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Oliver Day ([personal profile] oliverplus) wrote in [community profile] shifted_logs2010-03-14 06:34 pm

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Who: Oliver Day ([livejournal.com profile] oliverplus) and Maximilien Robespierre ([livejournal.com profile] le_traitre)
Where: In the labyrinth
When: During Oliver's time rendered mute
What: Oliver and Robespierre find themselves lost in a labyrinth. Possible craziness ensues.
Warnings: None

One minute, Oliver was on his way home from work, deep in thought about how in the world he could possibly do any of his assignments without being able to speak and debating if he should just give in and hide out on the Plane until the experiment ended. He was walking a dusty lane, half-watching a rosso lizard crawling along in the road as he contemplated. It was all very normal, really--an observation that would not occur to him until about a moment later when he quite abruptly found that the road, the lizard, and the dust were all gone, and he was in some sort of stone passageway.

He stopped, understandably startled by the sudden change in location. And as he took a cursory glance around, he discovered that, on top of its unexpected appearance, this stone passageway wasn't even your run-of-the-mill, old castle gardens sort of passageway. It, in fact, had many paths, which was not odd in itself. What was odd was that these paths were going off in all directions at impossible angles. And just to top things off, the stone walls were...sparkly.

His reaction would have been along the lines of, "What the hell?" but his open mouth, as usual, produced no sound. He scowled. If the Plane was going to trap him somewhere, couldn't it at least allow him the chance to speak while he was there? But the Plane was as silent in response to his annoyance as his failing attempts at vocalisation. So, giving up that useless endeavour, he decided he'd better have a proper look around. He had a feeling there was going to be some sort of trick or game to this experience, and he didn't want to get caught off-guard.

It was at that time that he, thankfully, realised he was not alone. He didn't recognise the other man, but he smiled anyway, waving to him. Company was always better than being in the middle of a mess on your own.

[identity profile] le-traitre.livejournal.com 2010-03-15 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Traveling with Cagliostro and Lorenza was never a bore, though he wouldn't admit it. Cagliostro was always loud and conversational, but Lorenza's quiet nature served to balance it somewhat. She would keep him busy as best as she could, but on occasion he didn't mind joining in on their conversations. Today was one of those days. A conversation about the popular philosophies of the time always kept his interest, and he had been carefully explaining the nature of Rousseau's more radical views.

It was just unfortunate that the conversation had been so rudely interrupted by suddenly appearing on the Plane. Or, it seemed like the Plane. The walls still held the lustrous shimmer of the Plane's stars, but the fact they were walls--it wasn't welcome. It was certainly one of the experiments that the others on the Plane had mentioned.

Robespierre drew his sword, planning to use a psalm to help him discern the nature of the labyrinth, but the footsteps startled him. In an easy movement of a knight trained by the sword, he turned to face the young man. The sword was pointed at Oliver's neck, but the magic Robespierre could do with the sword was likely more dangerous than the blade itself.

"Who are you," he demanded simply. His voice was cool and unassuming, as if to match his quite genteel appearance.