flowerbox | Post-Moebius Liminal

In the sky above, a patchwork of papel picado. Below, a pit full of sugar skulls, surrounding a massive circular altar, each 'step' four feet tall and decorated with pictures. And at the very top of the altar, there were no more pictures but rather a table filled with foods Xena has never seen before. But those of another time, and another place, would know them as pan de meurto, mole chicken, and sopa azteca. All around, floating gracefully in the air despite the lack of a breeze, are orange marigolds.

She remembers nothing of how she came to this place. Her sword is drawn, and the sugar skulls crunch beneath her feet as she steps slowly through the landscape, always circling, always looking for the threat. She doesn't know how she got here, and yet she knows deep within her soul that there has been death. There has been pain.

And she hasn't seen Gabrielle in some time.

Xena steps towards the altar, her sword still raised. She looks at the pictures, and frowns. She recognises no faces, but there's something familiar...and over there, there's a picture of her. Should she know these people?

And how in Zeus's name did the artist make these pictures so...real?

[[ooc: the setting of this is the Liminal Space immediate after Moebius - so please let me know if your character is in fact a pre-Moebius vet! They don't have to be to tag in, but I'd just like to know just in case we decide to make any threads game canon]]

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"Some kinda inbetween space," Riddick agrees. "I tried punchin' a wall before, when I first came back here. It fixed itself." He was pissed off, okay, and the wall was handy. He's still pissed off, he's just keeping it tightly under wraps at the moment because he has vague "I trust this person" feelings. That, and blindly raging at everything and everyone won't help him figure out what the fuck is going on.

"Fixed itself, huh?" she says, a thoughtful look on her face. Then, quick as a flash, she grabs her chakram and sends it flying towards the altar, the air screeching as it goes. It bounces off of one picture, smashing it - and then another, and another, and another, before it finally flies back to Xena.

She reaches up and catches it, holding it in the air as she stares at the picture. The pictures are a tattered mess of paper and glass, and with Xena's eyes on them, they don't change one bit.

"Well they don't look fixed to me," she says dryly.

"Give it a few minutes, and stop lookin' at it, and it'll get there," Riddick instructs, having watched that weapon sailing around-- and taken a judicious step back, one arm half up in defense, just in case. "I take it you're about as pissed off as I am-- or you just like breakin' stuff." Because that's even more destruction than he'd taken part in. And he kind of wants one of those weapons.

She glances at him slidelong for a moment, then, humoring him, turns around so that her back is facing the photos.

"What's a little destruction if it's just going to fix itself?" Xena reasons. "And besides, there's a chance it might attract the attention of whichever gods' in charge of this place. I'd like to have a few words with them."

"I'm gonna guess that's not gonna happen any time soon," Riddick says, but less skeptically and more thoughtfully-- and with annoyance. "I got the impression I've been here... a while. And never met anybody in charge, not once."

"I feel the same," Xena admits. "I feel like there's memories, hiding just beneath the surface, but no matter how hard I try I just can't seem to reach them. I've never seen this place before, I don't remember you and yet none of this surprises me."

"Yeah, it's... pretty fucked up," Riddick has to admit. "Then again, so was what we just did, I think. Maybe the whole thing is fucked up." That sounds about right, and he's pissed off enough to want to apply "fucked up" to pretty much everything, anyway.

"Perhaps it's best we don't remember," she says grimly. "We might not like it if we did."

"Maybe not. Can't be worse than shit I've already been through before." Riddick pauses, then comments, "I can still remember my life. Before all this." He jerks his head behind him, at liminal in general. "So whatever happened, they did a pretty selective block."

"So can I," Xena says. And she's glad for that, more than anything; she can endure many things, has already survived so much. But not remembering Gabrielle, not knowing what she meant to her?

She'd rather die.

"How long do you think we'll be here?" she asks. "I might not remember much, but I know we don't usually stay in this place long."

He pauses, frowns, and looks around. "That, I don't know. Ain't been all that long yet. I think... I think there's a couple other people I wanna check on. Make sure they made it through."

Xena nods, understanding.

"I hope you find them," she says.

"Me, too," he says, more seriously than he'd like. "Oh, and by the way."

He points behind her, where the pictures and decorations she'd smashed have reformed, as if nothing had ever happened.

She turns, looks behind her, and smiles.

"Well, would you look at that," she says. She grabs her chakram off her belt, and raises it into the air with a wild grin at Riddick.

"Guess I'll just have to break them again, won't I?"

Even as on edge and grumpy as he is, he has to smirk in response to that grin. Maybe there's a reason he feels like he likes her, after all. "You have fun with that," is what he says, and turns explore liminal space a little in search of... someone.

He'll know them when he sees them.

Post-Moebius Liminal

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