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Thread: Legacy of the Witch House (TheCorsair and Xanaphia)

Well, like so many who are imprisoned for their beliefs or their discoveries, I imagine she was seeking some way preserve her findings. Or filling the time in her jail, in an attempt to keep her sanity and her mind sharp. Marta brushed her hair back behind her ear and it was then she realized just how much time had passed in Dr. Ahns enthralling presence. The restaurant had been busy when she arrived, but by now the crowd had dwindled, and employees were cleaning tables and sweeping the floor, in preparation to close. Are you two ready for the check? the cheerfully patient waitress asked, clearing the empty bottles and plates away. After an embarrassed nod, she placed the bill on the table and took away the dishes. Marta pulled two crisp twenties from her wallet, which would cover her part of the bill and leave a substantial tip. Shed worked a similar job to put herself through school, and she still remembered how tough it could be. Plus, they were among the last patrons to leave, so it was the least she could do. I have more records for her back at my place if you want to join me. The words came out so quickly, too quickly for her to pull them back before he understood. It didnt give her nearly enough time to prepare herself for a possible rejection, or a mention of a significant other waiting at home for him. But, to her surprise and delight, he agreed, and after a moment of exchanging contact info with the requisite, please, call me Marta and her address, they got into their respective cars and drove to her place. Martas upscale apartment opened into the combined living room kitchenette dining area, with a hallway toward the back of the room leading the bedroom and bathroom. A large bookcase dominated the west wall, filled with books, and overflowing onto the large desk fitted into the north-west corner of the room. Surrealist artwork decorated the walls, most prominently Martas favorite, a print of Frieda Kahlos What the Water Gave Me . Marta motioned towards the couch that sat in the middle of the living area, Make yourself comfortable, please. Meanwhile, she searched through the books on her desk, rearranging several before finding the one she was looking for. I didnt copy the last diagram because it was unfinished, or I think it was unfinished. It doesnt seem to fit the recurring patterns of the other ones. She opened the book to the page with the diagram and took a seat beside Peter so see what he could make of it.
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The realization of how long theyd been at Greens came as a shock, as did the same navigation back to Dr. Rebelo-Perez house. Hed hoped she had more data, but he hadnt quite expected that. Id love to, he said hurriedly, handing Marie two twenties. And then, worrying that hed sounded too eager, he busied himself packing his laptop away before digging out his phone and exchanging addresses and numbers. He spent the walk back to his car, and then the drive to Martas apartment, thinking. Why would a 17th century woman know how to develop these equations? They were the results of centuries of work by hundreds of people. Why on a prison wall? What would Marta look like naked?. That last one was haunted him as she let him into her apartment, and he tried hard to brush it aside. Make yourself comfortable, please, she invited, gesturing towards her couch. He took a seat and pulled his laptop out, starting it up as she searched through her books. I didnt copy the last diagram because it was unfinished, or I think it was unfinished. It doesnt seem to fit the recurring patterns of the other ones. He looked at it, curious. Could be... anything, he admitted. Except that its got some of the same symbols. You say it was unfinished? When she nodded, he scratched his head and laid it down. I was thinking, he said slowly, trying to articulate half-formed ideas. I dont think she was trying to, to preserve her work. There are easier ways than this to lay them out, if shed discovered all of this on her own. He picked up the paper again, stared at it. Even if she believed it was a mystical thing, this is a solution. It doesnt preserve anything, other than the fact you did it. A nagging thought struck him, one that prompted a question without knowing where it was going. These were on her cell wall? Do you have any photos, or... well, anything that shows where they were in relation to each other?
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Marta considered Peters suggestion, re-reading the section about Goode Brown in the book. Do you think maybe she was still trying to solve the equation in her cell, perhaps? That, even then after shed been convicted of witchcraft, and awaited her death sentence, she wanted to solve this problem? Marta relaxed into the cushion, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. Its justthe understanding of the universe during this time is so far removed from what we understand now. Like I mentioned before, the idea that the Earth revolves around the sun, and not the other way around, was a controversial idea in this time period. None of this seems possible, given the scientific context of the era. And yet, despite all the reasons she gave for why this couldnt happen, the diagrams and numbers from Goode Browns notes proved it had, somehow. The conflict between what the facts of history suggested should be true, and what the evidence otherwise proved, intrigued and disturbed Marta. She needed to reconcile the contradictory facts, and sought further answers in the book that created these inconsistencies in the first place. Her shoulder brushed against his, when she leaned in, and he didnt move away, so neither did she. God, his warmth felt nice, leading to thoughts about how he might feel up against her. Perhaps pinned between his body and the wall, while they kissed hungrily. Fuck, she wanted to kiss him. Instead she cleared her throat, and tried to clear her mind. It seems she disappeared on the day of her execution., which explains why I couldnt find the record of her execution. The puritans were nothing if not methodical record keepers. When officials arrived the morning of her execution, her cell was found empty. This, she pointed to one of the diagrams, moving it away from the rest, was the first they discovered, on the floor of her cell. Beside it was She examined the diagrams, and referenced the book, finally picking another out and placing it beside the first. The record went into detail about the sticky crimson substance used to create the symbols, which she skimmed over until she read more depictions of the symbols. Okay, so this one was on the west wall of her cell, explained, moving another diagram to approximate the scene illustrated in the book, and this one was on the east. With a shrug, she turned towards Peter again, captivated by the fire in his eyes as he traced invisible lines between the patterns. Again, the temptation to kiss him returned, but she restrained herself. Does this illuminate anything for you?
