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Imojen:
Imojen listened carefully to Michael and Nick's conversation. "So, 'The Book of Gathering Terrors' or something like that?" Imojen mused. Though she didn't know Latin, she recognized a few words, or their derivations into English.
"I don't think I am a character miss! I am quite a bit younger thought!" Ben said.
"I guess, the form are random, though, maybe it's more that we just embody the ideal horror movie form.... I guess we try to get the other four awake.... and then..." Nick replied.
"Maybe it's not characters, so much as the tropes they embody," Imojen said. "So, here I'm Jo Harvelle, from Supernatural. We look different, but our body types are close enough, and the letters of her first name are reversed in the middle of mine. Her horror trope is the Monster Hunter, like Van Helsing in Dracula. Maybe your younger self embodies a horror trope the egregore of the Book wanted to include, so it didn't need to overlay you with a Hollywood representation. Like the Nice Guy or the Hero or something like that?"
Imojen followed everyone else's eyes as they were drawn to the looming presence of a nearby cabin. Moonlight hinted at its features in glosses of silver and sharp shadow, while trees shaded it in jagged slashes that cut across its craggy clapboard and shingles. Imojen tilted her head with curiosity. Was that there before and no one noticed, or did it just get added to the scenario? she thought.
" Go to the cabin in the woods...... sure....."
"And don't you worry, we got plenny of experience with cabins in the woods. Whut? It's true... I just wish Allison was here."
This came from one of a pair of guys who, if she had to slot them into a horror trope, would be Scary Rednecks, like the ones in Deliverance or Southern Comfort. Supernatural also had an episode playing on that trope, with Sam and Dean left shocked that they'd been fighting ordinary human beings instead of the paranormal monsters they usually faced. But these two were likeable rather than scary; they even looked familiar, though Imojen could not place them at the moment.
"Wait--before we go traipsing off to The Cabin In The Woods, we should try to learn all we can, and have a strategy. I saw this horror movie once, about a couple that had car trouble, and they got stuck staying at this old roadside motel where the people running it were psycho killers who filmed themselves killing people in the motel. Something one of the killers said stuck with me: 'They think their rooms will protect them.' But they didn't, because the rooms were all rigged with secret entrances and stuff so the killers could slip in once the victims locked themselves inside, and they had cameras watching everything. So...if we do go to the cabin, we should think of it as a dungeon crawl, rather than a shelter.
"But first," she said, turning to Michael, "do you remember if there were any passages in the Book written in Latin?" Now that it had abducted them into...whatever this was, she was definitely thinking of it with a capital B. "I wouldn't expect you'd remember the passages if you can't even remember the plot, but any names in a Latin passage might be helpful. Especially if you say the words under your breath when you read. Do you remember what sub-genre of horror it was? Slasher type, supernatural, psychological, that sort of thing?"
Then she turned to Nick. "Do you know anything about the script your father was working on? Was there a cabin like that in it, or in the Book itself?"
Imojen listened carefully to Michael and Nick's conversation. "So, 'The Book of Gathering Terrors' or something like that?" Imojen mused. Though she didn't know Latin, she recognized a few words, or their derivations into English.
"I don't think I am a character miss! I am quite a bit younger thought!" Ben said.
"I guess, the form are random, though, maybe it's more that we just embody the ideal horror movie form.... I guess we try to get the other four awake.... and then..." Nick replied.
"Maybe it's not characters, so much as the tropes they embody," Imojen said. "So, here I'm Jo Harvelle, from Supernatural. We look different, but our body types are close enough, and the letters of her first name are reversed in the middle of mine. Her horror trope is the Monster Hunter, like Van Helsing in Dracula. Maybe your younger self embodies a horror trope the egregore of the Book wanted to include, so it didn't need to overlay you with a Hollywood representation. Like the Nice Guy or the Hero or something like that?"
Imojen followed everyone else's eyes as they were drawn to the looming presence of a nearby cabin. Moonlight hinted at its features in glosses of silver and sharp shadow, while trees shaded it in jagged slashes that cut across its craggy clapboard and shingles. Imojen tilted her head with curiosity. Was that there before and no one noticed, or did it just get added to the scenario? she thought.
" Go to the cabin in the woods...... sure....."
"And don't you worry, we got plenny of experience with cabins in the woods. Whut? It's true... I just wish Allison was here."
This came from one of a pair of guys who, if she had to slot them into a horror trope, would be Scary Rednecks, like the ones in Deliverance or Southern Comfort. Supernatural also had an episode playing on that trope, with Sam and Dean left shocked that they'd been fighting ordinary human beings instead of the paranormal monsters they usually faced. But these two were likeable rather than scary; they even looked familiar, though Imojen could not place them at the moment.
"Wait--before we go traipsing off to The Cabin In The Woods, we should try to learn all we can, and have a strategy. I saw this horror movie once, about a couple that had car trouble, and they got stuck staying at this old roadside motel where the people running it were psycho killers who filmed themselves killing people in the motel. Something one of the killers said stuck with me: 'They think their rooms will protect them.' But they didn't, because the rooms were all rigged with secret entrances and stuff so the killers could slip in once the victims locked themselves inside, and they had cameras watching everything. So...if we do go to the cabin, we should think of it as a dungeon crawl, rather than a shelter.
"But first," she said, turning to Michael, "do you remember if there were any passages in the Book written in Latin?" Now that it had abducted them into...whatever this was, she was definitely thinking of it with a capital B. "I wouldn't expect you'd remember the passages if you can't even remember the plot, but any names in a Latin passage might be helpful. Especially if you say the words under your breath when you read. Do you remember what sub-genre of horror it was? Slasher type, supernatural, psychological, that sort of thing?"
Then she turned to Nick. "Do you know anything about the script your father was working on? Was there a cabin like that in it, or in the Book itself?"