Room 507, Friday Morning
May. 12th, 2006 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia had still bit just a little bit breathless from the adrenalin high of jumping off the roof with Walter when she went to bed Thursday night, which probably went a long way in explaining why her dreams were so odd that night.
Especially this one:
She can't move. She can't blink or sneeze or cough or twitch or breathe—
And she's done this before and she's had about enough of it, thanks very much, so she rolls over and orders things to change and opens her eyes.
She's lying on the floor of a room made of duct tape. Because, you know, finding yourself in an ordinary unfamiliar room that looks like it's been home to many rather violent fights wouldn't be disturbing enough. The tape covers the walls like shiny wallpaper. It's ripped in places, but only darkness shows through, instead of drywall. On the floor, the duct tape is arranged in straight, staggered lines like hardwood. The ceiling drips duct tape like water, hangs it like curtains.
Nadia really doesn't like duct tape.
There's a man made of tape in the room with her, leaning against the wall so he almost blends in. He's facing her and trying to tell her something—
"Mmm! Mmm!"
--but she doesn't speak duct tape. The man is shaking, like he's scared or like he's laughing, she can't tell which, and he doesn't have eyes, but he seems to be looking over her shoulder at something, so she turns.
Walter and Pippi are wearing each others clothes.
No, wait. Pippi's wearing Walter's clothes. Or men's clothes, at least. She has duct tape over her mouth and she looks at Nadia and shrugs, then goes over to the duct tape dresser to change.
Not into duct tape, though. Or a Bitterwoman uniform.
Nadia leans forward. "I think my host has to go to the potty!" she hisses. She looks over at the creepy duct tape man.
"Mm, mmmm, mmm'm mmmmm mm,"
She still doesn't speak duct tape, though, so she tells him that. Pippi smiles. She's wearing a midsummer knight's costume, all black with stars on it, but she doesn't have a helmet or a sword. Because she's Pippi, and she never needs a helmet or a sword. She could rip the arms off a grown man if she ever wanted to.
And wasn't that a disturbing thought?
"That's great, kid," she says, while she's putting on her lipstick.
Nadia tries to get up, but her arm is taped to the floor. "Hey,"
"Mmmmm mmm mmmmm," says the duct tape man. A pair of red eyes looks through the hole in the wall behind him.
"Shhh," Pippi says. "Look, they're fighting over us." She seems entirely too pleased by this fact.
Nadia looks over her shoulder in time to see Walter, his hair ponytailed, his eyes reddened, his teeth fanged, lunging for her, but she can't get out of the way because her arm is taped to the floor, and now more tape is coming up and wrapping around her chest. She opens her mouth to scream but before she can, wires wrap around Walter, yanking him back until he kneels on the floor, sneering.
Walter stands behind him. Her Walter, the one with regular eyes who promised not to put his hair in a ponytail and doesn't wear a monocle or drink blood. He's the one holding the wires, but the other Walter has wires around him and frankly, Nadia's just getting confused. She tries to turn and find Pippi again, but the tape around her chest is holding her back, squeezing her ribs so she can't breathe.
Her Walter, young Walter, whichever Walter, the one who's not sneering, looks at her. "This is just a dream," She's never seen him look so scared or so angry.
"But my dreams—"
Sneering Walter grins. "Not this time."
Nadia's not sure which one of them he's talking to.
Pippi steps over her, heading for the Walters. She glances over her shoulder as she goes. Frightened green eyes turn into glowing purple ones and she smiles.
Nadia sat up in bed with a gasp which sent Furrball dashing for cover behind her guitar. He knocked it over with a crash of strings.
She took a deep breath and flopped back down on the bed. "Stupid dreams."
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Especially this one:
She can't move. She can't blink or sneeze or cough or twitch or breathe—
And she's done this before and she's had about enough of it, thanks very much, so she rolls over and orders things to change and opens her eyes.
She's lying on the floor of a room made of duct tape. Because, you know, finding yourself in an ordinary unfamiliar room that looks like it's been home to many rather violent fights wouldn't be disturbing enough. The tape covers the walls like shiny wallpaper. It's ripped in places, but only darkness shows through, instead of drywall. On the floor, the duct tape is arranged in straight, staggered lines like hardwood. The ceiling drips duct tape like water, hangs it like curtains.
Nadia really doesn't like duct tape.
There's a man made of tape in the room with her, leaning against the wall so he almost blends in. He's facing her and trying to tell her something—
"Mmm! Mmm!"
--but she doesn't speak duct tape. The man is shaking, like he's scared or like he's laughing, she can't tell which, and he doesn't have eyes, but he seems to be looking over her shoulder at something, so she turns.
Walter and Pippi are wearing each others clothes.
No, wait. Pippi's wearing Walter's clothes. Or men's clothes, at least. She has duct tape over her mouth and she looks at Nadia and shrugs, then goes over to the duct tape dresser to change.
Not into duct tape, though. Or a Bitterwoman uniform.
Nadia leans forward. "I think my host has to go to the potty!" she hisses. She looks over at the creepy duct tape man.
