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024 - 4th wall

[AUDIO - and this isn't Cooper speaking. It's a strange, stilted voice you don't recognise.]

You are heere an thereis no place to g o ... BUT HOME!!

[After that, have some laughter. Again, not Cooper.]

[ACTION ANYWHERE: A lot of you know Cooper, but none of you know exactly how bizarre his life actually is. If you run into him today - anywhere, because any one step in a 4th wall is a treacherous one - you might find him accompanied by a Little Man, clad entirely in red, with secretive eyes. He carries a ring. Coop looks ... troubled.]

[You might find yourself in a Red Room, actually. With the Little Man, the Ring, and perhaps other things. Cooper may or may not be there.]

[Or that might not happen at all. In which case just feel free to bother Coop with having your true form/powers back/your very presence. Nevermind the Little Man, he has no business with you.]

(ooc: might do some tagging with

reddrapes! the Red Room is basically a place that screws with your mind, so if you want me to mess with your characters just let me know. COME AT ME BROS)

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_{[Who knows?]

[But once parted, those curtains will reveal a room much like the corridor. Zig zag floors, drapes - no statue though, and two chairs. No, make that three.]

[There's no one in them, but there are a few tiny droplets of blood in the middle of the floor.]}

[he parts the curtains and pokes his head into the other room. and it is indeed almost identical to the other one, though significantly bigger. then he throws one last glance over his shoulder, before slipping through the opening]

[it's strange, this place, whatever it is; it appears to be empty, but still he can't help but feel like he's being watched]

_{[That's because he is. But it's not obvious, no telltale prickling sign in the back of his neck that'll tell him just WHERE the watcher might be, because here, the whole place is. The very walls are observing his every move. The floor is noting each and every step.]

[He can go up and to the right to get out of the room. Or back, of course, but he'll probably want to go forward.]}

[even though curious as to what the purpose of the chairs might be, he makes his way to the middle of the room, where he crouches down before-- is it... blood?]

[he smears some of the red liquid between his fingers, then groans-- why yes, it is indeed. he immediately gulps; surely this would mean that someone else has been in here as well?]

_{[Maybe. Maybe not. There's nothing to indicate exactly where those little droplets came from.]

[But except for those and the furniture the place is completely empty. Nothing moves - it's as if everything is waiting for something.]}

[no, there's not. and it bothers him.]

[he quickly wipes his hand on his coat -- but the blood doesn't come off; it appears that his palm, his old wounds, are bleeding. and suddenly, the blood on the floor is gone, like it was never there]

[he gasps softly]

_{[So maybe picking at the blood hadn't been such a good idea...]

[And that's when the lights start flashing. The white-blue lights that go on and off, on and off in a rapic succession and makes the red of the drapes look like a cold ominous purple.]

[The blood is warm in his hands, but there is very little pain, if any at all.]}

[instantly alarmed -- and though he wouldn't like to admit it, reminded of his previous encounters with the horseman -- he gets up from the floor. then he starts running. an all too familiar scenario]

[what the hell is going on?]

_{[That's a question he'll probably continue to ask himself - but the moment he gets back into the corridor (yes, the very same corridor), the bright flashes will end. They belong to that room, not this little hallway.]

[The statue is still there. The opening in the curtains is still there.]}

[ichabod decides to retort to the safety of the staring statue. he's definitely not going back into that room again]

[he hurries down the corridor-- in case the lights decide to follow him, he doesn't know. he parts the curtains at the opposite end of the hallway and slips through-- and suddenly he is in another room]

_{[Another room indeed. This one doesn't have furniture, though. No blood. It's almost calm compared to the previous room.]

[Take a breath, Ichabod. You'll need it.]}

[he whirls around the room; completely empty. he gasps loudly, almost relieved, and just now he realizes how hard his heart is actually pounding]

[he looks down at his palms, both still bleeding. he clenches his hands hard into fists. what on earth--?]

_{[Is it really Earth, though?]

[He should probably stay here a while - catch his breath. But once he moves on, because he will, won't he?, and he's back in the corridor ... the statue will be gone.]

[And at that point his hands will also have stopped bleeding.]}

[probably not. maybe it's not even real. but it's definitely something]

[and, oh, yes, he will. and the sudden disappearance of the statue startles him yet again. where did it go? he has an awful lot of questions, but still no answers]

_{[Well, there's nothing else in the corridor. Just air and emptyness and a confused detective who really shouldn't be there.]

[But if he continues through the curtains once more, there's that room again. The same room, but this time with only two chairs.]

[Katrina Van Tassel is in one of them.]}

[he hurries over to the girl]

Katrina-- [he speaks in an almost whisper, his words rushed as though he's afraid someone might be eavesdropping] What are you doing here?

_{[She shakes her head slowly, something just a little off in her movements, and looks at him a little sadly.]}

Icha-bod. _{[Slowly. Haltingly.]} The Horseman eets corn. Whatch out.

[he frowns]

The-- what? The Horseman? [he repeats] Katrina, what are you talking about? [and what's wrong with her voice?]

_{[She doesn't want to answer. Either that, or she's unable to. She gives him a long look before she slowly rises and points the way back. Back to where he came.]

[.. but the flashing room is that way. Then again, is going forward a better choice?]}

Should I-- [he swallows] --go back there? [he asks in an attempt to sound brave, but fails miserably, because yes, he is very well aware of that fact]

That's your choice. Maeke it r-ight.

_{[And with that, she'll turn and walk behind the chairs. Once she does, she's gone. Suddenly, unexplainably. But even if he wanted to try, he couldn't have stopped her.]}

Ka-- [he tries, instictively holding out a hand, but he lowers it as soon as he sees that she's gone]

[oh my what sort of mess has he gotten himself into]

[he glances toward the curtains, unsure what to do. but, assuming that there was -- or is -- actually a reason as to why katrina wanted him to go into that room... he should probably investigate it. it's his job after all, even if he's not very satisfied with it at the moment]

_{[It's not easy being an investigator, is it?]

[But when he does go back, he'll find the same empty corridor. The statue is still gone.]

[Beyond that ... the same empty room.]}

[not under these circumstances, no]

[but... what if he continues further into the labyrinth of curtains and black and white floors? is there a possibility that the curtains in the corner of this room part as well?]

_{[Of course. And once he parts them, he'll be back in the corridor ... with the statue.]

[Do you see, Ichabod? You're retracing your steps.]}

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i have to use this icon now i'm sorry

oh god I love that icon never apologise

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