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DALE COOPER → TWIN PEAKS TEXT | ACTION | PROMPT

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[ the problem with dreams is that they're subconscious. uncontrollable. cooper doesn't know the room is coming, red curtains rushing headlong toward him before he's already there in the midst of it, shoes clicking on the floor, echoing throughout the curtained walls in a way that it shouldn't.

he hears the chide, but says nothing for a moment, eyes trailing about the room. he stares at her. ]

I didn't mean to.

[ it's different than the last time. he's not older. he's just the same as he was before he went to sleep, and there's no laura palmer sitting across the way from him, all secrets and kisses and arms. what she said to him still escapes him. ]

I need to wake up.

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But will you wake up?

[she seizes the chance to kiss the statue lightly on the lips--a pure intention for the goddess of beauty--before turning around, observing the stranger.]

This could be your reality, and where you were before you went to sleep could be your dream. Who's to say you haven't already woken up?

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I have a case.

[ as if that's explanation enough. a shadow drifts along the red of the curtains, momentarily obscuring the woman and the statue from view. they flicker. the hairs of the back of his neck stand on end. ]

You weren't here before.

Were you here before?

[erythristic]

If you mean me specifically, no, I just transferred.

However, if you mean I, then I've always been here.

[one slow step towards him, then another.]

I exist as I always have, for you and your father and your grandfather and his grandfather. For your mother and your grandmother and her grandmother. But judging from your expression, you haven't met me personally. Only secondhand, I'd wager.

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A little presumptuous to say that without introductions, don't you think?

[ wherever he is, whatever he's doing, his focus seems to have returned to something akin to full alertness, even if this only does exist inside his head right now (and that's debatable). she moves forward, but he stays where he is, shoulders squaring as she approaches. ]

[erythristic]

You first.

[but, Dale Cooper, you know who she is--what she is. there embracing Laura Palmer's soul, there as fall changes to winter. can you look at her and tell her that you don't know enough about Death to recognize it?]

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You already know me. You're in my head. [ because regardless of everything, he's still convinced that he's asleep, even if this room and its curtains and that sleepy jazz drifting through the air are the only reality there is. there should be some trepidation to his voice, but really, there's only the hint of fascination. ]

Dale Cooper.

[erythristic]

Grell Sutcliffe. Charmed, Mr. Cooper.

[she chuckles, running through the list in her head--a lucky one, to not be on it right now. maybe later she'd look him up.]

If this is your head, I admire your taste in decor.

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[ he continues to eye her, facing her straight-on. the death situation hasn't quite dawned on him yet, but he's used to riddles here. he'll pay it more attention after he wakes up.

if he wakes up. ]

You familiar with psychology at all?

[erythristic]

[it's not his time. doesn't mean she can't toy with him a little.]

I've glanced at it. Half of it is true, half of it is so wrong it's hilarious. But tell me what bearing psychology has on us.

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The decor. You just mentioned it. [ he's not used to being the one with the answers in this place. he can't help it - he grins. ] Red, black. White. Makes you wonder what your inner workings are really on about.