paradisalost | Trust is one thing

Who: Elektra Natchios and you!
What: The castle turns Elektra's room into a reflection of her mind.
When: All throughout the plot!
Where: Elektra's headspace room
Rating: TBD/PG-13 for references to death, violence, and questionable parenting at any point in the log.
Notes Prose to start but, actionspam is welcome. Please specify day or else I'll assume it's after the first day. Everyone starts off at Matt's apartment unless they request otherwise. Just mention it in the subject line.

Sleep was never something that came easily to Elektra. She had seen enough in her life to have plenty to haunt to dreams. That was something she could keep safe within herself. No one ever had to see all those terrible things she bottled up inside. Elektra should have know it would never last. When she awakens, Elektra finds herself large bed in a gray, lifeless apartment with the only remarkable features being religious symbols scattered about, a pair of beat up red boxing gloves, and a large stereo; this is Matthew Murdock's apartment. The fire place is roaring and just above it a small statue of a man in woman about to embrace. Elektra takes in these details and looks about ready to lose her mind.

Before Elektra realizes it she's running. A door flies open to reveal woodland area with majestic mountains in the background. A section of the woods has been cleared out and clean wooden houses are scattered about. In the center of these houses is a stage with a rack to hold staffs. It's clearly a training area. The paths are made of dirt. Generally it's a beautiful, peaceful place. There's a door that leads to a far darker place however.

Within it is a beautiful, well kept mansion. Everything within it is polished wood, Greek architecture, and white walls. The furniture is covered in white sheets. It all seems beautiful until those sheets are suddenly covered in blood, bodies randomly appear on the floor, or suddenly there is no mansion at all; just water that seems deadset on choking the life out of whoever is in it...

This is where the true Elektra is trying to escape on the first day. Afterward, different incarnations (a little girl, a woman dressed in red with knives, and so on) are scattered throughout the three places to either help or hurt whoever comes within the room.

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Peter shook his head at the girl. He knew what this place was and although he hadn't come in on purpose, now that he was here he wasn't going to just leave.

"I'm not leaving until I see her," he insisted. He focused his thoughts on Elektra, knowing that he would pop up wherever she was in this place. Or at least, that was how it worked when he went inside Sylar's head.

The girl holds out her hand as if she realizing what he intends to do. "Wait-" And she's gone. In fact, Matt's entire apartment is gone. It's replaced by a woodland area with houses in the middle of it and a stage area for training. Peter should find himself within one of the houses. Elektra is there on a simple twin sized bed in her pajamas (a tank top and gym pants) talking to a blind man in a white sweater; Peter may recognize him as Matt.

Elektra turns her head to Peter, clearly confused. "Peter?" The second she turns her head to face him, Matt is gone.

Peter so far assumed he had somehow accidentally tapped into Elektra's mind. And having done it once before, he knew he couldn't just walk back out the door he used to come in. So of course he had to seek out Elektra herself.

"Elektra. I'm sorry, I didn't come in on purpose. But now we need to get out." He held out a hand for her. "Come with me. I'll help you."

"It's okay." Elektra glances at his hand for a second. She's a little paranoid after being in here so long. Whether if it was for her safety or his, Elektra couldn't be entirely sure. After all, who was to say this was the real Peter or an imaginary one? She just finished speaking to Matt.

Carefully she says without taking her eyes off his hand, "I don't think that's a good idea. If this is really Peter, you'll only get into trouble hanging around me here. I don't want that."

"It's really me," Peter confirmed. He didn't get offended, since Sylar thought he was an illusion at first, too. "And I'm not leaving you alone here. This is all just in your head, Elektra. But I can get you out."

He hadn't realized yet that this was just a trick of the castle. Maybe because his telepathy and empathy were working against him, but so far to him it really did seem like he was in Elektra's mind.

Hesitantly she reaches out and takes his hand. For a moment Elektra just appreciates the fact that he is solid before meeting his eyes. For once Elektra seems uncertain. "I hope you're right." Because she didn't want to deal with the alternative. There was more beyond this place that even gave her pause. She didn't want to subject her friends to it.

This would be different. Peter truly wanted her out; there would be no walls to trap them in. He took Elektra by the hand and started guiding her along. He pictured a door opening out into the hallway of the castle.

If they were in her head as he thought, then he as a telepath could control some things. He could even create an exit even if one didn't exist before.

"You have to want to get out," he told her. "Otherwise this isn't going to work."

Elektra allowed herself to guided. At what he said, she glances at him with a small frown on her face.

"I want to get out," She explains as if this should be obvious. Though really considering the fact she was talking to a figment it probably wasn't obvious at all. "It doesn't want me to leave."

"Keep thinking that and you'll never get out," Peter told her with a shake of his head. He probably sounded harsh but he couldn't help it. He dealt with all of this before and wasn't in the mood to let his friend be trapped for years.

"This is all in your head, Elektra. You have the power to get out, or you can just make the cage stronger."

Elektra exhaled loudly. She knew he was right. Considering his ability he must be an expert on these things. Aside from that, it made sense. She was in control here. If she'd stop letting the exposure shake her things would be okay.

"I'm ready. Do it."

He nodded and continued guiding her forward. He was looking for anything that could be conceivably used as an exit. An opening in a cave, maybe. Or a door that would appear in the middle of nowhere. Being inside a person's mind, anything was possible.

He would find it in the form of a door. Unlike the others in the woodland area it was pure white verus uncolored wood. Elektra catches the difference right away. "Did you do that?"

Peter wasn't expecting an actual door to appear, but if it got them out, it was good enough. He approached the door, touching it just to make sure it was solid.

"I guess I did," he answered with a thoughtful frown. "I told you I was getting you out of here."

"Right." She glances at him. "Look I'm sorry. Just being here... it throws me off." Elektra turns her attention to the door. "Alright. Let's go." She goes to step through confident that Peter is joining her.

"It's okay," Peter assured her. "I understand." And that was definitely the truth. He followed Elektra through the door, relieved at how much easier this was the second time around.

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