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[spaghettiokay]

[He's stares into the feed, shaken, obviously shaken. And quiet. Quiet for the longest time because...well, what really is there to say? One minute he was at home and -

[...was he at home? He can't remember. Maybe it was school, Gwen's house, maybe even...maybe even the store or something, but-

[But not here. Definitely not here, he would have remembered this, this...ticking. He winces at the sound, so grating, his grip tightening on the communicator until you can almost hear the plastic squeaking beneath the pressure.]

This is not real, it's not real.

[He keeps his eyes closed, whispering through gritted teeth, determined to make the dream dissipate, to wake up safe in his bed.

[But eventually his eyes have to flutter back open, back to the carousel, back to the ticking...]

No...

No, this can't...this can't be real, it can't--

[Suddenly, he seems to focus on the communicator. There was a reason he switched it on...]

H-hey! Hey, if there's anybody out there, I--...I-I need to get home, I don't...belong here. I need to go home!

[He sucks in a sharp breath - hadn't taken one in a while.

[It comes back out shaking.]

Please...Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I'll...I-I'll fix it, just...

Please. Let me go home. Tell me how to go home...

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[he_who_kills]

You no go from City land.

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[deadmanbusiness]

[This will not be comforting. You've got a guy with a zombie rat on his shoulder. You can tell it's a zombie because it's missing an eyeball and still moving around. Also he's got a pair of sunglasses up on his head, revealing silver iris eyes.]

Hey. Hey. Calm down. Take a deep breath.

[synanthrope]

Well, it might not be real, but it is.

What did you do that was wrong?

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[anunluckypenny]

Calm down, okay? Deep breaths?

This is totally real, you didn't do anything wrong, and you can't go home, but it'll be okay.

[saturniapavonia]

Hey. You're in for disappointment.

[Video]

[spaghettiokay]

((Ooc: /casually assumes that this is video if that's okay))

What the--?!

[Talk about a nightmare. What the hell is that thing?!]

F-fuck! What are you? What...wh-what do you want?!

[Video]

[spaghettiokay]

[Zombie rats, silver eyes? Not really comforting, no.]

Calm down?

[He gives an incredulous laugh.]

Have you seen your face, dude? And...and what the hell is that thing?

I'm not gonna calm down, I want to go home.

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[deadmanbusiness]

[It's a CUTE rat though. For a given value of cute. Okay... probably not. Whatever.]

My face is quite nice. My wife's told me so.

And it's a zombie rat.

We all want to go home. Unfortunately the bus back is a bit fickle and rather like a blind man throwing rocks. You never know who it's going to hit and when.

[Video]

[spaghettiokay]

What?

I...I don't know, a lot of things, I--

[Goddammit, Xavier. Even now, you can't help but stammer in the face of a pretty girl.

[At least he can blame it on the panic, this time...]

It doesn't matter! At least...I don't think--

I don't know, does it matter?

[And if so, what could he have possibly done to land him here? Was all that stuff they told you in church about pre-marital sex actually true?]

What, is this like hell or something?

And what do you mean it might not be real?

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[he_who_kills]

Me help. You no want?

[Video]

[synanthrope]

It's hardly hell. But you didn't come here because you did anything wrong. Not precisely.

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[spaghettiokay]

A zombie--

...a bus?

[With a blind driver who...hits...people?]

What are you talking about?

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[deadmanbusiness]

You're trapped in a magical city in some sort of interdemensional nexus. There is no known way of getting back home. However people do randomly vanish back home with no known reason as to why. Sometimes we get sent back here.

[spaghettiokay]

H-help-- You...

[Pause.]

You want to...help?

You want to help?

[No. Nonono, this...this thing is not going to help you, it...it's going to eat you or...at least stab you or something...right?

[Even so, how are you in any sort of position to reject "help"? And you can't seem to spit out a "no thanks".]

[spaghettiokay]

Right.

[Another laugh. He can't believe this. He can't believe...that.]

An inter-demensional nexus, that's...very helpful, thank you.

[spaghettiokay]

Then what is it? And why did I come here? To...to save the world, to stop the apocalypse?

That's bullshit!

[synanthrope]

It was probably just random.

[spaghettiokay]

Okay?

Okay?!

Are you crazy?

This is not okay! This is...this is a nightmare, I can't--

I can't stay here. I can't, I need to go home, there-...th-there has to be some way to go home!

[Rapid, shallow breaths. Got it.]

[deadmanbusiness]

Would you prefer drugged and hallucinating?

[he_who_kills]

What you, village idiot?!

Omg Roman...

[spaghettiokay]

[Hey. You've managed to stop Xavier from panicking long enough to wanna kick you in the balls.]

Wow, you have been a big help, really. Thank you.

[Douchebag.]

[spaghettiokay]

[...]

Excuse me?

[synanthrope]

You were probably brought here randomly.

:(b well always helpful

[saturniapavonia]

[Improvement more or less, right?]

No problem. Any time. I'm used to helping out girls.

[Jeeze. You try and help somebody.]

I dropped in not expecting to either. Just giving the heads up.

[spaghettiokay]

Uhm, yeah, actually. Like, a lot.

[In fact, the mere thought that that could be what's happening right now is...actually pretty comforting.]