onepassingnight | one ( memory ) : “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien.”

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one ( memory ) : “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien.”

You find yourself on an elevator with thirteen choices.

Choose carefully.

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The elevator's appearance and ambience discomfort Aerith. She presses "1" with her finger heavy on the button, eager to get out and see what sort of building she's in. If it's not so bad, she can always take the stairs back up.

Edited 2011-03-20 15:05 (UTC)

This memory is more similar to the dream world itself, because the memory is centered in the dream world. Deep within the dream world. Limbo was empty space, explored by Mal and Dom for years. They built and developed it together, and until now they lived alone in it together.

Though Mal hasn't registered a presence in the memory, yet. Instead she's still fixed in time. Still out of sorts with herself after Dom tried to explain to her that the world she so loved wasn't real.

It was in this state that Aerith could find the woman, standing on the other side of the tracks and staring at the train as it goes by.

So suddenly out of the building ... she's not sure what to make of it. Was that really an elevator she'd been in? She glances back, but there doesn't seem to be a way back to it, so she turns her attention to surveying the city. Gradually, a question arises in her mind.

"Why aren't there people here?"

The sight of this place confuses Aerith. Gaia has only one really large city, Midgar, full of people and noise. The city's buildings remind her much of what someone might find on the top of the plate... yet there are no people.

Except for a woman, and a train -- a train must have people on, right?

"Excuse me!" she calls to Mal, waving her hand so the woman can see. She seems... distracted. Maybe more than that.

It's inevitable really, that even though try as he might he couldn't quite avoid disturbing the room. It didn't even matter how, even just his presence was a disturbance. All the same the woman seemed to appear like a ghost on the couch. Or maybe she really had been there the whole time, he just didn't notice.

"Who are you?" She asked, her dark eyes fixed on him in a glare.

Sylar. Who are you?

[Buffy walks into the dining room scene, smiling uneasily at the happy couple. She reluctantly agrees to tea after Mal's insistence, gingerly sitting on the couch.]

Uh. Thanks for inviting me over.

"I hope you do not mind the mess," Mal adds as she walks past Buffy into the kitchen. The mess she's referring to is the few toys sitting around. Otherwise the house is pretty well kept. "Children," Mal laughs as she kneels down to dig in the cabinets for a tea kettle. "I do not think they ever hear well the first time."

Once she finds the tea kettle she was looking for she goes over to the sink and starts to run the water. "I hope you are doing well, yes?" She asks politely as she goes to the stove to turn it on and set the kettle on it to start the water boiling.

[She laughs, but it's equally uneasy, sinking back awkwardly into her couch cushion.]

Yeah, my sister never does that listening thing either. [She wrinkles her nose, suspicious of this nearly plasticine dream sequence she seems to have stumbled onto.] Where are they? The kids.

[Anya steps off of the elevator onto the beach. How does an elevator lead to a beach? Oh right, this was a dream. Dreams were weird. But whatever. She makes her way toward the water, spotting the woman and two children in the distance. It seems so picturesque, like how she might be with Xander's kids someday.]

Mal sits comfortably in the sand as she watches her two children build. It's almost a little moment of pride for her. Both Dom and her are architects after all, and any architect would love to watch their children create.

Then she seems to take notice of the guest. She looks up at the guest, and for a moment it almost seems like her eyes darkened. That could have just been a trick of the light though, right? Surely it was, because when Mal stands she's all smiles as she approaches the newcomer.

"Hello!" She calls as she walks across the sand, the wind whipping her dress around her legs and making it a little more difficult to walk. She laughs as she reaches Anya, though. "I do not believe I recognize you," She starts, as though greeting any stranger on a beach. "My name is Mal." With that she offers her hand to the stranger.

She takes the other woman's hand, shaking it with a bright smile. "I'm Anya, it's nice to meet you." And it was, for once Anya wasn't just using pleasantries because Xander drilled the habit into her.

The idealistic scene with the woman and her two children filled Anya with a sort of joyful anticipation. After thousands of years of being a vengeance demon, she wouldn't have thought such a life would be possible to her, but now that she and Xander were going to be married? Anything was possible.

She's been in this elevator. She's been in this elevator before and she knows what it means. But Dom isn't here. Does she decide to go through the layers? Ariadne's eyes glass over the numbers before she jolts forward and hits the button marked 'B'. Maybe the second time is a charm. After all, Mal isn't real.

Peter's not sure how he ended up in an elevator, or where he is, so he hits the button for the first floor on the assumption that it'll be easiest to find someone to explain there.

He's not expecting to find himself outside, and he ends up backing up towards the elevator again as the train passes, to shake off the feeling that it's about to collide with him.

Once it's gone, though, he steps off the elevator and checks for the gun in his shoulder holster with a frown, pulling it out to make sure it's loaded. Once satisfied that his weapon is there and usable, just in case -- worry about being run over right away didn't leave him all that comfortable, and the emptiness around him doesn't help shake off the feeling -- he puts it away again and starts out.

[ She presses the "B" button without hesitation, it isn't like she really cares where she heads to, really. ]

[Minato spends a moment debating things, and then realizes it really isn't much of a debate.

The number 13 gets pressed.]

[ Peter's instantly thankful for pressing 2 the moment the door opens onto a beach. There's something instantly relaxing about this -- blue waves crashing under a blue sky -- and for someone who doesn't always have the most pleasant dreams... well, he almost smiles immediately. Which is pretty much a rarity.

Stepping out onto the sand, he takes a deep breath and just enjoys. ]

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have a sylar all up in your basement level ...

you already know what I think about this topic

i do c:

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