[042] Say goodbye

[oliverplus]

[a few days later, and Oliver is braving another trip into Chicago! unfortunately, the first thing he encounters in the street is more of men]

"Boss! Where ya been? We've got-"

Uh...gotta "scram"!

[as the man has already started coming toward him, Oliver takes off running. taking an earlier suggestion from the Doctor, he goes straight into a

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[cruciblemods]

[within Oliver's sight should be a door. to the girls in the room, it's nothing but a simple wooden number, leading to a collection of girl's dressing rooms.

but to Oliver, it should look quite different.

the red does make it stand out]

[oliverplus]

Oh wow, sorry! [Oliver stutters a bit at all the girls, some of which still seem upset at his unannounced appearance--and others that seem rather interested in his suit and hat and...no. this will never work. he's about to flee the building entirely (the mob has to be better than this!) when his eye is caught by a very bright, red door. his eyes widen] Wait, let me through! Sorry! No, I'm not here for...let go!

[he makes it to the door (with only one girl still hanging onto his suit coat) and eagerly pulls it open, holding his breath in anticipation]

[cruciblemods]

[everything in Chicago, all at once, stops.

people, animals, little bits of dust and paper blown about by the wind, the water in fountains and the ripples that brush against the docks. it all stops, frozen still and silent as a photograph. Minutes slowly tick by and the color starts to slowly, gradually seep out of the world. Every inch of Chicago, living, man made, or otherwise, is reduced to black and white and shades of gray, except for the passengers.

and, of course, the door. it remains painfully, brilliantly red.

beyond it?

the interior of an elevator. high-tech and sleek, with gleaming steel walls and a panel by the door. in a corner, a very distinctive, familiar helmet lays. scrawled across the walls in offensive red ink is the following:

OUT OF ORDER

that text would be correct. the panel - just a flat square, with no buttons or numbers of any kind - is dull and dark and completely unresponsive to stimulus of any kind.

how unfortunate.]