A Jean-Paul Sartre kind of Hell, with the whispering damned all about him, nothing to be done, nowhere to go, every bodily need such as food and sleep and blinking rendered unnecessary.
Or:
Winged angels (even in his mind, Sirius thinks winged as two syllables, wing-ed), clouds and harpsong, the same lack of bodily needs but this time with the sense of peace and not of incompletion.
What about:
Blank nothingness. As unknown and dark as a mother's womb, and with as complete a lack of sensation until he was ripped from it.
Sure.
Sirius could have told any story he chose. And he probably could have made the others believe it.
But he wouldn't. And it wasn't because he respected his friends too much to lie.
And it wasn't because he didn't remember.
It was because Sirius knew that memory--with a capital M--was absolutely worthless.
Memory was easy to fool, easy to wipe and replace. By spell, by time, by whatever powers had put him behind the fucking veil in the first place. Whatever it was could just have easily shown him what it wanted him to see. What it wanted him to tell. Been some willful force with willful intent, letting him go free purposely, the messenger carrying, not merely the message, but the plague-germ itself.
Had the Trojan Horse had a consciousness?
Sirius wasn't going to be anyone's easy mark. Not if he could help it.
So he didn't tell them what he remembered. Didn't say, "I don't know." Instead, he folded his lips together into a silent line, and turned an expression so final on all who wanted to ask the what and the where and the why that it shook every goddamn adverb out of their heads for good.
So there was no one else that they could ask. Except Voldemort. Or Harry.
God, Harry.
If Sirius thought too hard about Harry, ever, he was running a risk. One that might, at its most harmless, have him burying his fingers in his hair and tightening his grip and maybe not letting go until he had pulled out a double handful of black strands.
At its worst, he might walk right out and go straight into the hands of Voldemort, just to be able to stand next to Harry and look into his eyes, and from there...well, Sirius had no idea if he would scream at Harry, or strangle him, or simply lie down at his feet and say, do what you want with me, if it'll bring you back to yourself.
None of those things were going to work. So Sirius didn't want to think too hard about Harry.
Thinking about Dumbledore was safer. Thinking about Dumbledore got into his bones and his gut and made him want to find something to break. Or change into Padfoot and never re-emerge.
But not, however, turn himself over to the side of the Dark.
And that was what it was all about, wasn't it? Not letting Voldemort win.
In some way the bastard had already done that. If he had Harry, then how much more of the world that Sirius cared about was left to fall to him?
But he owed it to Moony. Not to Harry (there was no "owing"; that was stupid), not to Dumbledore (Dumbledore didn't do it for him, but for Harry). Remus was there, though, and he was the one Sirius owed.
Not to keep on, no. He could manage to do that without owing anyone. But what he owed to Moony was a civil front. Words that sounded like things still mattered.
Some pretense of self-preservation.
Right.
And he owed it to Remus not to take it out on him. That, Sirius wasn't so good at. Even if Remus forgave him, time and again.
Remus.
When Remus crawled into bed with him in the night, or he with Remus, there'd never been a need for any explanation, that it was for comfort and not for sex. That unnerved him, a little. Shouldn't they have had that spoken out loud at some point? Was he so transparent--
No. Not like that. It was just that it was Moony, after all.
And because it was Moony, he didn't have to worry. They could have done that, had they liked. If it had seemed right. He could have slid down and begun to lick Remus's breastbone in the way that always got him sighing, biting at his chest hair, or Remus could have reached down to Sirius's thigh and wrapped his hand about his cock, fingering him just so until he stiffened, and Sirius could have returned the favor, and it wouldn't have had to mean anything. Just sex--or not even sex, according to some definitions.
But it never proceeded further than the bed-sharing. Or, outside of the bed, nothing further than a kiss. And that on the forehead, or the cheek or the chin. Never directly on the mouth.
None of that disturbed him. It disturbed him that it didn't disturb him. Shouldn't he want it to be different?
Instead, he kissed Remus on the forehead or the cheek or the chin. And didn't have to talk about it.
