☇ 001 | You know in your heart it's all about soul

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

[ When Brenda had taken hold of the door to the interview room, pulled it open and stepped inside, the deputy chief expected to see Gabriel seated across from Topper Barnes, the mystery man that quite suddenly appeared to back up her suspect's alibi.

This, of course, was a big, fat lie.

Because instead of the familiar settings of the LA County Police Department this blond haired woman was suddenly standing in the middle of the Plane with the most flabbergasted expression known to mankind. And this woman was always good at expressing her emotions without any restrictions. For the first moment she just... stands there, gaping before looking behind her. Then with a ceremonial thump of her bag dropping to the ground-- ]

What the hell is goin' on 'round 'ere?!

[ Surprised Brenda is clearly surprised. ]

Comments

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[And despite this dramatic display, Ianto remains completely unfazed.]

You've discovered the Astral Plane, apparently.

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

[Brenda, on the other hand, looks to him with her stupefied expression.]

The what now?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

The Astral Plane. First time here, I take it?

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

The Astral Plane? What on earth is that?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

A sort of nexus between realities. You can get back to your own, though, so I wouldn't worry too much.

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

... this sounds like something Tao would understand better than me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, you don't really have to understand it. I don't think any of us do really. Not properly.

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

[Still trying to make sense of this.] So, wait-- you said I can get back. How?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Just think about it. Same for if you want to get back here. No time will have passed in your own reality, when you do decide to go back.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

Guessin' you ain't been around here before, huh?

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

[Looking down to see the feline, she just stares for a moment. And then another. Finally, she just points, bluntly stating--] You're... talkin'.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

What did you think I was gonna do. Sing?

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

You're ... a talkin' .... cat.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

And you ain't exactly accustomed to that. I know, hon.

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

... Stress. That's it-- the unbelievable amount of stress of this case has finally gotten to my head.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

Stress usually make you see talkin' cats?

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

Stress usually gives me a headache and I definitely feel one comin' on. [Massaging the side of her head.] What I wouldn' give for a glass of Merlot right 'bout now.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Laughs, and starts trotting off.] Well, there ain't a bar here for nothin'. Come on, hon.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

[Graverobber is using a metal garbage can as a chair.]

Something bizarre.

[c-onfess.livejournal.com]

[She had crouched down to pick up her bag and gather up the things that spilled from within it.]

Well, yes that much is obvious enough!