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matrixrefugeeTitle: Down the Rabbit-Hole
Day/Theme: July 31: The past is a well-closed book
Series: Aeon Flux (movie-verse)
Character/Pairing: Aeon Flux (with a flashback of Catherine Goodchild)
Rating: PG
Note: This was inspired directly by a cut scene which never made it to the DVD, but which the guys who wrote the script mentioned in their commentary. I'd love to have seen this scene in the movie... but that's what fanfic is for, non?
Aeon descended the spiral stairs into a softly-lit room with a goffered wooden ceiling and a parquetry floor covered with a finely-woven carpet. Against the walls stood floor-to ceiling shelves on which were rows of what looked like narrow boxes covered with tooled leather, standing on their ends. She approached one shelf and carefully took hold of one of the boxes, sliding out of its place. She lifted the lid, expecting to find an artifact hidden away.
Instead, the box contained smooth sheets of some crisp but flexible substance folded down the middle and sewn together at the fold, their surfaces covered with strange symbols, heiroglyphs of some language Aeon did not recognize. She turned the box over, studying it.
Something ticked in her memory...
A fire-lit room, a cold evening... someone speaking to her, a box like this in his hands...
She shook her head, clearing it. No time for dreams. She slid the book back into place on the shelf.</lj-cut
Day/Theme: July 31: The past is a well-closed book
Series: Aeon Flux (movie-verse)
Character/Pairing: Aeon Flux (with a flashback of Catherine Goodchild)
Rating: PG
Note: This was inspired directly by a cut scene which never made it to the DVD, but which the guys who wrote the script mentioned in their commentary. I'd love to have seen this scene in the movie... but that's what fanfic is for, non?
Aeon descended the spiral stairs into a softly-lit room with a goffered wooden ceiling and a parquetry floor covered with a finely-woven carpet. Against the walls stood floor-to ceiling shelves on which were rows of what looked like narrow boxes covered with tooled leather, standing on their ends. She approached one shelf and carefully took hold of one of the boxes, sliding out of its place. She lifted the lid, expecting to find an artifact hidden away.
Instead, the box contained smooth sheets of some crisp but flexible substance folded down the middle and sewn together at the fold, their surfaces covered with strange symbols, heiroglyphs of some language Aeon did not recognize. She turned the box over, studying it.
Something ticked in her memory...
A fire-lit room, a cold evening... someone speaking to her, a box like this in his hands...
She shook her head, clearing it. No time for dreams. She slid the book back into place on the shelf.</lj-cut