Unpopcorning of L
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There is nothing so disorienting as one moment, knowing where you are, and the next, not.
That’s not to say L has an idea where he just was. But wherever it was, he was content there. He may not have had all the answers to his questions, or perhaps he doesn’t just remember them, but it was a comfortable state to be in.
Whereas now, he doesn’t.
It’s not very often that L is completely confused. Whether or not he has all the answers to the problem, he can usually formulate some sort of guess. The universe tends to conform to certain rational standards; if an unseen figure sets tea down at his elbow, it is usually Watari. If a woman is missing and her husband is on the television pleading for her safe return, he is usually responsible. They are simple formulas that, while not always universal, get him comfortably through the day.
There is nothing comfortable, universal, or logical about this. He takes a step, slips, and finds himself sprawled on the floor and coated in what smells like butter. He discerns that he’s surrounded by popcorn.
Ahead of him is a door. In that list of rational standards, there’s another rule. Doors lead somewhere. So L makes his way towards it, gingerly. The slightly scrawny, extremely pale, twenty year old detective (who already has deep dark circles etched underneath his eyes) pokes his head out uncertainly.
“Excuse me?”
[ooc: this L is pre-canon, and will remember nothing of past interactions here. Under new management.]
There is nothing so disorienting as one moment, knowing where you are, and the next, not.
That’s not to say L has an idea where he just was. But wherever it was, he was content there. He may not have had all the answers to his questions, or perhaps he doesn’t just remember them, but it was a comfortable state to be in.
Whereas now, he doesn’t.
It’s not very often that L is completely confused. Whether or not he has all the answers to the problem, he can usually formulate some sort of guess. The universe tends to conform to certain rational standards; if an unseen figure sets tea down at his elbow, it is usually Watari. If a woman is missing and her husband is on the television pleading for her safe return, he is usually responsible. They are simple formulas that, while not always universal, get him comfortably through the day.
There is nothing comfortable, universal, or logical about this. He takes a step, slips, and finds himself sprawled on the floor and coated in what smells like butter. He discerns that he’s surrounded by popcorn.
Ahead of him is a door. In that list of rational standards, there’s another rule. Doors lead somewhere. So L makes his way towards it, gingerly. The slightly scrawny, extremely pale, twenty year old detective (who already has deep dark circles etched underneath his eyes) pokes his head out uncertainly.
“Excuse me?”
[ooc: this L is pre-canon, and will remember nothing of past interactions here. Under new management.]
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:18 am (UTC)"...hello."
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:25 am (UTC)Hmmm....
What kind of name is L Lawliet? I mean....
Why does Ryuzaki have a lifespan under his name?
Unless....
"What, what year was it when you came here?"
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:29 am (UTC)This man is perhaps even more perturbing. L does not like feeling as though there's something he's missing, and he's getting that sense very strongly. This stranger thinks he knows him. Isn't sure what year it is. Calls him Ryuuzaki.
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:31 am (UTC)"Eh...well, this may sound strange to you, but...I know you in the future. I'll meet you in about five years."
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:34 am (UTC)"Who are you? How will we know each other?"
He finds himself a little more inclined to believe the impossible.
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 03:46 am (UTC)He carries himself like one, and it's unlikely that L would work with anyone else, no matter how difficult the case.
"Thank you Mr...?"
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 03:53 am (UTC)"Where am I?"
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 03:59 am (UTC)And why doesn't he remember?
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Date: 2008-03-10 04:05 am (UTC)Light's name was on the plaque.
Why?
"However you came here, it's not how I did. I died and reappeared here."
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Date: 2008-03-10 04:11 am (UTC)He lifts a hand to his mouth so he can gnaw on a thumb and consider.
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Date: 2008-03-10 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 04:24 am (UTC)He isn't sure where the heck to go from here; he's in a magical school covered in butter with still no concrete idea what's going on.
People always think more clearly when they feel in control. Rationally, he cannot solve this problem, by himself, so he gives the man a faintly wide eyed look, in hopes of at least being nudged in the proper direction.
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Date: 2008-03-11 02:30 am (UTC)Well, now what? God, and he thought it was bad enough dealing with his successors and Matt. Now L's here, and he doesn't even know him yet!
He just hopes right now that he doesn't lose his temper and call L by his real name. Explaining that one, yeah, that'll be fun.
"I suppose, the first thing we have to do is find out where you go. I don't see a place to vote, and you can leave, so....maybe you've been here before and don't remember. That would explain why you didn't come to the Sorting Room."
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Date: 2008-03-11 02:35 am (UTC)Police officer or not, kind or not, if Mr Yagami drops L's name on him and surprises him enough, L may have to work very hard to repress the urge to deliver a swift kick. Amusing though it would be... perhaps not.
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Date: 2008-03-11 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-11 03:28 am (UTC)He makes to follow; he has no reason not to, and it's better than staying.
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Date: 2008-03-11 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-11 05:57 pm (UTC)L sounds downright pleased. Even from a different age, Mello, Matt and Near will be good to meet.
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Date: 2008-03-12 01:29 am (UTC)He delibrately refrained from mentioning Near or Mello.
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Date: 2008-03-12 01:31 am (UTC)He also knows why Mello and Near were left out there... or, thinks he does. They've changed a little.