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[Raikov's flipping through the photos casually, chuckling to himself]

This curse is certainly amusing. I think I remember being here during it before... I could do without some of these. I wonder what photos of myself are floating around today.

[He has a few piles spread out next to him. One has some photos such as Penny dying, Charlie in a bikini, Euphie in bed with Suzaku... The Penny one was the last thing he wanted to see.]

I do want an explaination for this one though.

[He holds up a photo of Curt, Lucy, and Stephen in bed. Raikov doesn't look too happy but after a bit, he sets it down on the "bad" pile.]

This one is also interesting...

[He holds up the next photo: The burning of Huey.]

Now this one... I rather like this method of punishment.

[Kazuma shoving a girl off a building. A+ IN RAIKOV'S BOOK]

This one of Stephen is rather cute...

[Indeed it is! It's Stephen relaxing.]

Someone's certainly... patriotic.

[Captain America on a motorcycle. Raikov wrinkles his nose a bit. Capitalism, pff.]

And last but not least... My dear Rummy.

[Oprah-nabbing with Rummy! Raikov looks at it for a moment, then shows it to the screen]

Explain this one. You can't just be wearing tactical gear for the hell of it.

[OOC: Raikov's photos!]

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I'm obviously fine, right? Aside from "brain-washing," as you put it.

[Another look. Another snort.

(He can feel hunger and thirst gnaw at him especially hard right now; he is used to the sensations but now, they seem to be worse than what he can normally suppress.)]

I suppose so.

You are unusually content with your situation.

[Fuzzballs, then photos everywhere. Why? What does it mean?]

I was here for a year, Yevgeny. Why wouldn't I be? I mean, I told you I can't control when or if I go back home.

[He attempts to go for the fridge again]

[Raikov has some better luck this time he if presses his oversized elder aside.]

What if you leave before me?

Then I'll basically be on pause until you return.

Can you clean up the mess on the floor?

[He gave the mess on the floor a look, curling his lip. As if it'll tremble in fear at his mighty gaze and clean itself or be beaten to death.]

On pause. Frozen in time?

I... guess? I don't know, really.

[And it makes him uncomfortable to think about it. He doesn't remember the City back home, although he'd like to...]

[He cocked a brow.]

Why haven't you told me about this place before?

Because when I'm back in our world, I don't remember any of it.

Then, no matter what happens here, I will not remember it either?

More than likely.

Then, is this place a test? Or a dream?

Why are you even bothering to eat? Or drink?

[His pangs feel very real though.]

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