tapestodiane: (red drapes)
Dale Cooper ([personal profile] tapestodiane) wrote2011-12-10 07:29 pm

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 [livejournal.com profile] 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)

[identity profile] isntittoodreamy.livejournal.com 2011-12-30 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
(She stops just few feet away from him, her arms itching with the urge to hug him and confess everything she knows now, everything she's seen. Instead she just stands there and a smile, sweet in a way, touches her lips.)

I..I like your dog.

(She motions with her head to the strange canine and coquettishly tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ears. Taken or not, it's hard not to play the schoolgirl card around him.)

You look good, Agent Cooper. Really..really.

[identity profile] isntittoodreamy.livejournal.com 2012-01-02 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Tricia.

(She repeats and looks down at the dog. There's a pat-pat-pat for the pup, right between the ears.)

It's a pleasure to meet you, Tricia.

(Cooper gets the bulk of her attention though. It's like seeing a ghost and maybe, she thinks, just maybe he is one. Her gaze travels to her feet at the question, head dipping to hide a blooming smile.)

Life has been interesting, Special Agent. Some of it has been terribly wonderful and some of it has just been, well, terrible. You seem happy. Are you happy, Agent Cooper?