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(Samson)
"The furnace might eplain why he was on fire. It doesn`t say either why he was dead, or why he was in the furnace." *Hands Samson a sturdy umbrella from the free Umbrella stand, while taking up a thick handled broom for himself from the closet behind the counter. (Closet?)* *He hands Aubrey the manual carpet lint-roller-picker-upper- thing- chuckling* "What *good* is multi-dimensional mathematics anyway - Its not exactly *real.* Uncaring, and inhuman." *Opens the door a crack, and peeks down the steps.* |
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[Winston] "Mathematician? Brilliant. I`m a bit a numbers man myself; lab work. Mostly DNA tests, like CSI but the boring stuff. And fish sometimes too.
Lugoyovitch? Is that his name? How did you find that? Wasn`t he in the furnace? Isn`t that how he caught fire? I thought someone had reached that conclusion. Wait, are you saying we are in another... dimension? Brilliant. A mathematician and a reporter. That is an odd combination, if I may say." I move towards the basement as well, also looking for something that might be cricket-bat-esque. "This is getting stranger by the minute. And it`s already really strange." |
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(Aubrey)
"X-files? No, I was a mathematician in another life. It was a bit boring really. What I`m talking about is an established part of String Theory, and more broadly M-theory. Its just that until now- there`s been nothing like a way to prove that such a thing can happen. Figuring out the movement of "duration" would help me sketch some ideas of what`s going on. Would that really help us right now? Only in so far as I hope we have no trouble walking back in or out of our own world. It won`t tell us about why the dead are walking or burning." (Samson) "Speaking of burning, you never told me why you thought Mr. Lugoyovitch was in the furnace?" (Samson & Aubrey) "Let`s go, look at the doors" *Heads back to the door. Stops. Moves laptop as if to protect it form wind from the door, or running dead people coming from the basement. Then asks-* (Aubrey) "Is there anything like a bat or a crowbar around, either for the shelves or Mr. Crispy, "I`m not dead yet?" |
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(Winston) "Yeah, sorry. I was lost in thought there for a minute. I saw at least two doors down there, behind boxes and rubbish and such. Like someone tried to hide them. And I do laundry down there all the time, no one has told me I can`t.
I`m not sure where I am. I thought I was in New York... but I think I remember visiting Florida yesterday. But I`m here, in my building, except it`s not my building." (Aubrey & Winston) "Should we check out those doors?" |
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(Winston) Winston, you watch a lot of Star Trek and X-files don`t you? | ||
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(Aubrey)
Just that, before he went silent, Samson said there were doors down that that looked like someone had tried to hide them. I didn`t see anything- both of those things seem weird- that someone`d try to hide doors- and that I didn`t see anything. Most of the time if I don`t notice- there`s nothing to notice- its one of the reasons I became a reporter. "Hawk Eye" sorta thing. You know like when the room numbers keep moving around from floor to floor- or rooms aren`t there any more. Usually if I don`t notice- it- it`s not there. It`s gone. But here- who knows- maybe its only there for some people - so I had to ask. Its why I keep asking -not that anyone`s answering. You see I`ve got a stable theory that we are in a building that isn`t in a stable geometry- its in a multi-N-dimensional brane. That`s the warped torus here. So just about anything goes- since the laws of physics- and everything else wouldn`t necessarily be the same -because at some point upon entering the hotel- we walked out of our universe and into another. The wackiness with Time, and the fact that at least me and Samson didn`t enter the hotel from the same city supports it. You haven`t told me what city you originally walk in from yet BTW. And until you do I`ll assume you live here and secretly have three hearts and fangs. Not that a city would disprove the three hearts and fangs thing.... Anyway- if these two don`t snap out of it soon- I think I want to brave the currently snoozing, formerly walking fiery dead, and look at the doors. |
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[Jacob and Svetlana] Da...I was in Baton Rouge. | ||
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[Svetlana] What do you mean street signs like the ones out there? | ||
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(Winston)....um...yeah....why do you ask? | ||
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[Allison]
You know...the Mariners, the Seahawks...the Space Needle...birthplace of Jimi Hendrix, final resting place of Bruce and Brandon Lee, and the home of Starbucks...where it rains all the time. It`d be a hell of a fare to catch a taxi from my house, or what`s left of it, all the way to Chicago. And I don`t make that kind of money. |
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(Aubrey) Did you see any doors down there? Other than the furnace door? I must be slipping.
(Samson) So Samson, cat got your tongue? |
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[Jacob and Svetlana] I came here from Chicago. What are you talking about "Seattle?" | ||
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[Svetlana]
Someone asked me that earlier. Like I told them...I was in Seattle when I checked in the hotel. If anything has changed, I haven`t explored the area around here enough to find out otherwise. |
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I pause in a sudden, frightening thought.
"I have never seen a cathedral like this, or the street signs like the ones which are outside..." I start to shake in fear. "Do we even know what city are we in?" |
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[Jacob and Svetlana] I do NOT like this music.
I approach the altar looking for any other decorations, vestments, accoutrements etc. Is there a lectern or pulpit? Is there a book on it? In particular, are there any doors into the sacristy, etc? Were there any doors along the nave? In the lobby? |
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(Samson) Mm-hm. So you were doing laundry? I didn`t think guests were allowed. You said you thought Mr. Brown Suit was in the furnace and that he doesn`t work here. How do you know? I made a duration estimator. The clocks don`t work -but we still move so there`s duration- I`m estimating what the time would be- if there`s still such a thing. *Where* were the doors? (Aubrey) Here let me get out of the way. *moves and moves trash can out from counter area- so Aubrey can get to it with what she`s carrying.* |
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[Svetlana]
"I don`t know, but let`s see if we can find out." I walk down an aisle, pausing to smell one |