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Marta found the book she was looking for and sat next to him. Right next to him, their legs touching, her arm brushing against his as she turned pages. God, she felt good touching him. He wanted to pull her into his lap, feel those legs straddling him, taste her skin as he... wait? What? What had happened - what hadnt happened - to Goode Brown? She... was gone? Somehow, he wasnt surprised. It fit too well with his mad idea about what she might have been trying to do. But even now, he couldnt bring himself to articulate that idea - even to himself. It was too crazy. Did... did she have friends? People who would have helped her? He doubted it. History wasnt his strong suit, but he remembered reading about the witch trials. The accused rarely had friends, especially once theyd been convicted. Marta shifted, her leg sliding against his as she moved papers around to arrange the diagrams. Okay, so this one was on the west wall of her cell, explained, moving another diagram to approximate the scene illustrated in the book, and this one was on the east. She turned to look at him, a curious intensity in her gaze. Does this illuminate anything for you? Maybe, he said doubtfully, looking at the arrangement of the papers. Then he gestured at the book. May I . She handed it over and he read the descriptions. They were vague, except for the loving details that went into describing how the circles had been inked in blood. But he gleaned a little more. The cell was a timber room about two paces square. Hm... he mused aloud. Call a pace thirty inches? So, about sixty inches square. Leaning forward, his arm tingling as he brushed against Marta, he opened a program on his laptop and began typing. She disappeared, you say? Chewing on his lip, he began hammering out a program. Each rendering is a representation of a particular point in spacetime, as seen from a hypothetical outside, he said Ashe typed, trying to justify himself. But in a limited way. Like how a picture is two-dimensional but tricks you into seeing depth. The program wasnt all that complex, being merely an extension of the rendering program he was already using. I think, maybe, she was trying... to create a, a stereoptic image of a place? Saying it out loud sounded as crazy as he thought it would. I think... I think she was hoping... to, somehow, make an Einstein-Rosen bridge.
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Wait, you arent serious, right? Marta stopped, holding up a hand. Peter was a scientist. Hed given her no reason to believe he wasnt a logical person before that moment. And yet, hearing those words come from his mouth was as disconcerting as watching the History channel disseminate conspiracy theories about aliens. Puritans may have been strict and moralizing, but I really think the simpler explanation is that she tricked or convinced her guard to let her go. Then, to save face, he perpetuates the fiction that she disappeared with her magic. Shes already been convicted of witchcraft, and even left these illustrations which support his bullshit story. But Peter was focused on his laptop, and Martas curiosity got the better of her. So she over his shoulder, watching him recreate Goode Browns cell and her designs within the three-dimensional space. He rotated the image in the program, lining up the two circles on opposite walls, to look through both at once, and Marta swore it looked as if there were something beyond the circles. A place, instead of recurring geometric patterns. No, that cant be right. She took off her glasses, wiping the lens in hopes of removing the smudge that had to be responsible for the change in perspective. But her lights flickered, before cutting out completely. They sat in the darkness of her living room, illuminated solely by the laptops backlight for 3 seconds, before power returned. Marta relaxed a bit, before glancing up at the center of her living, and seeingwell, something there. A manifestation of the image Peter had manipulated on his laptop. It guttered unnaturally, between purple to black to green. Her heart pounded, adrenaline firing upon her nerves to flee, but she sat very still, instead clinging to Peters arm. What the fuck? Last edited Aug 27, 2018
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The program ran, rendering each of the circles in turn from the data Marta had provided. It took time, slowing his computer as the untested extension code struggled to juggle the complex calculations required to plot all three calculations with a virtual spatial relationship. And then, it was over. Nothing happened. I dont know what I was expecting, he said, laughing nervously as he rotated the image. I think youre right. She just found a way to.... The images aligned, and something clicked into place. He stared, blinking rapidly as he tried to work out what he was seeing. The lights died, leaving the living room illuminated by the blackish glow of his monitor. Pete found himself holding his breat, tense against his own nerves. Finally, an eternity that was mere seconds long, they came back on. Well, he said, exhaling. This was... Marta gripped his arm, nails biting into his bicep. What the fuck? she breathed, voice tense. He looked up. A replica of the combined image hung above the coffee