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[versusnurture]

[Abigail is pacing back and forth in her room, looking very different than usual. She doesn't seem to realize that the camera's on, or that she's talking to herself. Said talking to herself gets increasingly loud as her speech progresses.]

Heaven is unmerciful. Yet this is known; only I had not known it so intimately. Yes, Heaven is unmerciful; any God there is has left me, and still I am so mark'd. Ne'er will I be without damnation, felt deep as a blade in my heart, and this mark, which so has seep'd beneath my skin. Ne'er will I be clean; yet this was known.

Am I alone here? Am I, in all of the world and worlds, alone?


( ooc; abigail is lady macbeth! )

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[versusnurture]

[She starts at the sound of his voice - comes towards the communicator, lifts it up, looks at it from all angles. The feed angle shifts wildly.]

I am afraid to leave this chamber. I am afraid-- [Her voice so quiet.] As if, upon stepping 'cross the threshold, I might begin to fall, and cease nevermore.

[shakenandlimp]

It can't be as bad as all that, miss. It's an alarming place, but it's sturdy enough. Would you like a drop of brandy to steady your nerves-?

[Bush is not a literary man, it must be admitted.]

[versusnurture]

Brandy?

[She isn't familiar.]

If it be like wine, a drop of libation would be as a drop in the ocean of mine soul, mine nerves - but better, perhaps, something than nothing.

[shakenandlimp]

Brandy's like wine, yes. But I like it better. D'you know where you are? I'll come give you a hand so you don't need to worry about your legs.

[versusnurture]

My legs? My legs are sturdy as ever. 'Tis my heart that falls.

I know not where I am; dead, perhaps, lost, for certain, but not so much in darkness as expected.

[shakenandlimp]

Ah! [Metaphorical falling. That's it. ]

No. It's not so bad here. It'll all pass in a few days, miss, don't worry. I'll come find you now.

[versusnurture]

Wilt thou pull me out of the darkness all alone?

[shakenandlimp]

Er. Probably not. But at least I hope you'll feel a bit more yourself after seeing you aren't lost and having a kind drop of something.

[versusnurture]

All my gracious thanks, kind sir. My door is opened, a beacon for thine travels.

[shakenandlimp]

[It takes him some wandering, but he finds her at last, rapping with his knuckles on the doorframe.]

There you are. Hello, Miss. I am Captain Bush-- like enough you will not remember, we are not well acquainted even normally.