ST: Zev
Current Player[s]: Marie Thomas

Marie asleep in the twilight hours of the long night find that her dreams become tangled and twisted. She is being pulled as if an unseen thread tied around her chest is tugging her around a foggy and fuzzy city scape. The roads and streets she is being taken along are oddly familiar to her, as if she had been down these roadways and building dozens of times but never paid attention. Marie will end up in front of a heavy looking rusted door on the side of a windowless brick wall that stretches out in every direction into infinity with the feeling of dis-embodiment. The Door, now red with rust and warn by time and weather. This door, a portal to something that lies behind, frighting yet wonderful at the same time. The door swings open to reveal a skeletal clock in the void of a blackened dream scape that fills her vision. The clocks long hand ticks a few seconds to twelve... each Tock of the hand slamming home echoes around her. The hand hits home at twelve and a cacophony of sound as the hands slam shut and the noise bolts her awake with the finality of colliding freight trains.

Marie Sitting up in her bed with shivers and sweat as if coming from a nightmare or a vivid vision, is consumed with what is behind the door.

That Rusted Metal Door.

Sitting bolt up in her queen sized bed, the duvet and covers surrounding her like a small fort, Marie gasped and clutched her chest as if she could imagine that her heart was about to leap from it.

"sweet merciful..." the young redhead removed the covers from her as she sat on the side of the bed, her bare feet dangling a few inches from the floor, as she rubbed her eyes and face trying to make sense of the strange dream.

Standing, as she wrapped a deep green robe around her, she moved into the bathroom as she turned on the water in the sink looking at her reflection in the mirror, her features a slightly panicked look.

"I have no idea what that was about but it wasn't like anything I've ever had before" sighing she washed her face and dampened her hair before starting to comb it to put up in her trademarked ponytail "but whatever it is it's in town. New Haven has so many secrets, so many... things about it that I simply don't understand. I kinda wonder if I'm being lead by something or something inside me is remembering something from here. Maybe after I eat I'll go check it out" she paused as she stared back at her reflection with those off colored green eyes of her's "What are you hiding in there Pixie? What is New Haven hiding?"

When Marie comes to the place in her dream she will find before her a multistory building laid with grey brick built around the turn of the twentieth century. Along its side in a wide alley stands a single red rusted door, no windows, signs or other markings can be found around it. The door made of heavy steel construction has a single dead bolt lock in the center with no handle. The whole scene seems almost surreal like the dream, the feeling of something calling to her, tugging on her to come inside..

A sudden sense of anticipation and dread as something moves in the lock before her...

A loud *CLICK* from the deadbolt slamming open is heard and the door creaks open to reveal a dimly lit short hallway. The narrow room is undecorated with rose wood paneled walls and dark stained old oak flooring full of cracks and half hammered in nails as if no one has come in to take care of the room in many years. Across the hall lays a single heavy but plain Redwood door with a simple door knob on the left.

A warm light leaks from under the door, with the muted sounds of something within.

As Marie get's closer to the next doorway her heart will begin to race with anxiety because something deep inside her dares her.. begs her to open that door. All the while her conscious mind wants to reel back and take her body away from this place.

Seemingly on autopilot, Marie arrived at the place in her dream dressed warmly for the December weather and for a moment just stared at the door as conflicting emotions played inside her before reaching her hand out to test the door before it opened for her "OK, now that's interesting to be sure" she looked around a moment before stepping inside before mumbling an old adage "Fools go where Angels dare to tread it seems... Hello? Anyone here?" she wanted to kick herself in the shin for being so stupid but what was said was said.

Her sneakers making little noise as she walked along the small hallway to stand in front of the door a moment before knocking on it out of habit, and anticipated fear.

A deep and friendly but distracted male voice comes from the other side of the door

"Please come in.. The door is unlocked"

When the door is opened for her, Marie will be greeted with warmly lit two and half story library filled with floor to ceiling with an eclectic collection of books and items from every era and region from human history. Room it self is a thirty six thousand cubic foot oval, the wood shelving all golden stained oak. Twelve feet above her is an Iron cat-walk that runs the whole length of the room. The man that opened the door walks away a few feet before sitting down at a desk where a open clock sits. The clocks gears are made of Wood and Emerald and the hand of cold iron. As Marie looks at the silhouette of the man she can see that he looks somewhat familiar, the man motions with a hand to a seat across from the table

Matter of fact tone with out looking up, tinkering with the clock "Please Sit, I am glad you made it here"

The chair is made of soft leather and very comfortable swallowing her

'Please... there are things you need to see before you ask anything'
Zev spins the clock so it faces the young woman. At the moment it is a static paper weight.

Taking a wooden box from the floor next to him he sits it gently on the table so he can open it. his face stoic as he opens the box taking out a small glass bottle of Perfume, a very thing glass rod and a single small smooth oval stone made of Jade.

Each half is of a different color. One side violet and the other crimson as if two different rocks were shoved together to make a single perfect one.

Zev holds it to her to touch

"You are wondering why you are here... What called you here. It is this Stone... holds up a hand please no questions yet.

If she touches the stone it will feel cool on the crimson side and warm on the violet, the whole object lightly electric and alive, pushing a feeling of rightness and comfort with it as if the item was a piece of her.

Zev takes the stone placing it into a spot in the clock the size of the object. The oval clicks into place and when touched it begins to spin, slowly at first before building up speed

Touching the clock "This is a Seer Clock, It will help you along the path"

He than pulls open the small glass bottle of perfume.. it's subtle and perfect scent can be almost felt from where she was. Zev places the glass rod into the bottle and pulls it out so the perfume would waft to her face.

When she takes a breath her whole world changes... the library begins to be replaced...

A feeling of pure calm and tranquility will roll over her like a tide

A soft glow of yellow light similar to that of an Autumn Sun blanketing her in an easy warmth

A perfect garden begins to grow around her, all manner of trees sprout flowers that begin to bloom and unfold before her filling the air with a mild but wondrous scent..

The greatest of all these is the rapturous cocoon of safety that envelopes her. A scent of her grandmother fills her surroundings, the touch like that of a parent on her body as if he is being held and a tingle on the cheek from a loving and caring kiss, lingers after the shock has gone.

Just as she begins to settle into this perfect world a clocks ticking hands can be heard and the dread stemming from the Dream's clock starts to creep up on her. The Ticking begins to get louder, each Tock filling the her perfect space until it is all she feels and hears.

-TOCK- Her vision goes black...

**OOC**
Will post soon, sorry for the delay been sidetracked

tpo Marie

Once she entered she was taken aback by the amount of books and literally -everything- in the room but for some reason felt intrigued as well.

Walking over she sat down in the seat offered as she took the stone offered to her yet somewhere in the back of her mind she questioned the reasons before her senses were assaulted by the things she observed.

Moments later she started to say -something- but then everything went black as she slumped in the chair the stone falling to the floor beside her.