call_me_spooky: (Do you believe)
Fox Mulder ([personal profile] call_me_spooky) wrote2008-10-07 03:19 pm

x - 0002 [The Beginning]

We seek to persuade ourselves that the fabric of time and space is whole; we speak, if at all, of a tear, as though some fundamental, solid reality has been violated. A wound through which we pass out of our rightful world into some other space, some other time; another world.
And yet, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, we want to believe that this fabric is tightly-woven and in and of itself, inviolate. This place makes me wonder, though; are there cracks through which we've slipped, somehow passing in between the warp and the woof into this City? Perhaps the weave is not so fine; stories, images, lives trickle from one to another, distorted and reflected, as we've fallen through into this one.

My name is Fox Mulder. I ended up here yesterday, and I've already been told I'm stuck. So... Might as well get the practical stuff dealt with-- I need a place to live. Couch is fine if no one's got an extra bedroom. I don't take up much space since I've got nothing with me. Happy to start paying my share of rent once I get a job. I don't mind rooming with people who think I'm fictional, provided you promise to be gentle with the existential crises.

Which, uh, brings me to the other matter. I guess I'm probably going to apply to join the police here, and they'd like a couple of letters of reference if it's possible. Which I guess, under the circumstances, it might be. So, does anyone want to recommend me to them? Only the nice stuff, please.

[identity profile] lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com 2008-10-07 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not...

The curses, the fact that people can't leave the way they came- and no-one here's really from here. Everyone's from someplace else.

[identity profile] lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com 2008-10-07 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Well.. A few, but none of them make a lot of sense.

Through windows!

[identity profile] lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
We're brought here so all our feelings can fuel the clock so it can count down to the end of all worlds- or we're all here for someone's amusement, or an experiment. Or this City has a will of its own.

The kind you look through, and see another world in- and they go both ways.

[identity profile] lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
The only evidence we know for sure is that the 'deities' got to answer to someone else.

Yes, actually.