table, directly above his laptop, pulsing black and dark gold and dark green like a bruise or n the air. Fuck... he agreed, before his curiosity kicked in. Dragging out his phone, he fired up the camera and started recording. Its, he started, licking suddenly dry lips. Its, I dont know. An Einstein-Risen bridge, I think. A wormhole. He set the camera in the table, bracing it with a book so he could get a reasonable view of the two of them and if the anomalous thing in the air. Its a rough circle, or sphere, about a meter in diameter. A faint breeze stirred the air if the apartment, moving towards the pulsing orb. It seems to be sucking air into it, but slowly. That suggests lower pressure on the other side, but not much. Unless, unless the wormhole serves as a barrier? Rising slowly, he examined it closely. Through the hole, he could see stars - glittering diamond bright smears and points. As the hole pulsed, he could make out a droning, humming whistle , accompanied by a thin whining sound on the edge of perception. The pitch changed randomly, achingly tune-like But never finding a tune. This... cant be... he murmured, staring deeper, he could just make out something else. A shapeless shape , twisting and writhing slowly, almost in harmony with the eerie tuneless not-music. What... am I looking at?
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Peter began examining the well, she supposed wormhole was the best word for it, dictating details as if it were just another finding, and not a complete warping of reality before them. Marta sat a moment longer, awestruck by pulsing distortion. Finally, she joined him in standing, still leaning in close enough their bodies touched. The circulation of air towards the wormhole wasnt forceful, but still it seemed to chill the room, drawing in the heat as well. Or, perhaps it was just her, her harried breathing becoming shivers on her skin. Mustering up her courage and curiosity, she peered into portal. The figure writhed, its outline fluid and everchanging. Each second she thought she had a handle on its appearance it shifted, unknowable and completely alien. It possessed what resembled eyes, vacillating between one and three and five and twenty. The imprint of dozens of familiar animals shuffled on its form, from an octopus to a bat to a frog, never retaining any shape longer enough to leave more than an impression. Even its color rippled, a sickening spectrum of visible light that left her slightly nauseous. There was but one fact she could determine definitively. It was getting closer. Make it can you make it stop? she murmured, pleaded, dread pooling in her gut. She was half hiding behind Pete, chest pressed into his back. She wanted to turn away, to look away, to close her eyes, but her fear wouldnt let her, wouldnt allow her to lose sight of the monstrosity within the wormhole. Please.
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Martas presence was a blast furnace in the chilling air of the living room, both a welcome and an annoying distraction as he examined the anomaly before him. Theres no way to gauge distances from here, he remarked, speaking to Marta and the camera both. And that mass out there... Ive never seen anything like it. Was it drawing closer? Was it growing larger? He couldnt tell, not really. It just pulsed and throbbed and whirled, outlines changing as it went, casting out streamers and reabsirbing them. Smaller screen bjects, things he could barely make out as suggestive pinpricks, whirled about it. He wanted to gibber and grovel before it, placating it. He wanted to observe it, Study it. There were secrets he could learn, things he could know, if he could understand it. It would destroy him, but he wanted to comprehend it. Make it can you make it stop? Marta whispered, pressed against him. The fear in her voice mirrored the terror churning in his own gut. And whatever it was, it was growing larger. Or closer. Please, she added. What had been the size of his thumbnail was the size of a softball now. Pete shivered, terrified that if it grew to fill the anomaly it would destroy them. I, I think so, he said, crouching to reach his laptop. His eyes remained locked on the writhing stellar mass, groping blindly over the keyboard. He found the power button, pushed it, then pushed it again to force restart it. The anomaly vanished with a little popping sound. Pete rose cautiously,, breathing hard and staring at the spot where it had been. It.... He waved his hand carefully through empty air. Its gone. The same hand combed through sweat matted hair. Holy shit ! he gasped, elation muxing with relief as the enormity if it all tried to sink in. He turned to Marta, hands shaking a little with adrenaline. That... that was.... She was right there, pressed up against him. I... We... we just... just... He couldnt have said who initiated it. One instant he was staring into her eyes, feeling her breath in his face. The next she was in his arms, his mouth hard and hungry on hers as her body strained against his. An overwhelming need to feel her around him, a primal instinct to seek life in the face of Bear death, washed over him and he pushed her down onto the couch. I want you, he gasped, fingers tearing at the buttons of her blouse. Now, he added, biting at her throat. Right now.
