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)

Comments

[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.]}