There was a light. A beautiful light that softly illuminated everything and yet nothing. There was a warmth. A beautiful warmth that softened everything and breathed life. There was a feeling of intoxication and compulsion. It drew her in ( Read more... )

The Master has imagined up a feast and is happily eating more than ought to be possible.

Care to join him?

[Leif is alone and apparently glad of it, for the moment, because he has wrok to do, up on his toes, ballet shoes and all.

Releve. Degage. Glissade asemble. Releve.

Aaaaand repeat.]

[She's rehearsing for an upcoming audition. No, she hasn't noticed that the room around her has changed. She hasn't noticed anything, actually. Her eyes are closed and she just allows the music to surround her.]

[So the man walks in with a guitar case. This is usually the door he uses to get to the street corner but...it's a room. A big room.]

[...Whatever. He's here for business. So he puts down his case, opens the latches, leaves the case open, and begins to play.]

[Behold, a confused little Quarian with a shotgun. She's both intrigued and ready to shoot anyone who comes too near.]

[Stops short as she enters, then turns around to be sure she's where she thought she was. When the scene behind her remains unchanged, she shrugs, and steps into the room.]

Huh. Thought this place might've disappeared.

[ The small, blue-eyed druid boy looks around in silence, more curious than afraid. Wherever this place is, he supposes it must be a prison of some kind. It could only be Emrys' doing, and it only adds one more offense to the growing list for which Mordred will eventually make him pay ( Read more... )

[No need to mob him with love. Form an orderly queue, please.]

[S'up Room? Fun fact: there's a TV station that only plays sappy romance movies. It might be Room-specific, but it might not. What's important is that it's on and playing Titanic, which Leif has never seen. Right now he has a perfectly contented, dreamy look on his face.

This can't end well.]