Night 49: home world - Canadian Rockies

[noifsandsorbubs]

[from here]At first it was hard to figure out what had happened. Vertigo, a sense of displacement - Logan steadied himself with a step forward. It was still dark, but something had changed

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[36_24_35]

The first thing that startled Tifa was how cold it was. Last time she had slipped through the Sun Room it hadn't felt so dramatically different. Taking a hesitant step into the room, the floor was strangely uneven and her rubber sneakers tripped over the thick hardwood, catching herself just in time before she hit her partner in crime for this night.

Being the more experienced of the two, if only by a couple of days, the young woman was surprised to find Logan seemed to know how way around. Her bewildered eyes followed the light of his flashlight and couldn't begin to form a question, let alone a rational conclusion as to why the spacious Sun Room had become so quaint and cold.

"I--Hey what happened to your clothes?" She looked down to find the same old smiley face across her chest. "What?" Ugh, why was she stuck in this clinical uniform? And the fact Logan didn't seem quite as perplexed as her was suspicious as well. "... Is this.... Is this your... place?" She didn't know how else to word it.

[noifsandsorbubs]

Logan snorted. "Yeah, it's my place." He swiped the communicator off the table and headed to the mini-fridge. It was just tall and deep enough for the twelve Molsons he'd shoved in it, with a freezer on top that barely held a big chunk of some kind of red meat; he couldn't even remember what it was. He grabbed a couple of bottles and kicked the door shut as he stood up.

"Cyke, you there?" he said into the communicator, and tossed it back on the table. He'd hear it from anywhere in the room. What the hell time was it, anyway? Maybe Summers was out for the night.

He offered one of the beers to Tifa. "I got a bike outside. It's a ways to town, but they got a couple puddle-jumpers there that can get you to a real airport."

[36_24_35]

Tifa's hand could barely grip around the cold bottle she was so numb from this sudden and completely unexpected twist in this demented game. And why wasn't Logan freaked the fuck out about all of this? They open a door and he just happens to make it back to his world? No, nooo no no. Nope, life didn't work this way. Her life didn't work that way

[noifsandsorbubs]

It was real. The cold was real, the cabin was real - nothing could be faked this perfectly. (A logical voice in his head pointed out that it definitely could, probably had in the past, if he'd care to think about it, but he shoved the thought away and gulped down half his beer.)

"Trust me, darlin', it ain't that uncommon," he said, moving back to the table. Cyke wasn't answering. He turned on his phone and cycled through his saved numbers. If Summers was asleep then everybody else on the west coast would be, too, but there was a decent chance Dom would be up, wherever the hell she was. He leaned against the table, phone to his ear, and continued: "There's a whole world of weirdness out there you don't know about. Sometimes the bad guys get bored, sometimes they screw up. Just be glad you got out quick."