ashtreelane: (walls)
[personal profile] ashtreelane
Here, there is no light.

Here, there is no color to the walls or floor: just a uniform, ashy black.

Here, there is nothing -- no proof of what has come before, no prediction of what may come after.

There's only the darkness, the cold, and the long hallway stretching ahead.

Date: 2006-11-03 03:44 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (she's dead -- wrapped in plastic)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
Cooper keeps his voice down, and his head up, and his eyes closed.

(The better to hear you with, my dear.)

"Hello?"

Date: 2006-11-03 03:53 am (UTC)
ladyfirestarter: (in the dark)
From: [personal profile] ladyfirestarter
(kid?)

Her voice isn't sharp, but it's with deliberate effort. "Who's there?"

Date: 2006-11-03 03:56 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (:O)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
She's not that far away, if he's able to go by acoustics, but --

He doesn't move. Not yet. "Special Agent Dale Cooper, FBI." A little louder than before, and he listens in, closely.

...that's odd.

Date: 2006-11-03 04:05 am (UTC)
ladyfirestarter: (in the dark)
From: [personal profile] ladyfirestarter






"What is this place?"

Date: 2006-11-03 04:16 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (the map is not the territory)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
It's cold, whatever it is. And dark.

Cooper opens his eyes.

And finds he's more comfortable with them shut.

(The sense of yawing emptiness is more manageable that way -- thank you, years of meditation.)

"I don't know."

Date: 2006-11-03 04:41 am (UTC)
watching_you: (Darkness)
From: [personal profile] watching_you
There's sounds: sneakers on the ashy floor, stumbling, the soft thud of someone walking into a wall. And here's a scirtch-scratch, fingers searching the surface, quiet movements of the air as arms take measure of the space.

Veronica speaks, beneath her breath. "What the hell?"

Date: 2006-11-03 04:50 am (UTC)
ladyfirestarter: (in the dark)
From: [personal profile] ladyfirestarter
One hand brushing the wall, one held out in front of her face, Charlie takes a step forward.

"Where are you? I'm over here --"

Date: 2006-11-03 05:00 am (UTC)
watching_you: (Bad news)
From: [personal profile] watching_you
"Here -" Veronica replies, instinctively.

It occurs to her that there are reasons why one should not trust strangers in the unknown dark, but it also likely a bit late for that. She moves towards the voice with hesitant movements, one hand always touching the wall.

"Who's there?"

Date: 2006-11-03 05:10 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (fidelity -- bravery -- integrity)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
"Dale Cooper."

One step in the direction of the voices.

"Who are you two?"

Date: 2006-11-03 05:13 am (UTC)
ladyfirestarter: (in the dark)
From: [personal profile] ladyfirestarter
(make them let me out, kid)
"Charlie McGee."

Date: 2006-11-03 05:17 am (UTC)
watching_you: (Investigating)
From: [personal profile] watching_you
"Veronica Mars."

Unfamiliar names, in an unfamiliar place.

"Did you guys just get here, too?"

Date: 2006-11-05 03:45 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (books)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
If there was an answer coming, it's interrupted by what, in the heavy, hollow silence of the darkness, must seem like a wall of sound - and a sudden, blinding glare of light.

A door has opened in the wall, just a little way off, and a figure, backlit and black against the lamplight and chatter of Milliways, checks over its shoulder and ducks hurriedly inside - and closes the door behind itself.





"Oh, I'm sorry," comes a new voice, a few moments later.

British accent, male.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

Date: 2006-11-05 04:21 am (UTC)
watching_you: (You think you're soooo clever)
From: [personal profile] watching_you
If Veronica's reply comes across as pained, it's probably because she feels like she just stared into the sun.

"Heck yeah, we were in the middle of a great satanic orgy here. What else is there to do in a pitch-black hallway?"

Snappish, "Is that door behind you unlocked?"

Date: 2006-11-05 04:32 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (somebody has to cut a bitch)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
Even with his eyes closed -- Cooper can tell that there was light of some kind.

But -- he knows that voice. He can't place it this quickly, he's still disoriented, but --

Veronica (the voice calling herself 'Veronica', anyhow) asked the right question.

Date: 2006-11-05 04:42 am (UTC)
ladyfirestarter: (in the dark)
From: [personal profile] ladyfirestarter
Charlie started for the door half a second after it opened, kept moving when it closed, hoping --

No good. She pulls to a stop just short of actually knocking into the newcomer.

"It's gone." Flat, frustrated. A little frightened.

Date: 2006-11-05 04:54 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (oh no I'm fine really)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"It's not - " irritated, " - what d'you mean, it's - "


There's a long
long
silence.


And something colder than the freezing air settles its grip around Crowley's stomach as, his hand sliding under his jacket, he realises that the door isn't the only thing missing.


Sharp, and uneasy, as (demons can see in the dark) he takes in their surroundings:

"What's going on."

Date: 2006-11-05 05:05 am (UTC)
watching_you: (V explains it to you)
From: [personal profile] watching_you
Great. Door's gone.

And as dark as it is, Veronica can still see spots of light twisting through her vision, afterimage stars that have imprinted themselves onto her eyes. She presses her palms against her eyelids, sighing, her frustration growing.

"What part of 'satanic orgies' didn't you understand?"

Date: 2006-11-05 05:11 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (i've got a theory)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
-- satanic orgies --

"...Crowley."

Cooper's eyes open. He still can't see anything.

"Anthony Crowley. You're a demon. And we played cards, when Moiraine was -- not herself. Moiraine knows you. Which means -- "

"We all came here from Milliways, didn't we."

Date: 2006-11-05 05:15 am (UTC)
ladyfirestarter: (in the dark)
From: [personal profile] ladyfirestarter
"That's where I was until about a minute ago."

Charlie's got one hand on the wall again, running her fingers over where the door was -- or at least where she thinks she remembers it being; it's impossible to tell now.

"...does anyone have a light? Or, or something to use as a torch?"

Date: 2006-11-05 05:25 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (oh no I'm fine really)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"I can see," Crowley volunteers, unhelpfully.

Then he snaps his fingers and -

Then he snaps his fingers and -

Then he -

After the third time the tiny spark fizzles out on his palm, Crowley speaks again, voice a little thin.

"...I've got nothing."

Date: 2006-11-05 05:30 am (UTC)
ladyfirestarter: (firestarter)
From: [personal profile] ladyfirestarter
They could all see the sparks, too tiny to illuminate anything more than the hand curled around them, still the brightest thing in the darkness.

Charlie stares at where the sparks appeared and vanished, with a rising unease.

Date: 2006-11-05 05:49 am (UTC)
watching_you: (This will end badly)
From: [personal profile] watching_you
Veronica seems the only person inclined to ask, "You're a demon?" so she lets it be.

Sparks, fledgling fire, and then nothing. Veronica reaches absently for her side, only to realize that she'd left her shoulder bag back in the bar, and with it her penlight, her stun gun, her cell phone - everything. Just a girl with a brain, now.

To Crowley: "You said you can see?"

Date: 2006-11-05 06:02 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (stressed)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Yeah, I can - "

He realises, halfway through waving his hand vaguely, that nobody else can see him doing it, but that doesn't stop the nervous gesture.

"It's a demon thing. Not that there's much to see. Walls, floor, ceiling. Corridor, not a room, but I can't see any corners."

He shoves his hands into his pockets, then, and tries not to think about what else he can't do.

"No fucking thermostat, either."

Date: 2006-11-05 06:05 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (the map is not the territory)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
"Should we try exploring?"

His voice seems overloud, to him; Cooper shakes off the feeling.

"See if we can find another door?"

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