01 - Welcome to Alpha 9

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[She hesitates, glancing around, immobile, taking in the details before she pulls her gun and thumbs the safety off, pointing it at the... invisible floor. Right. She checks her head for cuts, makes sure she's dressed. Not one of those dreams at least.] I must have... I fell asleep at my desk. It figures, Creegan. It figures I can't even get away from you in a dream--of course not. You could at least be naked.

[he's not looking at her, taking in the endless stars and, well, lack of floor] Ooh, sexual harassment. I'm telling on you to Hank. Don't think this is a dream. Don't think this is your dream. Might be my dream. How come you get to be the real one anyway?

[he starts wandering away] So whaddaya think? Alpha 9?

[Her shoulders sag and he throws her head back as though praying for patience from some distant power.] Oh god. Don't even--just don't. This is not reality. This is not real. Reality is you stripping in the middle of a crowded airplane while reciting William Blake. This is--I don't know what this is, but it isn't that.

[casually] Alright, well if it's not reality, what is it? You're here, I'm here. Mass hallucination? I've had hallucinations and this...this doesn't feel right. And don't you think you're focusing a bit too much on me being naked? If this is your dream Mr. Freud is probably patting himself on the back somewhere.

[Exasperation. Way to familiar and comfortable a feeling where he's concerned to be a dream.] Well when you're half-dressed or, or not every other time I see you it's sort of hard not to make it a.. a focal-- where are you going, Creegan.

[Over his shoulder,] I’m investigating! It’s what I do.

Okay. Fine. Not a hallucination--I'll take your word on that. [She rubs her face.] If this is how Cyril feels every time he wakes up... [She shakes her head and stares out at the plane. And the... 1930s theater, forest, and coliseum that fall one by one into her field of vision.] Remind me to buy him a coffee or something next time I see him.



[[MAJOR THREADHOPPING WILL HAPPEN, LOLS. Branca will be on Creegan's ass the minute they start meeting people. JUST A WARNING.]]

Comments

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Wete you hoping for someone?

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

Well, it would be nice if I could bring the girls here. They'd love this.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I've seen it done with objects, still not sure if you can bring people here.

No harm in trying though.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

True! Next time I see them, then.

Anything else I should know about this place?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

If you die here, you'll be brought back to life by the Twins. Whatever they do though, it turns your blood black, and who knows what else.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

[And that, more than anything else, gets to him.]

They what?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

They bring people back to life. Not sure how they do it, but it happens every time someone dies.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

They bring people back to life, just like that. Like flicking a switch. That's what you're telling me?

And exactly how often does someone die around here?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Just like that.

Things happen', people die. Sometimes because of something that happened here, sometimes because of something that happened in their own realities.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

That's...that's ridiculous. No one should have that kind of power.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

No one should be able to undo immortality, or transform someone's reality into Hell'a Gate, or manippulate your mind's input until you almost go crazy.

That hasn't stopped them.

[allthesethrees.livejournal.com]

Well why hasn't anyone done anything about it?