frost ✖ cobb (nevertopple) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-08-13 00:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew fortinash, mallory "frost" reynolds, rainn brooks |
Who: Frost, Brooks, and Drew
What: Testing a dream
Where: A warehouse in Edinburgh/a house in a dream
When: Nighttime-ish?
Warnings: Well, they're going into Brooks' subconscious. Potentially everything?
Frost treaded lightly up the steps of her elegantly constructed staircase, frowning slightly at her handiwork. It was good, but it wasn't right. It was too old. Too dark. The mark would never fall for it. According to Drew's research, he liked things bright, modern, cold, and this? This was was the staircase from Frost's childhood home, in her childhood home, and therefore none of those things. Her frown deepened, and she shook her head. She hadn't meant to bring this here, and frustratingly, this wasn't the first time. The layout was right, but the look was all wrong. Time to change it.
She blinked. When she opened her eyes, she was on a completely different staircase in a completely different house – the right house. The one that passed for their mark's not-so-secret hideaway. CEOs thought they were so clever, hiding their girls-on-the-side where they thought no one could find them, but Arthur always did. Well. Arthur and Drew. They were good at their job. They all were. But they needed an architect. That much was clear.
Frost heaved a sigh and continued on up the steps. "Sorry about that," she apologized over her shoulder to the men trailing behind her, but that was the end of it. She didn't elaborate; she simply moved on. "Brooks, how's your Moira coming?"