Unpopcorning of L

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

Pop!
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.]

Comments

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"I will choose one for them." He has plenty of names, too. He is the top three detectives in the world, after all.

"That might be helpful. I am not sure which rooms are taken."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"I take it you know our names, right?"

Matt leads him out into the main Ravenclaw corridor.

"I think almost all of these ones are free, actually... Mello and Near are over there." He indicates a door a little further along, on the opposite side. "They're all different sizes. Ones on that side have windows, too."

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"I will take one a suitable distance away, with a window." He squints at the door and tries to estimate how loud they could possibly be.

It's Near. He's a small person. His lung capacity cannot be massive.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

He notes the non-answer. He also notes the 'suitable distance away' comment, and snickers.

"Down this way, maybe?" Mello and Near stay four doors to the right of Matt; a room further to the left, on their side, would probably do.

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"Acceptable. As long as you do not plan to engage in excessive amounts of enthusiastic sex?"

He delivers this absolutely seriously.

"I would rather not move out of the frying pan, into the fire."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt - who is a little touchy about this after being harassed by Mello via owl - turns bright red. "I'm not having sex with anyone," he informs L.

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"Alright," says L, backing down on the teasing immediately.

"This suits me fine." He saw a little out of the window. They're high enough up.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"And I don't want to."

He adds this because if there is one way to prove that you totally don't care about something, it's to continue talking about it after the subject has been dropped.

"When I got here, some of my stuff started appearing under the bed. Pretty handy system, even if most of it was stuff I'd lost years ago."

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"That is a relief. I will need my clothes."

He doesn't have anything of particular sentimental value, but whatever appears will be useful.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Clothes and games are about all that I got. A computer might have been nice, or some of my tech stuff."

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"Do you think what you use will be impossible to find?"

He knows Matt will be above the level of 'pick it up at future shop.'

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt shrugs. "Tricky, but not impossible. It depends how long I've really been out of action for, you know? Near says three years. If that's true it would all have been obsolete by now anyway; I need to find out what I'd have upgraded to, if I hadn't died. A lot of catching up to do."

A hint of real excitement in his voice as he speaks; this is his sort of challenge.

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"And from your tone, you will enjoy it."

He smiles.

"Thank you for your help, Matt. I will return your clothes when I have mine again."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I'll get in touch about getting ourselves some computers." He grins, hands deep in pockets. "Again, it was good to meet you. The house elves shouldn't be too long with your stuff."

And he left, already rummaging for another cigarette.