[It's a strange feeling, to suddenly be on her stomach on the floor. The lights are too bright, even in the dimness of this room. It's unnatural, and even before she opens her eyes, finally sucking in enough air into her lungs, she knows something is off.
She stands, because she must. There is confusion writ on her face, something that begs too many questions but urges her forward. Where is she? She peers into the hall, just looking for now. Her head tilts, eyes careful to catch what she can. Lucrezia doesn't speak, but there's a fear in a her eyes. The unknown is daunting, and everything around her is too foreign to even have a name for.
Her hand reaches for the knob, pushing it open into the even brighter hall. For many she will look out of place. A girl of sixteen dressed in a fine white and gold dress. It clashes with the worn out fabrics, dull hues of the carpet that's faded or the wood that needed to be polished. She outshines most things, but here she is more outdated than the old paneling on the wall.
She is slow to walk, each step careful. She trusts nothing, sure she has fallen into some strange dream, but it persists and feels real, the way her hand slides against the wall as she walks or the sound her wooden heels make on the thin padded floor. Lucrezia makes to find someone, finally calling out.]
Hello. You there. Can you tell me where I am?
( screening room )
[The lighting is florescent. It shines bright like the sun, but it isn't real. She doesn't understand much in this place, wandering around from room to room to gain a feel for this new place. But electricity is still something she doesn't understand. One can merely flick a light on or off.
But what is even more strange is the flickering screen. She stands in the doorway, her shadow projecting into the room itself. This place is a myriad of things she cannot explain, but the screen is quite the holy grail of finds. She watches in dazed fascination. It is almost like a painting, but it moves.]
How peculiar, [She remarks, never intending to interrupt anyone's viewing pleasure. Though her appearance is like to already do so, shining that fake light into room.]
They are so life like. [What would Don da Vinci or Don Botticelli say at this? Her hand moves to touch the projection onto the screen, though she knows they are not actually there. She's just touching air. It amuses her though, to see something play out before her. There is no sound, but she decides she must see more.]
Lucrezia | open
[It's a strange feeling, to suddenly be on her stomach on the floor. The lights are too bright, even in the dimness of this room. It's unnatural, and even before she opens her eyes, finally sucking in enough air into her lungs, she knows something is off.
She stands, because she must. There is confusion writ on her face, something that begs too many questions but urges her forward. Where is she? She peers into the hall, just looking for now. Her head tilts, eyes careful to catch what she can. Lucrezia doesn't speak, but there's a fear in a her eyes. The unknown is daunting, and everything around her is too foreign to even have a name for.
Her hand reaches for the knob, pushing it open into the even brighter hall. For many she will look out of place. A girl of sixteen dressed in a fine white and gold dress. It clashes with the worn out fabrics, dull hues of the carpet that's faded or the wood that needed to be polished. She outshines most things, but here she is more outdated than the old paneling on the wall.
She is slow to walk, each step careful. She trusts nothing, sure she has fallen into some strange dream, but it persists and feels real, the way her hand slides against the wall as she walks or the sound her wooden heels make on the thin padded floor. Lucrezia makes to find someone, finally calling out.]
Hello. You there. Can you tell me where I am?
( screening room )
[The lighting is florescent. It shines bright like the sun, but it isn't real. She doesn't understand much in this place, wandering around from room to room to gain a feel for this new place. But electricity is still something she doesn't understand. One can merely flick a light on or off.
But what is even more strange is the flickering screen. She stands in the doorway, her shadow projecting into the room itself. This place is a myriad of things she cannot explain, but the screen is quite the holy grail of finds. She watches in dazed fascination. It is almost like a painting, but it moves.]
How peculiar, [She remarks, never intending to interrupt anyone's viewing pleasure. Though her appearance is like to already do so, shining that fake light into room.]
They are so life like. [What would Don da Vinci or Don Botticelli say at this? Her hand moves to touch the projection onto the screen, though she knows they are not actually there. She's just touching air. It amuses her though, to see something play out before her. There is no sound, but she decides she must see more.]