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milliways_bar2007-01-21 09:06 am
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Roderick's time spent in Milliways thus far has been a heart-wrenching series of highs and lows, highs in which he thought maybe this place will help me get better, maybe maybe maybe, and lows in which he found himself locked in his room - his room, so perfectly tailored to his needs, with black drapes and silken sheets - and could do nothing but lay there and sob, still and forever mourning the loss of his beloved Madeline.
He keeps telling himself that this is some sort of twisted, postmortem dream from which he will never awaken. He is sure he will continue to be tossed about in an endless concoction of subconscious desires, memories, hopes, fears -- and maybe, just maybe, that is how it should be for Roderick Usher.
After all, a dream is just a dream.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule -
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE - out of TIME.
It's very early when Roderick leaves the comforts of his room for the bar proper - the sun has not yet risen and there are very few patrons downstairs - and he finds himself seated once again near the fire that never seems to go out. A waitrat scurries over with a steaming hot cup of tea and a biscuit, and once more, Roderick repeats his new mantra.
It is just a dream.
He keeps telling himself that this is some sort of twisted, postmortem dream from which he will never awaken. He is sure he will continue to be tossed about in an endless concoction of subconscious desires, memories, hopes, fears -- and maybe, just maybe, that is how it should be for Roderick Usher.
After all, a dream is just a dream.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule -
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE - out of TIME.
It's very early when Roderick leaves the comforts of his room for the bar proper - the sun has not yet risen and there are very few patrons downstairs - and he finds himself seated once again near the fire that never seems to go out. A waitrat scurries over with a steaming hot cup of tea and a biscuit, and once more, Roderick repeats his new mantra.
It is just a dream.