And did whatever he could not to think about Harry.
A year has passed since the battle at the Department of Mysteries, and the wizarding world is embroiled in civil war, the Phoenix Knights on one side, the Death Eaters on the other, and the Ministry of Magic torn ragged between them.
Loyalties are tested as the Dark wizard who styles himself Lord Voldemort embarks on a new, more insidious campaign. Harry Potter retrieves his godfather from death itself, at the cost of Dumbledore's life and Harry's sanity.

amanuensis1 as Sirius Black
cluegirl as Draco Malfoy
blackdracaena as Nymphadora Tonks
fluffyllama as Peter Pettigrew
gmth as Lucius Malfoy
maeglinyedi as Lord Voldemort and Remus Lupin
ficbymarks as Neville Longbottom
nimori as Harry Potter
gaaak as Bill Weasley
snapetoy as Severus Snape
Auditions for new players are being accepted. See the website for details on which characters are available. Play officially begins on March 8, 2004.
Or:
Winged angels (even in his mind, Sirius thinks winged as two syllables, wing-ed), clouds and harpsong, the same lack of bodily needs but this time with the sense of peace and not of incompletion.
What about:
Blank nothingness. As unknown and dark as a mother's womb, and with as complete a lack of sensation until he was ripped from it.
Sure.
Sirius could have told any story he chose. And he probably could have made the others believe it.
But he wouldn't. And it wasn't because he respected his friends too much to lie.
And it wasn't because he didn't remember.
It was because Sirius knew that memory--with a capital M--was absolutely worthless.
Memory was easy to fool, easy to wipe and replace. By spell, by time, by whatever powers had put him behind the fucking veil in the first place. Whatever it was could just have easily shown him what it wanted him to see. What it wanted him to tell. Been some willful force with willful intent, letting him go free purposely, the messenger carrying, not merely the message, but the plague-germ itself.
Had the Trojan Horse had a consciousness?
Sirius wasn't going to be anyone's easy mark. Not if he could help it.
So he didn't tell them what he remembered. Didn't say, "I don't know." Instead, he folded his lips together into a silent line, and turned an expression so final on all who wanted to ask the what and the where and the why that it shook every goddamn adverb out of their heads for good.
So there was no one else that they could ask. Except Voldemort. Or Harry.
God, Harry.
If Sirius thought too hard about Harry, ever, he was running a risk. One that might, at its most harmless, have him burying his fingers in his hair and tightening his grip and maybe not letting go until he had pulled out a double handful of black strands.
At its worst, he might walk right out and go straight into the hands of Voldemort, just to be able to stand next to Harry and look into his eyes, and from there...well, Sirius had no idea if he would scream at Harry, or strangle him, or simply lie down at his feet and say, do what you want with me, if it'll bring you back to yourself.
None of those things were going to work. So Sirius didn't want to think too hard about Harry.
Thinking about Dumbledore was safer. Thinking about Dumbledore got into his bones and his gut and made him want to find something to break. Or change into Padfoot and never re-emerge.
But not, however, turn himself over to the side of the Dark.
And that was what it was all about, wasn't it? Not letting Voldemort win.
In some way the bastard had already done that. If he had Harry, then how much more of the world that Sirius cared about was left to fall to him?
But he owed it to Moony. Not to Harry (there was no "owing"; that was stupid), not to Dumbledore (Dumbledore didn't do it for him, but for Harry). Remus was there, though, and he was the one Sirius owed.
Not to keep on, no. He could manage to do that without owing anyone. But what he owed to Moony was a civil front. Words that sounded like things still mattered.
Some pretense of self-preservation.
Right.
And he owed it to Remus not to take it out on him. That, Sirius wasn't so good at. Even if Remus forgave him, time and again.
Remus.
When Remus crawled into bed with him in the night, or he with Remus, there'd never been a need for any explanation, that it was for comfort and not for sex. That unnerved him, a little. Shouldn't they have had that spoken out loud at some point? Was he so transparent--
No. Not like that. It was just that it was Moony, after all.
