infested waters
Gideon nearly falls off the board into the murky blood-colored water. Her arms flail, but she crouches and steadies. It's not much to go on, but the slightly tanned muscular right arm rules out both Harrow and Ianthe. For that matter, it rules out almost every adept that ever lived. It could be Pyrrha, dealing with her own welcome back to your own corpse, kind of thing. Gideon bets both Pyrrha and Actually Dead Gideon could have/can/whatever swim. AKA no one she knows.
She failed Abigail, Magnus, Isaac, Jeanne-Mary, and Palamedes. She possibly failed Camilla and Coronabeth. Sure, there is the whole afterlife thing, but no one's dying (again) today. Not because of her. Ridicule isn't anything new. Grateful she isn't in an awkward robe, Gideon jumps off the end of her board. Her head bobs under the water, and she's angling to swim. She can't see what's in the water. Her eyes close, and she sees tongues, monstrous pink tongues, reaching up from the bottom of the sea. Not sees. Remembers. Couldn't dying do anything useful? Or she didn't get out/is back in the River. If her dead/dying brain made up all the hot women at the beach, she is going to be so mad.
She shakes her head, checks where the person is, and carries on to un-ruin one person's day.
Gideon Nav | The Locked Tomb
Unlike the temple, unlike Canaan House, this beach is not anywhere near a Ninth House affair. In Ninth House robes that have seen better days and probably not been washed in months, Gideon looks every bit the expected Ninth House weird cultist. That has to go. Silently, she crosses the beach and sees more skin on people not yet octogenarians than she ever saw in life/death/not really dead. The Tridentarius nightgowns trail in second, and this place has 100% fewer horribly murdered people. Points for that. The clothing options look like those everyone else is wearing—it looks like stuff she's only seen in her magazines—in so many colors Gideon stops, paralyzed. It's her first chance to dress herself. No, it's the first time her clothing options aren't coming from the general Ninth House supply or Ortus's voluminous abandoned wardrobe. When in doubt, go with what you know. She snatches a black one piece and retreats into one of the closets.
Every piece of Ninth House worn out hand-me-down resurrected clothing gets stuffed into the pack from the temple atop the clean socks. Zip close and it barely smells. Silently, because silently is a good way to people watch, practically invisible after a while, Gideon makes her way toward the food. Not pushing, not making a scene. First she gets the food on a stick. Gideon bites into the soft texture and discovers meat. She's starving, so she gets in line for the next food as well.
III. SURF'S UP
CW: drowning, memories of death, potentially murderous mad spirit infested waters
Gideon nearly falls off the board into the murky blood-colored water. Her arms flail, but she crouches and steadies. It's not much to go on, but the slightly tanned muscular right arm rules out both Harrow and Ianthe. For that matter, it rules out almost every adept that ever lived. It could be Pyrrha, dealing with her own welcome back to your own corpse, kind of thing. Gideon bets both Pyrrha and Actually Dead Gideon could have/can/whatever swim. AKA no one she knows.
She failed Abigail, Magnus, Isaac, Jeanne-Mary, and Palamedes. She possibly failed Camilla and Coronabeth. Sure, there is the whole afterlife thing, but no one's dying (again) today. Not because of her. Ridicule isn't anything new. Grateful she isn't in an awkward robe, Gideon jumps off the end of her board. Her head bobs under the water, and she's angling to swim. She can't see what's in the water. Her eyes close, and she sees tongues, monstrous pink tongues, reaching up from the bottom of the sea. Not sees. Remembers. Couldn't dying do anything useful? Or she didn't get out/is back in the River. If her dead/dying brain made up all the hot women at the beach, she is going to be so mad.
She shakes her head, checks where the person is, and carries on to un-ruin one person's day.