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The portal left an afterimage burned into Martas retina, still flickering after Peter turned off his laptop and closed the connection towell, where ever that was. Her breath caught as he waved his hand through the spot, touching nothing. It was gone. God, he felt good, and her mind reeled from what had just happened, and what shed seen. More than anything, she wanted distractions, wanted to push it out of her mind. Replace the horror with arousal and desire, finally acting on the attraction to Peter that was delightfully reciprocated. Maybe she was a little desperate for safety, for something familiar and comforting So she drank him in, his cologne and his taste, and thirsted for more. Her blouse opened and she peeled it off, craving his touch and savoring the heat of his hands cupping her breasts. Her skirt was too tight to spread herself for him, so she unzipped it and tugged it down as he opened his own pants. Her bra stayed oh, but her breasts slipped from the cups when he teased her nipples. She filled her hands with his shirt, yanking up over his head and away, and then traced invisible patterns on his skin, filling her mind with a model of his figure. Its been a while she admitted, back arched to offer his mouth more of her neck and her shoulders and her breasts. Been a while since Ive been with a man. She had trouble remembering the last guy she slept with, remembering anything before the portal and the kiss, and ultimately dismissed it. That didnt matter. Nothing mattered right now but the demanding sultry slickness between her thighs, aching to be filled. Need to be fucked senseless, until the last few minutes faded away. Her panties didnt come off, just shoved to one side. Enough room for what they needed now. The heels stayed on as well, scraping his calves as she spread herself for him. The resistance of tight muscles became a liquid grip on his cock, fluid friction replacing the heat they wormhole had sucked away. Fuck she groaned, nails digging into his shoulder blades as she adjusted to his girth. Oh fuck.
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Her fingers scraped his skin as she tugged his shirt and T-shirt off, then dug into his back as he nipped and sucked at her throat. God, he gasped, grinding his dick against her satin-covered mound. You... taste so good... Its been a while she groaned, back arching as he kissed her breasts. Been a while since Ive been with a man. Me... me too... he replied, skimming his hands down her body. She was beneath him, her legs hooked around his, so he just tugged her panties to one side. His cock slid over her and her heels dug into his legs as she spread herself wider. Fuck, he said, eyes wide at the feel of her liquid heat swallowing his shaft. Oh... fuck... Her reply was the same murmured words as her nails dug into his back and her thighs gripped his, sliding and slipping on the slacks he still wore. This was insane, a rational part of his mind warned him. He was half-naked, fucking a colleague he barely knew. But he didnt care, not now. All he wanted was her body against his, two animals desperately seeking connection after staring into the unknown. His fingers dug into her firm rear and hooked her shoukder, pulling her tight against him as he began moving. He wanted to go slow, or he thought he did, but within moments he was driving himself as hard as he could into her cunt. His hands slipped from her body to grip the arm of the couch, gaining leverage to fuck himself harder still in her. The couch creaked in time with his movements, matching his grunts and the answering gasps she uttered. Cum, he growled, biting at her throat as his whole body flexed with the effort of fucking her. He released the arm of the chair, hands tangling in her hair and pulling her mouth to his. Cum on me, he demanded, fucking her mouth with his tongue. Cum on me.
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The position on the couch was awkward, with one of Martas legs propped by the back frame, and the other sliding onto the floor when she lost purchase on his legs. Which kept happening, because the slacks were smooth, and she didnt want to dig her heels into his thighs. Still, it didnt matter, her need overcoming her comfort. Each thrust pushed deeper into her, and pushed the memories deeper into her mind. Soon, Peter, and the pleasure he pounded into her, was all that remained. Delightfully sharp friction forced tight walls apart, demanding space within her. Even pain was a reminder she was alive, grounding her once more in reality. Perhaps the universe was a terrifying, empty place, but, at least for now, she wasnt alone. Peter Im so close. Marta ground against Peters hips, taking him even deeper when he bottomed out in her. Every inch of him filled her, completed her, driving anything else away. Nerves trembled, ecstasy replacing fear, and her slick grip upon him became relentless. Peter! she cried, rolling waves of passion consuming her mind and thighs. Arms clung to him, just as tight and smooth inner muscles and strong, sleek thighs, needing even more of him. Peter Her voice wavered, whimpered, rapture fading off into contentment. Finally, nirvana released her, and she released him in return, opening herself to his deep, almost desperate penetration. No more words passed her lips, just gasps and moans, offering all of herself to him, so long as he didnt stop. Anything, so long as she didnt have to be alone tonight.