http://jla-futures.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jla-futures.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] jla_watchtower2009-03-08 09:45 pm

Watch your feet

When the white light clears away this time, the abductees find themselves standing in an environment that is, if possible, even blander than the soul-destroying corporate cube farm. The horizon and sky--or is it a ceiling?--overhead are smooth and white, though with a slight curve to it suggesting that they are looking up at the inside of an enormous eggshell.

The floor, however, is not quite so featureless, though still quite bland. It seems to be made up of oval tiles, a pale cream in color, fit together quite closely. Each of the abductees can feel a slight thrumming vibration beneath their feet, suggestive of an orchestra tuning up.

[identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Theres a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder."

This is a long song, and Flash is lost enough in it that it'll likely have to be somebody else who has to figure out the next step...

[identity profile] flame-of-green.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Beatriz is still flying about, but she is also enjoying the quiet strains that Wally is singing. She never really saw that side of him, herself, but somehow it's comforting, just knowing that it's there..