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retraced wrote in pandoraheartsdr
When Gilbert wakes, he's outside in the garden. His eyes open slowly, blinking in confusion at the sight of the bright blue sky above him, the smell of the grass and daffodils, the strange buzz sounding from the house, like the sound of crickets being filtered through hands covering his ears. Just a moment before, he'd stood in front of his brother, a gun pointed directly at him while Raven roared overhead. But now...

Raven isn't there. The sun is too warm. Alice isn't calling Oz's name and there's certainly no Leo Baskerville threatening to take his master from him once more.

There are, however, singing flowers. Those damned singing flowers. But they aren't singing the same thing as before; this time they're singing this. And dancing. And Gilbert has no clue what to do other than stare in horror.

"THESE FLOWERS AGAIN--?!"

Give him a second; he'll come back to his feet once the shock wears off. Or when he gets sick of these noises and decides to rip them from the ground to make them shut up.

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Liam hears the sound of singing flowers and comes to investigate the cause. He's wearing a pair of khakis his closet decided to cough up, and another t-shirt. This one, since he's now seen the show, is another Firefly shirt--this one with the Blue Sun logo.

He blinks down at Gilbert.

"Oh. Gilbertine was looking for you. Were you sent home?"

"...L-Liam?"

For a second, he doesn't even hear Liam's words. Because. What the hell is he wearing? There's a long moment of silence before he finally reaches up, rubs at his eyes and replies, "I was. How long was I gone?"

There's nothing else for him to wear, srsly. He's not pleased about it, but he's managing.

"About two and a half weeks."

He tilts his head curiously.

"Did you experience what Gilbertine explained?"

He's silent, thinking that over. Two and a half weeks...it didn't feel like quite that long at home, but close enough. And without his memories of this place, it was as though he'd actually lost two years of his life being back there. It's completely disconcerting to have to think about it that way; was he still twenty-four? Twenty-six? Had he de-aged?

Ugh, now his head hurts even more.

"I did...and - I think - a little bit after."

Liam offers a hand to help him up. The poor man looks confused.

"Did Xerxes wake?"

He's still assuming he's already awake.

"Would you like to get some tea? It must be a bit disconcerting for you."

"I'm not completely sure," he answers, softly. He swallows thickly, the sudden rush of memories of two years of this place beating themselves back into his head all at once.

"...Coffee would probably be better." He groans as he stands up, stumbling a bit before his feet finally decide to carry his weight.

"Oh."

He steadies him.

"I found something called 'instant coffee' in the cabinet. Just to warn you, apparently the Mansion decided to bring things from another world here. Perhaps the Xerxes with the accent mentioned how different his world is? Some of their technology is here now. I think 'instant coffee' may be one of those things, among other odd foods."

"Instant..."

Wow, the phrase doesn't translate over to him at all at the moment.

"Huh? How did it - what?"

"I honestly haven't a clue. It's why I'm wearing these clothes. My wardrobe went missing."

He doesn't sound too bothered about it anymore.

"I was wondering..."

He turns and looks over the clothing, blinking in confusion. Well, thank goodness that the Will allowed him to keep his own clothes in that case, though he's sure that that will change soon...

"It's odd. It gave me something called 'Levis' to wear, and they were somewhat uncomfortable. Those pants the Xerxes with the accent wears. At least these are a bit better."

He heads inside with Gil.

"You're lucky you didn't arrive in different clothing. It changed mine while I slept."

Disturbing.

"If that's the case, then I'll probably wake up in something else too..."

He shudders at the thought. Ugh, mansion, you're so needlessly perverted.

"What a hassle."

"Likely."

He nods in agreement, opening the front door for Gilbert.

"It's quite a hassle, though Gilbertine seems to be enjoying the new kitchen technology. I daresay she might cry when the Mansion takes it away."

He steps in, nodding gratefully.

"New technology? Like what?" If it's something that even makes Gilbertine cry, he's curious to know what it is.

Liam considers the list he'd heard and seen.

"Coffee maker, electric kettle, blender, microwave, rice cooker, electric mixer... A variety of others. Apparently the technology was created to make cooking easier and faster. The ovens are apparently more efficient, too."

As they go inside, Gilbert may notice that the air is COOL.

"And there's something called air conditioning that makes the temperature inside of the Mansion comfortable. My younger self really enjoys that."

That's...unexpected. The list of things mostly goes right over his head, and is momentarily forgotten by the feeling of the cool air. He shivers a bit, wraps one arm around himself.

"There's something that...just makes coffee? And rice?"

"Yes. You simply use a grinder--that's another thing--to grind the fresh beans, put it in a filter, fill water in the compartment, and flip a switch. The coffee brews itself. With the rice cooker, you put in the appropriate amounts of water and rice, put on the lid, and flip a switch. Same thing."

He notices Gil shiver, but figures he'll adapt like everyone else has.

"It's actually rather fascinating. I'd love to figure out how some of them work. There's even special recorders for music and even recorded plays! You can watch them in a little box."

He raises a hand to his forehead to keep it from spinning as he looks over the halls of the house. For the most part they don't seem to have changed, but...

Then there's that music box that Liam was just talking about sitting on one of the end tables in the hallway, playing some tune from an unseen source. He stares at it as though it's leaking blood, a little nervous to get too close to it.

"How is it...how is all this possible?"

"Apparently some of the worlds people are from are quite technologically advanced. They can capture songs and plays like we take photographs."

He actually sounds enthralled by this.

"I had been told about it, but actually seeing it is something completely different."

"And it just plays on its own?" he asks, leaning in closer to get a better look at it.

"But how?"

"I didn't really understand the explanation, but apparently there's some special device that's a camera for these things, and it somehow records. I likened it to a music box, but it's apparently much more sophisticated."

He smiles slightly, unbothered by the mystery.

"I'm trying to find books about it in the library."

He reaches out to touch it, fingers tracing over the buttons. Accidentally, he hits the volume arrow up and the song becomes louder. His hand jerks back, but he still remains close to it.

"How long has it been like this? The entire time I've been gone?"

Liam doesn't make a move to lower the volume. It's not too much louder, after all.

"No. A little less than a week."

"Have the children been okay...what all of the new technology?"

He's not sure at all if his younger self would be startled by all of these new things or pleased with them, but he's definitely concerned that it's the former.

"Actually, I haven't run into many of them, but I believe they are. I know my younger self is quite happy with the air conditioning. He can't go swimming with that cast on, so he's been miserably hot."

He smiles.

"I've seen several of them engrossed in the 'television'--the recorded plays. I've watched several interesting ones myself."

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