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thebestseller) wrote2010-01-21 11:48 am
thebestseller) wrote2010-01-21 11:48 am
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OOC: Memory #1 (Touch/Taste)
[[This scene is from the episode "Always Buy Retail". Since it's touch/taste, it may be a tad confusing- what's going on is Derrick and his partner, Beckett, are in someone's apartment and hiding behind a countertop while a suspect shoots at them. Beckett can't get up long enough to shoot back without putting herself in danger, so Derrick finally gets a shot of the perp with his phone to allow her to get an angle. He then spots a bottle of champagne in a nearby fridge, shakes it hard, and pops the cork at the perp, knocking him off-balance long enough for Beckett to get her shot in.
Derrick's punishment is to have a high-pitched voice, a la inhaling helium, and be stuck wearing a grass skirt for 4 days.]]
Derrick was on his hands and knees. He could tell that much. More than that was beyond him, however- he couldn't see or even hear. Small pieces of something rained onto his back. He then sat up against something hard, shaking himself off like a dog.
There was a long period during which more pieces of- SOMETHING would occasionally fall on him, and he could feel himself wincing, but nothing more. He then felt himself speak- which was the oddest sensation without sound to accompany it- and gesture. Derrick then fell silent and flinched once more. He felt himself pull something out of his pocket- perhaps a phone- press a few buttons on it, and hold it up, then jerk it back down and hold it out as yet more debris fell on him.
Derrick then slid across the floor, wrapping his hand around what seemed like a refrigerator door handle, opening it and taking out a bottle. He began to frantically unwrap the paper from around the top of it before rolling to the side, shaking with all of his might, before swiftly leaping to his feet and popping the cork.
He could feel cold champagne flowing and fizzing over his hands. He took a few steps forward, then raised the bottle for a drink. It tasted quite nice.
Then the memory faded...
Derrick's punishment is to have a high-pitched voice, a la inhaling helium, and be stuck wearing a grass skirt for 4 days.]]
Derrick was on his hands and knees. He could tell that much. More than that was beyond him, however- he couldn't see or even hear. Small pieces of something rained onto his back. He then sat up against something hard, shaking himself off like a dog.
There was a long period during which more pieces of- SOMETHING would occasionally fall on him, and he could feel himself wincing, but nothing more. He then felt himself speak- which was the oddest sensation without sound to accompany it- and gesture. Derrick then fell silent and flinched once more. He felt himself pull something out of his pocket- perhaps a phone- press a few buttons on it, and hold it up, then jerk it back down and hold it out as yet more debris fell on him.
Derrick then slid across the floor, wrapping his hand around what seemed like a refrigerator door handle, opening it and taking out a bottle. He began to frantically unwrap the paper from around the top of it before rolling to the side, shaking with all of his might, before swiftly leaping to his feet and popping the cork.
He could feel cold champagne flowing and fizzing over his hands. He took a few steps forward, then raised the bottle for a drink. It tasted quite nice.
Then the memory faded...