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"What are you doing here?"

Romeo would have been faster to answer the question if he'd known where here was. It was a bedroom, and one that was no doubt lovely when it wasn't in a shambles. But it was in a shambles now -- bedclothes tossed everywhere, strawberries spilling from an overturned table, debris and glass on the floor. He turned away from the mess to see who addressed him. The slender brunette bore no less hostility in her eyes than anyone else here, but she was the first to speak to him.

He shook his head. "I know not. My name is -"

"Idiot. I know who you are," the woman -- Mal -- claimed. "But why are you here like this? You're a boy." She came toward Romeo before he could answer, something almost hypnotic in her slow walk. "Do you still know what it is to be a lover? To be half of a whole?"

"Since I was sixteen, I've not been anything else," Romeo answered. It was possible he'd spent the last four years waiting for someone to ask him that question. "Aye. I know. Too well."

"Then you might guess my riddle," Mal said, and lightly touched his chest. "You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But... it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?"

Romeo seldom heard his own voice from outside his head, and the man who spoke next stayed obscured and unrecognizable in shadows. Otherwise, he would have had more to think about than the riddle.

"Because you'll be together."

"Because you'll be together," Romeo repeated eagerly, thinking it a rather beautiful answer -- and was completely ignored by the couple as a slight, dark-haired girl entered the room and Mal's questioning began anew.

As for Romeo, he was taking a miraculously unbroken bottle of champagne and going off to look for Jim.

[OOC: Bits borrowed from Inception. For the other dreamverse hitchhiker, should he want!]

Date: 2011-06-08 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] answer2bheard.livejournal.com
"I'm pretty used to gray, from back home." Into the water went Jim's last pebble, and then he was sifting through the sand for more. "And rocks, and sharp cliffs. Here is kind of like Montressor, that way, but with way more water. Besides, the whole first week I was there was cold. We were in some place with these... really hairy guys with horns on their helmets. And all this last week it's just been rain and dark."

He smiled a little.

"But it's nice, even if the weather is kind of awful. I mean... that fresh start. Back home, Hawkins is just the name people call if they want a refill on their purp juice. But anywhere else... It can be whatever I make of it, right?"

Date: 2011-06-08 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] answer2bheard.livejournal.com
"So..." Jim tossed his handful of pebbles into the air, managing to catch them all again as they fell. "Maybe we keep it from crumbling. If whoever made it doesn't want it anymore anyhow, it can't hurt, right?"

Jim pulled himself to his own feet, offering Romeo a lopsided smile. Apparently, he was the sort to dream big. "And I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have it all fall down on us while we're here."

Date: 2011-06-08 03:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] answer2bheard.livejournal.com
"Great! Then I say we start with..."

Wow, there was no shortage of decay to pick from, really.

"That one!" And he pointed at the building nearest. Mostly because it was nearest to them. "And we can save the champagne to celebrate with, when it's done."


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