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onepassingnight2011-05-09 03:38 am
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[Adrenaline Drive] - [Act 1]
[ Beneath the strange light of this world's two moons - one round and white, the other small, misshapen, and red - the steel lines of twin train tracks glisten, running parallel over the horizon. The land in all directions around is all high, rolling hills, grassy and dotted with thick, clustered shrubs but sparse of trees. The peace here is absolute - but for barely a handful of seconds.
On those tracks, a train is rumbling along at breakneck speed, bright light spilling from the windows and thick, black smoke issuing from the stack. Inside, the soft, classical decor is awash in a warm, yellow glow that seems not to emit just from the sconces on the walls, the lamps on tables, but from the very substance of the train, itself.
In spite of the rather cheery effect this luminescence lends to the bigger picture, however, if one were to poke around behind the doors of the luxurious private cars, here, they might find the place a shambles. Lamps broken, furniture scattered about, glass from the windows littering the floor, and perhaps even a few droplets of something that looks suspiciously like blood dried into the carpets - it's total chaos everywhere. Or, everywhere except the dining car, which remains mysteriously intact.
In fact, the train's sole other occupant is currently holed up, there, in the midst of an exorbitant meal. He's a young-looking man with long, silver hair and thick, round spectacles, dressed in what appears to be some odd cut of cassock. He seems unfazed by the speed of the train (though in reality he is almost perpetually stricken with motion sickness), let alone the tacky, white tiger-print wallpaper plastered to the interior of this particular car. On the contrary, he's just terribly engrossed in his present bit of business-- ]
Oh yes, I think I'd like to try this one, next! [ He says, holding up his menu with a free hand, making some vague indication toward an item from the desserts section.
He's mistaken the sound of strange footsteps for those of his waitress (or waiter), it seems. Oops. ]
On those tracks, a train is rumbling along at breakneck speed, bright light spilling from the windows and thick, black smoke issuing from the stack. Inside, the soft, classical decor is awash in a warm, yellow glow that seems not to emit just from the sconces on the walls, the lamps on tables, but from the very substance of the train, itself.
In spite of the rather cheery effect this luminescence lends to the bigger picture, however, if one were to poke around behind the doors of the luxurious private cars, here, they might find the place a shambles. Lamps broken, furniture scattered about, glass from the windows littering the floor, and perhaps even a few droplets of something that looks suspiciously like blood dried into the carpets - it's total chaos everywhere. Or, everywhere except the dining car, which remains mysteriously intact.
In fact, the train's sole other occupant is currently holed up, there, in the midst of an exorbitant meal. He's a young-looking man with long, silver hair and thick, round spectacles, dressed in what appears to be some odd cut of cassock. He seems unfazed by the speed of the train (though in reality he is almost perpetually stricken with motion sickness), let alone the tacky, white tiger-print wallpaper plastered to the interior of this particular car. On the contrary, he's just terribly engrossed in his present bit of business-- ]
Oh yes, I think I'd like to try this one, next! [ He says, holding up his menu with a free hand, making some vague indication toward an item from the desserts section.
He's mistaken the sound of strange footsteps for those of his waitress (or waiter), it seems. Oops. ]
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W-Wait... [ Seriously!? ] Just what kind of person would you settle down with?
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Strange man, drives me up a wall and we constantly fight. I'd rather like to hit the man! [Give it a second. She's working up the ability to say this with a straight face.] But you know the long nights make up for it.
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[ If the table weren't fastened to the floor, he would have easily toppled it as he sprang to his feet, completely horrified. As it is, he merely manages to rattle a bunch of expensive-looking china. ]
SETH!
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But seriously she's holding her sides, laughing hard enough that it's very possible she could cry. Deep breath. Try and calm down and-
Nope. She's going to keep laughing and collapse onto her knees while she does so.]
You [giggle giggle] believed me! I can't- you're so gullible!
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[ H-Horrible. When did Seth get like this, anyway? He can't even remember one instance of her treating him this way - but though it strikes him as incredibly odd, he can't really bring himself to ask.
Important details like that have no place in a dream, after all.
Collapsing back into his seat, he fixes her with a miserably sarcastic expression. ]
Yes, well, what do I know? There's no chance you've changed in all this time, is there?
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Me? Change? Nah. I have a good thing going. Wouldn't want to run the chance of ruining it.
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...Would you like to join me for dinner, Seth?
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That depends on how much you intend to share.
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[ He gestures to the desert cart, still fully stocked, sitting in the middle of the aisle - whether or not it was there, before, it's real as life, now - and the impressive spread on the table. ]
You can take as much as you like.
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With the endless pit that is your stomach I'm left to wonder.
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[ Because there's twice as much food as enough to fill any bottomless cavern, and it doesn't seem he's put even the slightest dent in it all, yet. ] The service here is really quite remarkable.
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[No seriously. She doesn't know anymore if eating from it is a good idea. Suspicions and whatnot.]
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[ Silly Seth. Where does your Earth logic factor into Abel's subconscious' desires? ]
I guess my boss was feeling especially generous.
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I'd say she lost her mind.
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[ And he seems entirely too cheerful about this. ]