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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?

Comments

[keepinitsaucy]

That's not something that happens a lot here, right?

[hexappeal]

I've only been here a few weeks and I haven't taken notice of that sort of thing, so I'm going to say no.

[keepinitsaucy]

...Awesome.

So you're pretty new here, too, then? That sucks.

I'm Andy, by the way. Don't think I said.

[hexappeal]

Yeah, I am. It doesn't seem to be a bad place, though I'd prefer not to be trapped, you know?

Good to meet you, Andy. I'm Zatanna.

[keepinitsaucy]

Right?! I mean, an extra-dimensional or whatever vacation would be cool, but I want to go home.

[hexappeal]

Or at least know the option's available. Maybe some long-distance alternate reality phone calls, while they're at it...

[keepinitsaucy]

Wouldn't that be nice? At least I could let my family know I'm okay and all that.

[hexappeal]

Haven't asked anyone about that sort of thing. Might be a way around it. I like to think all options are available, even if they seem closed.