{ 001 } voice;

Jan 13, 2010 20:45

The girl dreamed - or she tried to - but the machine pulled her away before she could see anything. Except black. Not the black - no stars there in that place before waking, no life to break the darkness, no fireflies, no sky. Just black, and then - [a gasp] She woke.

To more emptiness and darkness and a flickering light with a flickering smile.

[her voice drops to a stage-whisper and breathing can be heard, as though River’s held the comm right up to her mouth] Your machine is empty, you know. Ghost in the shell. Knock knock - no one’s home.

[reverts back to normal volume, quick and studious] Earth-that-was, early 21st-century. 40:40:11N, 73:56:38W, six feet above sea level; geographic indicators consistent with the old New York City. But it’s not. “Welcome to the City,” she said. “Hero.”

[a long pause, then, flat and unhappy:] You made a mistake. Simon’s not here.

[ooc; Permissions post, if you haven't gotten to it yet. 8)

ETA: Bedtime for me, but I'll try to pick up all the tags tomorrow &hearts]

† river tam | albatross

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