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Post by Fox Mulder on Jul 25, 2007 12:10:56 GMT -5
*Mulder led the way down the dank, dark tunnel that passed as a basement. He was glad, and kind of surprised, that Scully had agreed to come with him; France was a little out of their jurisdiction and they were here on their own time and dime.
But reports had come in, from trusted yet undisclosed sources, that the Flukeman--or something repulsively similar--had shown up here.
Also, he'd kind of liked that Phantom movie when he was a kid. The silent one. Not any of the ones with the singing. Except maybe Phantom of the Paradise. That movie was funny. Sometimes, Mulder liked to sing Paul Williams songs when he was drunk.
Not that he was ever drunk.*
"There should be a lake or something up ahead," *he informed Scully.* "They had to pump out all the water when they laid the foundation, then let it all back in. I mean, think about it; whatever it is, there's got to be something down here."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Jul 25, 2007 12:17:42 GMT -5
"It's probably a pack of rats," *she said irritably, wiping her hands on her pants after touching one of the slimy stone walls.* "If this is a dead end..."
I wanted to go see the Louvre, but no. Mulder's got his own agenda, of course.
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Post by Fox Mulder on Jul 25, 2007 13:03:08 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sure there are rats," *Mulder said happily.* "It's just that rats don't have round mouths and suckers--at least, not any I've met." *He thought about Krycek briefly, for some reason.* "No, Scully, I'm certain there's something going on here you won't want to have missed."
*His shoes kicked some pebbles which skittered and then plopped into water.*
"See? The lake."
*He shone the flashlight all around the dark, inky surface of the lake. He didn't noticed the change of light around them, the subtle reversal of 100 years of aging stone.*
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Jul 25, 2007 13:16:46 GMT -5
"Great. A lake. Now what?" *she crossed her arms, suddenly feeling a whole lot colder.* "Underground aliens?"
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Post by Fox Mulder on Jul 25, 2007 13:25:25 GMT -5
*Mulder rolled his eyes, hoping she couldn't see them in the darkness.*
"The flukeman is a mutant, Scully, not an alien. We've been over this. And besides; isn't it kind of, you know, romantic in the gothic sense to be exploring the cellars of the Paris Opera? Didn't you tell me your mom got you all tickets to Phantom one Christmas a few years ago, and you had to go?"
*Mulder spread out his arms and addressed the blackness.*
"DUN! DUN DUN DUN DUN DAAAAAN! DA-DUN!"
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Jul 25, 2007 13:35:47 GMT -5
*Scully grit her teeth.*
"You are a half-note away from losing your footing, there, Mulder," *she muttered.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Jul 25, 2007 14:04:10 GMT -5
*Mulder smiled lopsidedly. She loved it; he knew she did.*
"Okay. So. According to reports, the victims have been found in the sewer outlets leading from the opera and this lake; so we need to find out if this is the source. That's funny," *he frowned, pointing at a boat.* "I didn't think it was an actual lake. I thought you could wade. Was that even there before?"
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Jul 25, 2007 14:11:42 GMT -5
"You thought I could wade? You're ten kinds of a gentleman," *she said drily, turning to look at the boat.*
"It's dark--I wouldn't be surprised if we missed it before. Looks like it might not sink..."
*She inspected it carefully for any holes.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Jul 25, 2007 14:49:48 GMT -5
*Mulder swung the pack from his shoulder.*
"I brought you boots," *he said disingenuously, and showed her the tops of the waist-high rubber fisherman's pants he'd stowed away.* "But anyway, the boat. Do you do boats? I mean, it's floating now. The way you've been eating lately, it won't even notice you."
*He stepped in gingerly, trying not to think about summers in Rhode Island or on the Vineyard when he'd try to make rafts out of driftwood and failed miserably.*
"Are you coming?"
((This would be a great time for a Siren, or a Davy Jones, or someone to show up.))
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Padmé
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Post by Padmé on Jul 25, 2007 14:52:50 GMT -5
((I'll send Jonesy over.))
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Post by Davy Jones on Jul 25, 2007 14:55:49 GMT -5
It was anyone's guess as to how the Flying Dutchman managed to fit in the cellars, but it did. The crew had been showing signs of growing soft, so Jones commanded them to sail the ship up and down the lake until he told them otherwise.
Sometimes it was good to be the captain.
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Jul 25, 2007 18:34:58 GMT -5
*Scully shot Mulder a glare.*
"Oh, why don't you just try skipping me across like a flat rock, then?"
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Post by Fox Mulder on Jul 26, 2007 20:42:50 GMT -5
*Mulder leered at her playfully.*
"You haven't lost that much weight." *He picked up an oar.*
"C'mon."
*He squinted behind her, where he thought he'd seen something move. But he was interrupted by the sound of the massive ship behind him, completely impossibly placed in an underground lake.*
"Okay. That doesn't look like the Flukeman."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Jul 26, 2007 21:01:04 GMT -5
*Scully turned around to look behind them.*
"Oh my God," *she muttered breathlessly.* "That is most certainly NOT the Flukeman."
*She took out her gun and made sure it was loaded.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Jul 26, 2007 21:11:05 GMT -5
*Mulder saw what Scully was doing and fumbled for his own. He'd probably drop it in the water, but it was good to look the part, even if Scully would probably get the only shot off.*
"Ahoy!" *he called.* "Um... Who goes there?"
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