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[notscaredofyou]

*blinks*

... this is not my office.

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Tim needs occaisional conversations that don't make him sadface.

[lostin_the_dark]

...Unless your office is in the middle of Robinson Park, no.

*looks around at the snow, wry smile* If it is, I think you need to rethink.

Okay, I need to recheck my tags before posting if I'm going to RP on this little sleep.

[notscaredofyou]

[His lips twitch slightly.] I suppose it would at least get me the fresh air Linda keeps insisting I need.

I don't suppose you'd know what just happened?

[lostin_the_dark]

*Apologetically* Your day just got very complicated. You just got, um, sucked into another dimension.

He's more willing to believe this when the conversation doesn't start with "you're dead in my world"

[notscaredofyou]

[He blinks again.] I- what?

[lostin_the_dark]

[The teenager breaks eye contact and kicks at the snow.]

Uh, yeah. I mean, it looks like Gotham, but it's not.

[notscaredofyou]

How so?

[lostin_the_dark]

...The way I heard it, it's like a dozen different worlds' versions of Gotham all smashed together. And there's multiple versions of people here, from different worlds.

[notscaredofyou]

[The very idea sounds utterly insane, but there is obviously something strange at work here, and when a quick glance around confirms several notable changes in the skyline, Jonathan hesitantly accepts the explanation.]

Is there a way to leave?

[lostin_the_dark]

Apparently? But I haven't figured it out. It's supposed to be 'different for everyone'.

[notscaredofyou]

I see. [He sighs.] Is there anyone in charge here? Anyone who might be behind this?

[lostin_the_dark]

*exasperated shrug* Hell if I know. To both.

[notscaredofyou]

[He sighs.] That is... unfortunate.

[lostin_the_dark]

*makes a face* You're telling me.

Other people would probably know more.

[notscaredofyou]

Is there anyone in particular I might talk to?

[lostin_the_dark]

I... don't really know. Sorry.

[notscaredofyou]

[He nods.] Thank you anyway, then.