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[keepinitsaucy]

[Oh, Andy, you poor baby. This is not your day.

Andy limps down the street of the square, wheeling a rather beaten up and broken bicycle with him (he doesn't look much better, bike helmet hanging on only by the chinstrap).

All he had wanted to do was stop a bank heist, but instead, he had peddled head first into a wall and ended up... wherever here is.

With a sigh of defeat, he plops himself down onto a curb, bike falling next to him. Maybe he's hallucinating from the concussion. Maybe he's in a coma and this is all a dream.

Yeah. This is totally a dream.

He mutters to himself:] Aha, yeah, brain. This is a good one. I can wake up now, okay?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Not a dream, kid.

[keepinitsaucy]

Pretty sure it is, weird brain-dream-guy.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'm not a fucking dream, kid!

[keepinitsaucy]

Well I'm pretty sure I'm in a coma or something because how do you explain this? [Flail/gestures around at the square at large.] This isn't Jersey. At least, not any part of Jersey I know...

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You should give fucking thanks for that.

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Good luck with that. [Hey, dude. There's an eleven year old girl with pigtails and a pretty awesome Hello, Kitty backpack standing about seven feet away. She has a bag from the local convenience store and she's sipping at a soda as if this were NBD.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[Well. This kid seems really nonchalant about all of this. Which must mean...]

...Are you my spirit guide? Am I -- am I dead?

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

[Well, now. This is definitely interesting. She watches him for a moment, studying him carefully. How difficult it is, not dicking with him so her reply is the flat sarcasm she uses with pretty much everyone she thinks is an idiot.]

You got me. I'm your spirit guide and I'm here to guide you to the afterlife.

[And then a Look.]

You're not dead. You're kidnapped.

[keepinitsaucy]

[That doesn't make a terrible lot of sense to Andy. She's his spirit guide and he's been kidnapped?

He's not thinking clearly, head ringing and faint ticking in his ears, but even this is a stretch.]

So... my soul has been kidnapped and you're here to guide it to the afterlife?

[totallyinaband]

You're not asleep, dude. Believe me, I've checked.

[keepinitsaucy]

How can you check to see if I'm not asleep? That's weird, man.

[totallyinaband]

I've been here a year and a half and gone home twice. Not a dream.

But uh, it's normal to think that? So, don't freak out or anything.

[keepinitsaucy]

...Nope. I think I'm gonna freak out. This is seriously not cool.

[errandry]

Your brain come up with this kinda stuff a lot?

[keepinitsaucy]

No. Well... Sometimes. ...I kinda play a lot of games and watch a lot of movies.

[errandry]

So—pinch yourself or something. It's not really gonna work.

[keepinitsaucy]

Yeah. Went so far as going through a wall, or trying to. Didn't really work either.

So, uh. I'm Andy. Nice to meet you, I guess.

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[auguria]

[Jast watches him uncertainly from a little distance away, concerned by his limping and bruised status. He can't do very much about the bike, but maybe...

The boy comes out onto the street, into the sight, tall and very pale and very nervous. He unwraps a string of beads from around his wrist with quick, practiced motions before venturing,]

...Are... are you alright?

[keepinitsaucy]

[Andy blinks at the boy. It's not his fault, but his remark comes out a little scathing nonetheless.]

I ran into a wall and then got kidnapped. So. No. Not really.

[auguria]

[Jast gives a short little chirp, a soothing coo.]

Hello.

[In response to scathing, his tone instead is harmlessly pleasant, smiling as he comes to sit beside him.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[And then he instantly feels like a jerk, shoulders slumping in defeat.]

Uh... hey. Sorry. I'm, uh, Andy.

[He offers his hand to shake.]

voice;

[hexappeal]

It's not a dream.

Though I suppose a dream you've convinced yourself of would say that.

voice;

[keepinitsaucy]

[Whoa, hey. Where is that voice coming from? Andy digs through his pockets and finds that handy dandy little communication device, blinking down at it.

Cool. Free phone.]

Uh... Hello?

I'm actually kinda starting to get that this isn't a dream anymore. Maybe more of a freaky nightmare or a really elaborate plot by some deranged supervillains.

Haven't decided which yet.

[hexappeal]

[It's probably magic. Considering she can barely work the device she's messing around with, after all, heh.]

Hello!

Yeah, I did consider briefly it was a Doctor Destiny thing, but I can't say for certain. [He used the word "supervillain." Gently latches upon.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[Going to latch right onto the fact that this chick doesn't think he's a raving lunatic with the villain thing.]

Huh. Haven't heard of that guy.

Someone was telling me it was deities or something, which doesn't sound a whole lot better, actually.