Watch your feet
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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.
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.
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Date: 2009-03-09 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-09 06:51 pm (UTC)"Or some weird kind of graph. But since this thing's got a mad-on for sound..."
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Date: 2009-03-09 08:07 pm (UTC)"Someone with a better voice want to try singing again? See if that does anything?"
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Date: 2009-03-09 08:10 pm (UTC)"Oh, Danny Boy.. the pipes, the pipes are calling.."
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Date: 2009-03-10 08:58 pm (UTC)Flash swallows hard... because the only thing that comes to mind is a song he used to croon to his twins in utero. That image of Linda has freshened it in his mind.
"There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven..."
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Date: 2009-03-11 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-11 05:25 am (UTC)"When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven."
Now all he can think of is death.
"Theres a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
Theres a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder."
So much left to wondering. So much that he can never do more than wonder about.
I'm sorry, Linda.
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Date: 2009-03-12 04:02 am (UTC)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...
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Date: 2009-03-12 08:33 pm (UTC)