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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.

Date: 2009-03-09 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flame-of-green.livejournal.com
Fire turns into her flaming alter-self, and flies up to check out some of the taller towers.

Date: 2009-03-09 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com
Dick moves into a flawless one-handed handstand on his precarious perch, and looks around him at what he can see.

"Or some weird kind of graph. But since this thing's got a mad-on for sound..."

Date: 2009-03-09 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
Teetering on one foot for a moment, Jesse regains her footing and crouches.

"Someone with a better voice want to try singing again? See if that does anything?"

Date: 2009-03-09 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sinister-aglet.livejournal.com
The Question seems to approve of that idea.

"Oh, Danny Boy.. the pipes, the pipes are calling.."

Date: 2009-03-09 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azarath-raven.livejournal.com
Under her hood, Raven is rolling her eyes as she maintains her balance on a pillar.

Date: 2009-03-09 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flame-of-green.livejournal.com
"Well, let's see.. isn't it G above high C that destroys glass?"

Date: 2009-03-09 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com
"As long as these pillars aren't made out of glass," he cautions. "I don't know about you, but it looks like a hell of a long way down from here."

Date: 2009-03-10 04:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flame-of-green.livejournal.com
"Fair enough," she says, landing on one of the taller pillars. "On the other hand, I'm sick of playing guessing games with a child-minded being who thinks we're 'playing.'"

Date: 2009-03-10 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
"I'm kinda glad I'm not prone to getting seasick... Can someone try the singing thing again, please?" There's a frustrated edge to her voice.

Date: 2009-03-10 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
"Singing what? Something slower than 'Danny Boy?'"

Date: 2009-03-10 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sinister-aglet.livejournal.com
"Try a lullaby. Would do it myself, but my voice isn't soothing."

Date: 2009-03-10 07:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
"I don't KNOW, Flash. I certainly don't see YOU suggesting anything more useful!" Less frustrated and more angry, now.

Date: 2009-03-10 08:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com
Dick has eased himself into a crosslegged position on his pillar. "Hey, easy, Tiger. We'll get out of this. Somehow. Eventually."

Date: 2009-03-10 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
A lullaby.

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..."



Date: 2009-03-11 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
He'd only sung the song to them because he loves Zeppelin and he wanted his kids to have good taste.

"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.

Date: 2009-03-12 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
She's quiet during the song, feeling a little lulled by the gentle movement of the pillars.

Date: 2009-03-12 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flame-of-green.livejournal.com
Wouldn't it be great if Black Canary were here? Fire hits a pillar, not full force, but enough to make it resonate with sound.

Date: 2009-03-12 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
"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...

Date: 2009-03-12 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flame-of-green.livejournal.com
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..

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