And because it was Moony, he didn't have to worry. They could have done that, had they liked. If it had seemed right. He could have slid down and begun to lick Remus's breastbone in the way that always got him sighing, biting at his chest hair, or Remus could have reached down to Sirius's thigh and wrapped his hand about his cock, fingering him just so until he stiffened, and Sirius could have returned the favor, and it wouldn't have had to mean anything. Just sex--or not even sex, according to some definitions.
But it never proceeded further than the bed-sharing. Or, outside of the bed, nothing further than a kiss. And that on the forehead, or the cheek or the chin. Never directly on the mouth.
None of that disturbed him. It disturbed him that it didn't disturb him. Shouldn't he want it to be different?
Instead, he kissed Remus on the forehead or the cheek or the chin. And didn't have to talk about it.
And did whatever he could not to think about Harry.
A year has passed since the battle at the Department of Mysteries, and the wizarding world is embroiled in civil war, the Phoenix Knights on one side, the Death Eaters on the other, and the Ministry of Magic torn ragged between them.
Loyalties are tested as the Dark wizard who styles himself Lord Voldemort embarks on a new, more insidious campaign. Harry Potter retrieves his godfather from death itself, at the cost of Dumbledore's life and Harry's sanity.

Auditions for new players are being accepted. See the website for details on which characters are available. Play officially begins on March 8, 2004.
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Date: 2004-03-01 01:37 am (UTC)I'd like to try out as a Weasley Twin, but I probably wouldn't stick to it. :(
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Date: 2004-03-01 01:43 am (UTC)Dammit.
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The plot seams really nice too. I'm going to join the group and follow the game if you don't mind.
I wish I could participate, but I have no experience in RPG and am not a native speaker.
I'm looking forward to reading you guys.
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Date: 2004-03-01 02:25 am (UTC)I applied. :D I had a couple of problems with the form, though- could you let me know if it came through okay?
*g*
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Date: 2004-03-01 02:40 am (UTC)I hope the forms aren't bouncing too, if they're being sent to the same address.
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Date: 2004-03-01 05:01 am (UTC)Well, there's that and the fact that I don't know the first thing about how RPG's work. And I've never really collaborated with other writers, so I wouldn't know where to begin.
Still, I've joined the Yahoo! group as a lurker. This sounds really fascinating, and I can't wait to see what you all come up with. :)
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Date: 2004-03-01 05:30 am (UTC)having read the synopsis, i would just like to say: Holy fuck.
Thank you.
I would really love to follow the game but I am not sure the rpg-via-email format will work for me. But if I decide to try it, Oh, boy. Wow. This ought to be very interesting.
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Date: 2004-03-01 05:59 am (UTC)And if I join one I'll never finish my fics.
I don't suppose you need a Hermione or a Ginny...no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 08:10 am (UTC)*joins group to lurk* To hell with it. ;)
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:25 am (UTC)But no more RPGs for me. Good luck though, looks brilliant!
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Date: 2004-03-01 02:41 pm (UTC)I love this and I love Sirius and I love the puppy smut.. and damn I'm excited.
*melts into a puddle*
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Date: 2004-03-01 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 03:20 pm (UTC)*applies*
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Date: 2004-03-02 12:54 am (UTC)And what does
buckles down and works hardapplies for Mad-Eye Moody. *facepalm*no subject
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Date: 2004-03-02 11:28 am (UTC)OMG, just shivering. THEIRLOVEISSODEEPITONLYMADDENSTHEM!!!! *pants*
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Date: 2004-03-03 08:41 pm (UTC)Now, on to the topic at hand. I have some FFRPG background (free-form rpg, like a giant story with many pc and npc alike, and forum-wide plots) but I find myself a little resistant to join this in anything other than a lurker, just because of all the greatness that seems to be joining up. I'm a little intimidated. -grins-
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Date: 2004-03-04 11:45 am (UTC)Feel free to apply, if the only thing that's stopping you is intimidation! You'll never know if you don't give it a shot. Especially if you do have experience!