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[tibetanmethod]

[Out of Milliways: Major Briggs has a bad feeling, and Harry Truman gets bad news.]

His black eye is fading, and the cut just under his eye is healing. On its own.

Cooper has a chess set at a table, and he's brooding over it.

If, of course, by 'brooding' you mean 'eyeing it while he drinks his coffee'.

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[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

One of the pawns begins to leak blood from the "head".

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Cooper stares at it.

Fights the urge to take out his tape recorder.




And then it occurs to him that it might not be a bad idea to record this, anyhow. To listen back and see if it's a hallucination.

Or to what extent it's a hallucination.

He reaches for his recorder, and his handkerchief.

Click.

And Cooper reaches out to wipe the blood away.



All this time his face has been expressionless.

[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

The blood is warm. Fresh. It smells like blood. Feels mostly like blood.

Of course when you remove an object from a soft object, sometimes things come out.

Such as an arrow from the brain.

There are traces of brain-matter, from a very small brain, on Dale's fingers.

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It's pink, and gray, and he can't stop his fingers from twisting.



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With careful, deliberate movement, he wipes his fingers clean.

If, of course, that's possible.

His eyes are closed.

[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

It is hard to get blood out of fingertips. The fingerprints hold it. Swirls of red amongst the pink, minute iotas of grey in with the red.

The marks on the napkin twist like Rorschach tests. Do you see the flower? The butterfly? The shoggath?

Another pawn begins to bleed, sliding slowly off its base to reveal the red and white and grey and blue and pink of the inside of a being.

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And meanwhile, the tape recorder is still rolling.






It is at this point when we can hear Dale Cooper say, very clearly, "This is not happening."

[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

says the pawn's top into the tape recorder.

It leaves a red streak as it rolls along the chess board. Tiny little viscera trail behind it.

[tibetanmethod]

"What is not in doubt," says Dale Cooper, "is that Milliways is in between two worlds. Two worlds, certainly, and more."
I'll catch you in my death-bag
"I'm not chanting."

[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

Two worlds. Or more.

Another pawn begins to bleed, suddenly, with little jerks. , , , like bullets coming in from the front and taking chunks out the back at least three times the size.

It isn't the bullet that kills you. Its the hydrostatic shock.

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Cooper reaches out one hand and touches the pawn. Steadying it.

"There's a song about you."

[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

The pawn bleeds on his fingers and rolls slightly to the side against them. Blood and fluids that were once organs, delicate organs, slip out and re-coat his flesh.

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There's silence that spans almost a minute on the tape.





Then his voice sounds weirdly in between laughter and choking.

"You're made of plastic."

[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

Is it?

Audrey's skin is black and slick with blood and the effects of a hollow-point, three of them, through flesh. She clings with tiny hands to the ridges of his fingers and whimpers in a voice too small to hear.

[legendaryoutlaw.livejournal.com]

Vash is just strolling by, munching on a plate full of donuts, twhen he sees the man with the battered face.

"Whoa, what happened to you, friend?"

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"A hostage situation," says Cooper, businesslike.

And then he sees the plate of doughnuts.

It occurs to him again that Harry Truman would really like this place.

"But all was resolved."

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"Whew! I'm relieved to hear that. Glad you're more or less okay, too."

He offers the plate to the man inna suit as he bites into another donut for himself. "Kr fr un?"

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"Thank you," Cooper says. His selection: jelly. "I know several men who swear by them."

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Vash swallows his present choice of cinnamon crumb. "Yeah, and the ones here are some of the best I've ever had. And Bar just piled up a plate with all kinds--including ones I've never heard of or seen! Suddenly the whole 'unable-to-leave' thing doesn't seem like such a curse, you know?"

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A smile. "That's an admirable outlook, Mr...?"

[legendaryoutlaw.livejournal.com]

He suddenly turns very much shifty. "Uh, just call me Vash. What's your name, sir?"

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"Dale Cooper."

Lawman senses -- ENGAGE!

"Being Bound is a curse?"

[legendaryoutlaw.livejournal.com]

"Well, that was the impression I got when I was first told about it. I tend to wander around a lot, and the idea of being stuck here made me pretty uncomfortable at first. but when they've got all you can need, and so many interesting people, what more can you ask for?" He leans back and puts his hands up behind his head, smiling contentedly.

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"What more indeed." Cooper smiles, and raises his cup of coffee to Vash before drinking. "How long has it been?"

[legendaryoutlaw.livejournal.com]

"Ehehehehe... a day or two, as far as I can tell. I just found what looked like a random bar along the road I was traveling, and whaddya know? Next thing, I'm here."

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"Time gets a little loose in here," says Cooper wisely. "If nothing else this place is a great laboratory for exploring the nature of reality."