UNHOLY DISORDER

[livestage]

[Something is wrong with the room you are in.

At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.

But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.

You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.

You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.

But so are you.]

Comments

Re: DISCUSSION

[demolition]

Hey there!

[ going to reach for Phoenix to pull him back ]

You can't have him! [ to. the book but also ] C'monnn.

Re: DISCUSSION

[nicetomeatyou]

[He's dragged further and further. His world becomes ink and pages, flesh and script, bone and everything beyond.

- But she gets to him just before the teeth would close on his head and neck, before his mind would join.

With one amazing heave, he is pulled wetly from whatever was inside.

What side of him was in the book is now stained with words that make no sense and mean nothing. A literary scream.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[restitui]

[ YOU KNOW. You know in another universe this would feel....


Okay, familiar is not the right word. But it sure is ironic. Like being pulled into another life, another make believe world except -

He can feel their pain like its his own, from the crazy loud voices. He is one of them - wherever they are he belongs there. He has to. He's pulled and pulled and the story becomes his own, the pain becomes his own. Words and stories and lives tear and etch and then -

He hears Buttercup in a distant way, unreachable. Unable to truly be known because she is there and he is here and now -

Now, in the last moment, before he can be pulled he's back and gasping for air, the scream is still in his throat and the book is dropped. Forgotten (fully). But the lingering feeling doesn't loosen.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[demolition]

C'mon, c'mon, there's. . . like. You can't just leave like that, you know? There's a lot going on!

Re: DISCUSSION

[restitui]

Where -?

[ Where am I? He means to say. Not here. This is wrong. This is all wrong, those melancholy voices scream and his throat feels raw as he turns wildly to Buttercup. ]

Here. [ He's here. That's right. With them. ] Right - I'm sorry - I don't.





Don't touch the books.

Re: DISCUSSION

[demolition]

Ha. The books. Right. I mean, who would touch the books? Only nerds, am I right? Yeah, only nerds.

[ she kind of. fidgets with her hands unsure what to do. comfort? what's that? ]

So, like, you good now?