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[a_vague_blur]

This is a man who is not in good shape. He looks badly in need of a shower, and if you knew him better, in bad need of a fix. He runs a hand through his already messed up hair and peers at everyone in confusion.

This... man, this is not Orange County. Where is this? Is Donna here?

Typist: Bob Arctor from 'A Scanner Darkly' by Philip K. Dick. The

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[thizzledance]

Hey, dude! No, it's not California, and I haven't seen any Donnas around, but I'll let you know!

Hi, I'm Spoink!

[a_vague_blur]

*small smile* Hey, Spoink. I'm Bob. Arctor. Nice to meet you. *offers his hand, deciding Spoink seems like an all-right guy*

[thizzledance]

*shakes Bob's hand and grins* Nice to meet you too! There's a lot of interesting people around, so it's a really... weird place. But not bad overall!

[a_vague_blur]

Well, Orange County can be pretty weird too. But it's okay. Where you from?

[illgotten]

No, but if I know this place, she will be eventually. Hi.

[a_vague_blur]

*nods* Well... thanks. I'll keep an eye out. *slight eyebrow raise* Who're you?

[illgotten]

You know, I ask myself that. *offers a hand* Name's Mordred. You want coffee or something?

[a_vague_blur]

*shakes his head* Don't like coffee, but thanks. *shakes his hand, though* Bob Arctor.

[stillnotprince]

*dark look without any trace of conern* No.

[a_vague_blur]

*stares at Don John -- who looks disturbingly familiar -- and tries to figure out if he's just on a bad trip or really meeting this guy* No to what? I asked two questions.

[stillnotprince]

Where-ever doth it fit.

[a_vague_blur]

Yeah. Okay. Whatever.

[loonyradish]

Hi! Who's Donna?

[a_vague_blur]

She's... a friend of mine. Who're you?

[loonyradish]

Oh. Well, in order: a strange mansion in the middle of nowhere, no, and Luna Lovegood. *smiles*

[a_vague_blur]

Luna, okay. *nods* And... a mansion? What the hell am I doing in a mansion?

[fingersofleaf]

Percy pauses, smiles at him (that smile that is so entirely Percy, friendly and trustworthy), and holds out a hand. "I'm Percy. You want a shower?"

[a_vague_blur]

Bob shook the hand tentatively, eyeing Percy. "Hey, I'm Bob. And... no. I'm good."

[fingersofleaf]

"Okay." A beat. "You want some red raspberries? I'm still getting a quart a day, and I sure can't use that many."

[a_vague_blur]

He thought for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn't had reds in a while, but he was getting kind of desperate these days. "Sure, why not. What are they cut with? How much do you want for them?"