"Mm, mmmm, mmm'm mmmmm mm,"
She still doesn't speak duct tape, though, so she tells him that. Pippi smiles. She's wearing a midsummer knight's costume, all black with stars on it, but she doesn't have a helmet or a sword. Because she's Pippi, and she never needs a helmet or a sword. She could rip the arms off a grown man if she ever wanted to.
And wasn't that a disturbing thought?
"That's great, kid," she says, while she's putting on her lipstick.
Nadia tries to get up, but her arm is taped to the floor. "Hey,"
"Mmmmm mmm mmmmm," says the duct tape man. A pair of red eyes looks through the hole in the wall behind him.
"Shhh," Pippi says. "Look, they're fighting over us." She seems entirely too pleased by this fact.
Nadia looks over her shoulder in time to see Walter, his hair ponytailed, his eyes reddened, his teeth fanged, lunging for her, but she can't get out of the way because her arm is taped to the floor, and now more tape is coming up and wrapping around her chest. She opens her mouth to scream but before she can, wires wrap around Walter, yanking him back until he kneels on the floor, sneering.
Walter stands behind him. Her Walter, the one with regular eyes who promised not to put his hair in a ponytail and doesn't wear a monocle or drink blood. He's the one holding the wires, but the other Walter has wires around him and frankly, Nadia's just getting confused. She tries to turn and find Pippi again, but the tape around her chest is holding her back, squeezing her ribs so she can't breathe.
Her Walter, young Walter, whichever Walter, the one who's not sneering, looks at her. "This is just a dream," She's never seen him look so scared or so angry.
"But my dreams—"
Sneering Walter grins. "Not this time."
Nadia's not sure which one of them he's talking to.
Pippi steps over her, heading for the Walters. She glances over her shoulder as she goes. Frightened green eyes turn into glowing purple ones and she smiles.
Nadia sat up in bed with a gasp which sent Furrball dashing for cover behind her guitar. He knocked it over with a crash of strings.
She took a deep breath and flopped back down on the bed. "Stupid dreams."
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 03:45 pm (UTC)"Sorry. Bad dream. Scared cat."
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:55 pm (UTC)And she hadn't even tried to hit him, so, hey, bonus.
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 04:05 pm (UTC)Which could be possible.
"Duct tape?"
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Date: 2006-05-12 04:07 pm (UTC)and tasteshorrible and it leaves a lot of residue."no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 04:15 pm (UTC)He then made a fist and knocked one against the wall summoning up a duplicate.
"Coffee," he said simply to his duplicate.
"Love some," said his dupe.
"I mean 'coffee' as in go get some," Jame said with a groan.
"Get it yourself," the dupe said, "So were you being chased by a roll of duct tape or something?"
Jamie groaned and pulled on a pair of pants. "I'll be right back with some coffee."
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Date: 2006-05-12 04:22 pm (UTC)"It was an entire room made of duct tape, and it kept wrapping around me so I couldn't get away." That wasn't the only thing in the dream, but Jamie didn't need to know about the other stuff.
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Date: 2006-05-12 05:07 pm (UTC)Jamie pointed to himself.
"I'm part of the emotion I had to stay in bed and talk to you which is why Mr. Original summoned me up. Kind of backfired on him."
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Date: 2006-05-12 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 05:16 pm (UTC)He shrugged. "Really I'm just a copy of him with the same memories and everything else. When he comes back and absorbs me? He'll integrate our conversation back into his head and know everything we talked about."
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Date: 2006-05-12 06:39 pm (UTC)"Not sure. My powers have been a little wonky lately," Jamie said.
Of course having your genetic code mucked about by an insane mad scientist might do that to you.
"That's part of why I'm here, to get used to my powers and pick up an education on the way."
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Date: 2006-05-12 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 06:53 pm (UTC)unless the editors/writers at Marvel get boredlike that."no subject
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Date: 2006-05-12 07:10 pm (UTC)while her mun tried very hard to not get fired while she cracked up. Was she expected to follow all that? ". . . oh." Then she shook her head. "You realize that now one of you duplicates is destined to become evil, right?"no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 07:35 pm (UTC)"AGAIN?""Nah. Never happen. I like myself too much," Jamie said flippantly
and probably dooming himself OMG. "Plus my dupes wouldn't try to do a plot out of a soap opera or b-movie."He looked over at the door. "But something like not bringing coffee back? That might happen."
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Date: 2006-05-12 07:37 pm (UTC)Of course! Marvel always recycles plot lines!"See? Evil. It begins already." Nadia nodded very seriously. "You're going to have a robot built that spouts moral phrases and shoots glitter. Or, to save time, I can see if Veronica can give me mine back, and we'll reprogram it to follow you."
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Date: 2006-05-12 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-12 07:49 pm (UTC)Again."no subject
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Date: 2006-05-12 08:07 pm (UTC)And if we were, there's that anti-gravity room on the sixth floor, anyway.So don't worry about that."no subject
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Date: 2006-05-12 08:17 pm (UTC)And Jamie rushes out the door.
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Date: 2006-05-12 08:18 pm (UTC)Boys were weird.