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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RED ROOM *^*

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{This place is eerie, and Nanao doesn't like it. But, she's not going to move from her spot until she gets some answers.}

Hello?

:U

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Well, she'll find herself in a corridor, first of all. Red drapes on all sides, zig zags on the floor. There's a statue on one end, of Venus de Milo. To the right of her, she can part the curtains if he stries.]

[How she knows this is unclear.]

[And of course, there are no answers.]</sub>

;V

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{This knowledge is uncanny, and it rather frightens her. But she parts the red red drapes with a single finger, just a bit.}

Is anyone there?

{She shouldn't be scared, she's faced down monsters of all kinds, but something is making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.}

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Yeah, it's an eerie place. Mostly because it's so quiet - entirely too quiet. There's no sounds but her own footsteps and muffled voice. It's like the drapes eat it, like it can't be heard at all beyond them.]

[She'll see the same floor through the parted drapes. Once she steps through (because at some point, they all do), she'll find herself in a big room, near identical to the corridor outside - drapes, black and white floor. No statue though.]

[In here, there are chairs. They are empty.]</sub>

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{She can't stay out in the corridor forever, and so cautiously steps forward, twitching the drapes aside with a single finger. She takes in the room, chairs, floor, drapes.}

Hello?

[reddrapes.livejournal.com]

<sub>[No answer. ...except- yeah, there is a laugh from behind one of the chairs, but it's clipped off abruptly when she turns to look. Because she does, doesn't she?]

[After that, there's nothing. Again.]

[She can part the curtains in this room too - up and to the right. Unless she'd rather stay.]</sub>

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{You bet she turned to look. She is so incredibly freaked out right now, but she feels better in having space to move around in.}

Who's there!