( 001 ♠ HOLO ♠ ARRIVAL )

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

The vertigo was different this morning, accompanied by a dry taste in his mouth that left Puck wondering what the bartender had slipped into his drink.. and where he could get some more. Only then did he realize that he was standing rather than laying in his bed and concluded that his life was certainly at no high point when his automatic assumption was that someone had drugged him. Although, looking around this strange silver room, that might have been the easy explanation. "The fuck is going on?" he muttered, dragging his hands over his face as though that would help wake him up... but froze, the cool lights glinting off the bracelet fused against the pale skin of his wrist.

Now more disquieted than disgruntled, Puck took another long look around as he tried to piece together how he might have gotten here. The last thing he remembered was falling into bed in his loft, accompanied by... "Blon-- brunette? No, blonde. Dyed though."

He spoke more to break the silence of the room than anything, because he found it disturbingly creepy. It struck him as something sort of... retroactively futuristic. Almost idealized, but like from another, earlier decade. He tried to pry his fingers beneath the silver band, but it only resulted in a gash on his forearm. Black studded boots clunked down the stairs leading from the platform as he approached the only other thing immediately visible: a small pedestal. He frowned at the device sitting there, skimming his fingers lightly over the unmarred surface that looked like it'd never been used. A weird cellphone? Puck patted his pockets down, but his was missing.

A flash of colour in the corner of his eye made him swing around, and to his shock he saw his guitar behind the platform he'd just left. Crossing to it quickly, Puck ran his fingers over the polished surface, but couldn't detect any flaws. Whatever hallucination this was, it was convincing enough to fool him. "Is this your damned modern glamour?"

That was his only explanation, because how else could it be explained that he'd woken into a room with nothing but the clothes on his back, his guitar, and no door? A sardonic scowl twisted his mouth into his usual moody expression. "I would've thought a padded room would've been more appropriate," he muttered.

But even a faerie could not force himself awake from a dream, even one as unwelcome as this. At the very least he would not indulge it, and keeping his guitar close to his side, sat down with his back against the featureless wall. "I can wait longer than you know," he called out sullenly. "I have nothing but time."

Comments

[visual]

[gunsnotvoodoo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, man, you're not gonna out-wait them here. But you should go for it if you really feel strongly about it.

[Loki's bored and still doesn't have a TV, so watching the holo feed for new arrivals is the closet thing he can get to his cartoons.

Surely you didn't expect him to be helpful.]

[visual]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

[ For several minutes, it's almost as though Puck hadn't even heard the voice, for he didn't move. But eventually he raises his head and turns it in the direction of the tablet, curiosity warring with still-sullen apathy. ]

Everyone wakes up eventually.

[ he doesn't usually talk back to his dreams, but nothing else is familiar about this one -- maybe it's a dream of things changing ]

Re: [visual]

[gunsnotvoodoo.livejournal.com]

Sure, unless you're in for the big sleep, you know? I mean hell, maybe this is it. This is what you get.

[ooc: oh god i am so slow, i'm sorry. :( ]

Re: [visual]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

[ Puck laughs bitterly, as though this person had just told a particularly funny joke ]

That would be the crowning end, wouldn't it? A hell made of plastic, the farthest thing from nature in existence. That would suit.

[visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

Huh. There was something naggingly familiar about the new arrival, though Elisa would be hard pressed to say why. More like he reminded her of someone on some level.

"You can try," she said. "Though... I'm pretty sure it won't work."

[visual]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

There's some muttered cursing as another unfamiliar voice intrudes upon his "dream" and after a moment, Puck's thin and scowling face appears above the tablet.

"Pretty sure what won't work, fignment?"

Yes, he talks to the voices in his dreams.

Re: [visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

Elisa ticked off points on a four fingered-hand.

"One, I'm not a figment. Two, the waiting game you were trying to play, and three, you might as well be talking to think air, for all the hamsters respond to us."

[visual]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

He doesn't look alarmed at her appearance, only suspicious, like he's trying to place her strange features in a long line of half-forgotten memories. But whatever it is, he seems to shove it aside after a moment.

"... You're the strangest hallucination I've had in a while."

Because apparently hamsters seemed to cement his belief that he's likely stoned out of his mind.

Re: [visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

Face? Meet palm.

"Again, this is not a hallucination."

[visual]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

"Because repeating something over and over always makes it true," Puck scowled, poking at the tablet as though trying to find its control function.

[Voice]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

"Hello," said a man's voice, a British accent straight out of Masterpiece Theatre.

"You may wait if you wish, but if you would prefer to leave the room, I can tell you how to accomplish this."

[Voice]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

It's a trick, a trick, certainly a trick, but Puck eventually and reluctantly voices, "how?" like it's the most resigned thing he's done in a while.

[Voice]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

"Can you see the device my voice is coming from? It is a phone, of sorts, and a useful device. If you will pick it up, the door will reveal itself; the rest of the city may then be experienced."

[Voice]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

"What, this thing?" Puck answered, picking the tablet up as much to get a better look at it as for the man's directions. "I'd prefer my own back, actually."

[voice]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

"Many of us would prefer many things, but sadly, we do not have them," Long said calmly. "Our captors are not greatly concerned with our preferences.

"The device is called a tablet, and now that you have it hand, the door should be open."

[ visual ]

[cametolife]

Liz was still perhaps not the best person to greet newcomers, and even though this one made her tense and all her instincts scream 'be wary', she still empathized with having been pulled to this place against one's will. No-one deserved to be taken from their homes like this, no matter who they were. She didn't know much about this place, as she was still in the process of learning all about it herself, but the least she could do for people was share what she knew.

"You don't have to wait in there," she said as she spoke up, settling down into her favorite chair on the roof of the Crashdown outside her bedroom window. "There's a way to leave-- the, uh, room, that is. There's no way out of this place that I know of. Sorry."

[ visual ]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

Oh, what the hell, Puck thought, mentally throwing his hands up. None of the other voices in this dream had been familiar, so why should this one be?

"And what," he asks acerbically, "would that be? I suppose if this is a craft of my own mind, my own mind should know the way to be free of it."

[ visual ] /stops failing forever at tags.

[cametolife]

"You have to pick up this device. The palm pilot looking thing over here in the corner - follow my voice. Once you've got it, the doors will appear and open and you can leave."

She doesn't take offense to the tone or the display. Anyone who expected someone who just found themselves in this situation to remain calm was kidding themselves.

[ visual ] omg same /cry

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

"You mean this isn't someone's cellphone?" the trickster snorted. "I'd rather have my own back."

So he's starting to believe this isn't a dream, but that leaves him at a complete loss as to what this could be.

"Who are you?"

[ visual ]

[cametolife]

"No, but it looks like one." Liz had mistaken it for the same when she'd first arrived, too. "Everyone's got one. I'm Liz Parker. It's nice to meet you."

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Not here. [Drusilla chuckled, as if she was sharing a great joke that no one else would understand.] We all run out of time here.

[It was like sand in a broken hour glass. Dust on the wind.]

Re: [Voice]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

As though I'd be so lucky. [ bitter? why yes, yes indeed ]

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I don't believe in four leaf cloves. The pixies always get them first.

[Voice]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

[ that brought back memories, a lot of them, immediately flooding after with hot anger and pain ]

Fucking pixies. Who the hell are you?

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Someone who wants to be friends.