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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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[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.

[totallyinaband]

Yeah, I think I freaked out for like a week when I got here.

Stephen, by the way.

[keepinitsaucy]

Andy.

...For a year and a half?! Why doesn't anyone, you know, bike out or drive or something?

[Not that he's going anywhere with his at any point soon.]

[totallyinaband]

There's a barrier. Stops people, ships, vehicles. The works.

[keepinitsaucy]

Great. Is it run by some sort of crazy supervillains?

[totallyinaband]

Um... yeah. Basically. They call themselves deities.

[keepinitsaucy]

...Oh. Well. That's cool, I guess. Deities, yay.

[totallyinaband]

Cool. A bit terrifying. The works.

[keepinitsaucy]

Well. If I wasn't freaking out before, I definitely am now.

[He wobbles as he gets up, gripping the mangled bike.]

So I'm gonna try running back through that wall, see if I can get back to Jersey. You know, before something weirder happens.

[totallyinaband]

If you feel like you need to. Good luck with the concussion, dude.