024 - 4th wall

[blacklodged]

[AUDIO - and this isn't Cooper speaking. It's a strange, stilted voice you don't recognise.]

You are heere an thereis no place to g o ... BUT HOME!!

[After that, have some laughter. Again, not Cooper.]

[ACTION ANYWHERE: A lot of you know Cooper, but none of you know exactly how bizarre his life actually is. If you run into him today - anywhere,

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action: red room

[cardinal_cage]

[ichabod inhales sharply as he takes in his new surroundings. he's... not in the hollow anymore, is he?]

[he swallows. what is this place?]

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[reddrapes]

[...no, sorry. Not the hollow. And it's not certain that this place is a better one.]

[There's drapes on both sides, and a zig zag floor in the middle. If he goes up and to the right he can part the curtains - he'll probably know this, but not be sure just how he does.]

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[cardinal_cage]

[he's reluctant to proceed, still, it's almost as though some invisible force pulls him down the narrow corridor. maybe it's curiosity, maybe it's not; it's hard to tell.]

[he carefully runs a hand down the red curtains, almost thoughtfully. instict tells him that something awful is probably waiting for him behind those drapes, but at the same time, he doesn't like the look the statue is giving him. plus, would he actually be able to turn back, if he wanted to...?]

[reddrapes]

[Who knows?]

[But once parted, those curtains will reveal a room much like the corridor. Zig zag floors, drapes - no statue though, and two chairs. No, make that three.]

[There's no one in them, but there are a few tiny droplets of blood in the middle of the floor.]

[cardinal_cage]

[he parts the curtains and pokes his head into the other room. and it is indeed almost identical to the other one, though significantly bigger. then he throws one last glance over his shoulder, before slipping through the opening]

[it's strange, this place, whatever it is; it appears to be empty, but still he can't help but feel like he's being watched]

[reddrapes]

[That's because he is. But it's not obvious, no telltale prickling sign in the back of his neck that'll tell him just WHERE the watcher might be, because here, the whole place is. The very walls are observing his every move. The floor is noting each and every step.]

[He can go up and to the right to get out of the room. Or back, of course, but he'll probably want to go forward.]

[cardinal_cage]

[even though curious as to what the purpose of the chairs might be, he makes his way to the middle of the room, where he crouches down before-- is it... blood?]

[he smears some of the red liquid between his fingers, then groans-- why yes, it is indeed. he immediately gulps; surely this would mean that someone else has been in here as well?]

[reddrapes]

[Maybe. Maybe not. There's nothing to indicate exactly where those little droplets came from.]

[But except for those and the furniture the place is completely empty. Nothing moves - it's as if everything is waiting for something.]

[cardinal_cage]

[no, there's not. and it bothers him.]

[he quickly wipes his hand on his coat -- but the blood doesn't come off; it appears that his palm, his old wounds, are bleeding. and suddenly, the blood on the floor is gone, like it was never there]

[he gasps softly]

[reddrapes]

[So maybe picking at the blood hadn't been such a good idea...]

[And that's when the lights start flashing. The white-blue lights that go on and off, on and off in a rapic succession and makes the red of the drapes look like a cold ominous purple.]

[The blood is warm in his hands, but there is very little pain, if any at all.]

[cardinal_cage]

[instantly alarmed -- and though he wouldn't like to admit it, reminded of his previous encounters with the horseman -- he gets up from the floor. then he starts running. an all too familiar scenario]

[what the hell is going on?]

[reddrapes]

[That's a question he'll probably continue to ask himself - but the moment he gets back into the corridor (yes, the very same corridor), the bright flashes will end. They belong to that room, not this little hallway.]

[The statue is still there. The opening in the curtains is still there.]

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[cardinal_cage]

[ichabod decides to retort to the safety of the staring statue. he's definitely not going back into that room again]

[he hurries down the corridor-- in case the lights decide to follow him, he doesn't know. he parts the curtains at the opposite end of the hallway and slips through-- and suddenly he is in another room]

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[reddrapes]

[Another room indeed. This one doesn't have furniture, though. No blood. It's almost calm compared to the previous room.]

[Take a breath, Ichabod. You'll need it.]

[cardinal_cage]

[he whirls around the room; completely empty. he gasps loudly, almost relieved, and just now he realizes how hard his heart is actually pounding]

[he looks down at his palms, both still bleeding. he clenches his hands hard into fists. what on earth--?]

[reddrapes]

[Is it really Earth, though?]

[He should probably stay here a while - catch his breath. But once he moves on, because he will, won't he?, and he's back in the corridor ... the statue will be gone.]

[And at that point his hands will also have stopped bleeding.]