024 - 4th wall

[tapestodiane]

[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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YOOORK :D

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[He probably did, but in any case, he's not there.]

[But someone else is. York will find himself in a big, red room, drapes on all sides, and two chairs near the center. Big, sturdy, dark things. And in one of them sits a little man in a red suit and he looks at York as though he knows something he doesn't.]

[There is a slight movement in the curtains, but otherwise, everything is still. He can go up and to the right to part them and get out from the room - he knows it, even if he doesn't know just HOW he knows it.]</sub>

Hiii ouo

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[His dreams can come in handy, though. He doesn't want to leave just yet.

Instead, he looks inquisitively at the little man.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[And the little man will look right back.]

[He doesn't say anything, but he will slowly start to rub his hands together. As he does, a shrill sound can be heard, seemingly coming from everywhere within the room.]

[And with it, a small smile.]</sub>

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[He looks around, calm, and waits.

Then, he begins moving closer to the curtains.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Atta boy, York. The curtains is where you want to go.]

[Past the curtains there is a corridor - one that is near identical to the room he just left, with red curtains and the jagged-looking floor. There's a statue at the end of it, of Venus de Milo, and it's completely silent.]

[No shrill ringing out here.]

[These curtains can be parted, too. Up and to the right. ]</sub>

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[The Venus de Milo. His mind drifts to thoughts of the art gallery he hasn't visited yet, of the mysterious Miss Stiletto Heels.

But there's nothing terribly remarkable about the statue, and he takes a peek at the next room.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[It's empty. Completely so, until he takes a few steps in, where he'll notice a table with a cup of coffee.]

[It wasn't there before he looked.]

[The coffee in the cup is solid.]</sub>

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[He's okay with mysteriously appearing props.

He is not okay, he thinks as he lifts the cup of coffee, with coffee that cannot be drank.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[He probably wouldn't have liked to drink it anyway.]

[Cooper enters the room. He doesn't seem surprised to see York there, nor to see the solid coffee. But when he looks at it, it's not solid anymore.]

[It's thick. Like syrup - or oil.]</sub>

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[Dayyyyum Zach, this coffee looks terrible-- oh look it's Cooper. York turns to face him.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

_{[Cooper remains where he is and looks right back. There's something a little off about him, probably, but nowhere near as weird as the Little Man back there.]}

Agent York.

_{[He pauses briefly, but his speech is his usual one.]}

You're not supposed to be here, are you?

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[Ah. Maybe he's not dreaming.]

I almost thought the same of you, Agent Cooper. Now, I'm not so sure.

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

_{[If it's a dream, it's a pretty vivid one. The red of the drapes is almost demanding, the slight movement going through them almost like breathing - like they're alive.]}

I would like to leave but something is keeping me.

_{[He says it slowly as if he's only just realising.]}

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

So quickly?

Well, something tells me I won't be here for long.

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

You're probably right.

_{[And then he turns and leaves through the drapes, up and to the right.]}

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[York's going to follow you, Cooper.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

_{[Cooper's not there when York parts the curtains. He's back in the corridor, with only Venus de Milo watching.]}

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[He suspected it would be so.

Back to Venus he goes.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Up and to the right is a new room, once he parts the curtains. It looks like the first ones - this one has two chairs, with the Little Man in one of them. The other one faces the first one at an angle.]

[There is a white feather on the floor.]</sub>

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[His gaze doesn't linger on the little man. Instead, he picks up the feather right away.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[It's just a feather. A white one, a little fluffy.]

[The Little Man snaps his fingers, and he's standing.]</sub>

... that icon

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[It can't be "just a feather." White and red - it means something to him.

But oh hey maybe he'll pay attention to the little guy for now.]

he is a special little man

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Take a look around - white and red and black. That's all there is. Of course it means something, but out of context, it's still just a feather.]

[The Little Man gives York a smile before he speaks in a halting, weird way.]</sub>

Theangles aare liars.

[zach-is-with-me.livejournal.com]

[Huh.

Anything else? York's listening.]

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

_{[No, nothing else. He stays quiet, eyes York in silence, and sits down in the chair again.]}