rhymes with demon: liz

[tantric_slacker]

Hard to say exactly when the note is left with the Bar, addressed Liz Whitaker. Harder still to say how it was left.

It is written on plain white paper.

The handwriting is hard to pin down.

It's time you and I had a chat.

Don't you think?

Comments

[porcupineliz]

Liz spent the night at home, in the end. But she's come back into Milliways, after less sleep than she would like, and approached the Bar in search of coffee.

Right now she's looking down at the note, rereading it, sipping from a steaming mug.

Well.

She leaves notes at the bar for Matt, for Nita, for Sherlock, and (in case) for Jordie; the latter includes the silver chain bracelet she brought for him. She's got another around her own wrist, a silver pendant on a chain around her neck, and a silver spoon tucked up each sleeve and held with an elastic band; she's also got salt in her pockets, along with a few other odds and ends.

She's holding the note in one hand when she starts toward the stairs, heading for the library.

[tantric_slacker]

There is nothing to stop her.

It's a little chilly up here, but you know how these interdimensional bed and breakfasts are.

So drafty.

[porcupineliz]

At the top of the stairs she pauses, looking right, looking left.

The hallways stretch out blank and empty.

[tantric_slacker]

It's all perfectly normal-- no mutable architecture, no screams.

At the end of the hall, before a fork right, a light flickers briefly.

[porcupineliz]

Because that's not obvious or anything.

Her lip curls slightly as she heads in that direction.

[tantric_slacker]

This is fun.

It's a different sort of fun, but fun all the same.

Variety being the spice of life and all that.

(The next hallway is a little shorter; it too ends in a right turn.

There doesn't appear to be stairwell access at this particular corner.)

[porcupineliz]

She takes the turn.

Silently, she's counting footsteps.

[tantric_slacker]

It's an interesting exercise.

The next hallway seems

v--e---r----y-----l------o-------n--------g

compared to the ones that came before it.

[porcupineliz]

When she's walked twice the length of the last hallway, she stops.

And very deliberately turns in a full circle, gauging the apparent length of the hallway before and behind her.

[tantric_slacker]

Huh.

The hallway behind her seems shorter than it ought to be, for her to have come as far as she has.

[porcupineliz]

Liz puts out one hand to either side of her, as though trying to reach the walls.

The hallway's probably too wide for her to do any such thing, at least not with both hands at once.

[tantric_slacker]

It is, in fact, too wide.

There's silence. No movement in the corridor.

But down the hall, a door goes crrreak.

[porcupineliz]

Ah. Atmospherics.

Liz turns back around, and walks in the direction she was heading.

[tantric_slacker]

Incidentally, in that direction there is a door slightly ajar.

The doors down this hall all look rather uniform: no numbers, but that is their only oddity.

This door is the only one that looks different.

It looks like the door to the library.

[porcupineliz]

Well. Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't.

Liz steps up to the door, and reaches to push it farther open without stepping through.

[tantric_slacker]

Well, there are certainly shelves full of books. The Milliways library is not necessarily the strictest adherent to consistent physics even at the best of times, so it's hard to tell what has changed and what's naturally contrary.

The aisles seem a bit dark in here, though.