Watch your feet

[jla-futures.livejournal.com]

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.

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[flame-of-green.livejournal.com]

"Didn't I see this in The Cube?" Fire asks, just as much to hear her own voice as anything.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

He blinks, trying to refocus his vision, then scowls up at the vanilla sky.

"What the-- hey! I was promised a cookie for answering the twenty silent questions, goddammit."

[azarath-raven.livejournal.com]

"Clearly our abductors have other plans for use," Raven says, also staring up at the sky.

[jla-futures.livejournal.com]

A plate of chocolate chip cookies appears on an oval tile three steps away from him.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Huh.

He approaches and peers at them warily.

"I'll know if these are the Pilsbury prefab kind," he cautions, looking around him. He crouches, picks one up and sniffs it.

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

Jesse turns full circle and muses aloud, "Remind me when I get home that I need to re-paint my living room. No more eggshell white, anywhere."

The plate catches her eye.

"Oh, cookies. I'm starving." Without thinking she reaches out, grabs one, and takes a bite.

[azarath-raven.livejournal.com]

"I think I'll pass," Raven eyes the cookies warily.

[jla-futures.livejournal.com]

As they begin to move about, and not just in the direction of the cookies, the oval tiles begin to move, too ... vertically. Instead of a smooth floor, the abductees now find themselves standing on (or trying to stand on) an uneven forest of oval pillars. Some pillars stretch for what seems like miles overhead, while others are only a few inches lower than their feet. Still others are so far down that the gap might as well be bottomless.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Dick looks alarmed, and reaches to grab her hand. "Wait, they might have something - "

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

"Wha--" A few crumbs drift onto his hand, from the already-nibbled cookie.

A swallow, and she has the grace to look a little ashamed.

"Um. Shoot. Here's hoping I won't start foaming at the mouth?" Jesse holds out the rest of the cookie to Dick.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

He glances down at the cookie in his other hand. "I'll give it five minutes. If you start hyperventilating, I promise I'll be the first to make you puke."

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

"Wow, something to look forward to."

A quirk of the eyebrows and a half smile.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

He grins. "Never let it be said that I don't care."

[sinister-aglet.livejournal.com]

"Hh."

The Question pauses, looking at the manifested cookies.

"How about a chair?"

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Good thing he's got an excellent natural sense of balance. He peers down from his sudden lofty perch. What the hell? He looks at the cookie in his hand still, shrugs, and then stuffs it in his mouth. In for a penny, at this point.

Huh. It's not that bad, either.

"Whoa. Hey, this is kind of like that scene in The Golden Child."

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

"As long as it's not that stone hopscotch scene in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade..."

Flash's balance is pretty solid, too. Being quick helps that. Even if he's still trying to shake off the imagery he was just subjected to.

[jla-futures.livejournal.com]

With a rise in that humming sound, the pillars shift again, each of them moving to different heights.

[sinister-aglet.livejournal.com]

The Question takes a seat on one of the pillars, crossing his legs and staring out at the shifting floor, looking for the pattern.

"Mimicking the amplitude of a sound wave, perhaps."

[flame-of-green.livejournal.com]

Fire turns into her flaming alter-self, and flies up to check out some of the taller towers.

[-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..."

[jla-futures.livejournal.com]

As Fire flies around the higher pillars, some of them slide downwards while others rise higher. Oddly enough, no matter how high she flies, she doesn't seem to be able to reach the "ceiling."

[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?"

[sinister-aglet.livejournal.com]

The Question seems to approve of that idea.

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

[azarath-raven.livejournal.com]

Under her hood, Raven is rolling her eyes as she maintains her balance on a pillar.

[flame-of-green.livejournal.com]

"Well, let's see.. isn't it G above high C that destroys glass?"