The Tea Room (Renovated)

[The Ace]

Don't remind her.

[No One]

Bah! Siggy is the ultimate soldier. Even if he's not allowed to use lethal force...

*a tremour runs through the Tea room, as of something very large and, maybe, lethal, has taken place in the cupboard...*

...erm, like that.

[mirinda]

Hi Freda dear....sorry fell asleep. How are you miss spider?

[The Ace]

Happy you back.

Flattery'll get you nowhere, Freda.

[No One]

*hears a godawful din coming from the cupboard and peers into the darkness...*

Oooo, that doesn't sound good.

[mirinda]

Oh yes it will. *HUGS* Here Freda *tosses som crisps*

[chrispenycate]

So where's this cupboard? Yes, I know it took me a while to get here, but see this – everyone got sunglasses? Look away, then.

Let There Be Light.

Beams of light almost solid enough to walk on spread out through all the windows; and in the tearoom itself… it's like being in the heart of an electronic flash when it goes off, except that it goes on – and on – and then, after probably ten seconds is dimmed to reasonable.

The light of the far past – see, Freda, I told you they'd be useful – a few hours after the big bang.

Impressive, no?

[No One]

*Sees Siggy emerge from the cupboard as he dies... and when the dust is settled sees Hoopy standing in the doorway beyond...*

...Heh...if I stand very still, maybe she won't see me...

[HoopyFrood]

*Steps over withered Sig and then recoils and covers her eyes* Holy crap, my sweet, sweet eyes! Argh!

[No One]

*starts serruptiously backing off as Hoopy is momentarily blinded...*

[chrispenycate]

That is days really past, young lady; not your recent darkness.

Ah, I should have issued the sofa with shades *noticing it cowering behind a beanbag* but I don't know what it sees with.
*an elegantly bespectacled Tangle take a swipe at the sofa*

[HoopyFrood]

*Scrunches up her eyes and covers them with her hands*

It's not about recent and past.

It's about darkness and the death of the light and the feeling that it will never return. It the deepest darkest that creeps into the mind in the coldest months, when it seems endless...

*Darkness is starting to creep out of the open cupboard door hole again as she talks*

[No One]

*Pangs of agony shoot up his arm*

Gah! The pain!

Dammit Siggy, why'd you have to die on me!

But erm...say Hoopster, ol' buddy ol' pal, now that you're here, how about you fix up my arm eh?

[HoopyFrood]

*Tries to peek through her hands, but the darkness is still pushing against the intruding light and taking its sweet time to provide her with adequate shadow*

Hah, yeah, you're hilarious. I can make your other arm match, though. Everyone loves symmetry. *Scrunches her eyes and stretches out somewhat blindly towards No*

[No One]

...eep!

*turns and starts to run for the exit*