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[findingtrust]

[Some time ago, a number of rooms were mysteriously demolished around the Dressing Room. Now there are metal tracks laid down where those rooms once were, and if one is there at the right time - or even the wrong time, because the Dressing Room hardly keeps to a reliable schedule - they might just see a long train zooming along them quickly. Or

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On a train! 8D

[bruleanneau]

[Okay, so...if anyone was nearby when he first came across this. They would have seen an 'OMGIT'SATRAIN!!!!' look on his face, followed by the storm rider racing toward it.

But now that he's on one of the bullet trains, he's got this B| kind of face on. This isn't the train home.]

Damnit!

[cursed_clown]

[Allen is holding on for dear life to one side of the wall on the sections between seating when Lavi gets on. These things move entirely too fast.]

Get off before--- [Then the doors closes.]

Hold on to something.

[bruleanneau]

[Allen! 8D He likes running into you guys.

Rubbing at his head as he sits where he was standing. His AT wheels aren't locked, don't want to go rolling through the cars.]

I know. We had these at home. I liked to race along side'em.

[cursed_clown]

[Imagine a cat on a balcony during fireworks. That about equates to Allen's expression.]

Race along side them? [And it lurches forward. Allen is still clinging looking bewildered on how Lavi can look so calm.]

Look at your man, now back to me. Where am I? I'm on a train.

[musicalrabbit]

[Feet propped up across an aisle and humming as the train rumbles along and pulls into one of the many train stations.

Someone's enjoying himself, at least.]

Look in my hand. I have two tickets to that train you're on.

[entropicmemory]

[Hops over the back of the seat whose arm Redteenth's feet are propped on and settles in, cupping the back of his head in his hands and sprawling out.]

Mmm~ Good evening, Brother~

Look again, the tickets are now rainbow. Anything is possible when your Lavi is a Noah.

[musicalrabbit]

[moving boots so Memories has the room to sprawl.]

It is a good evening, dear Brother.

/whistle: Na-na-nana-na-na-nana! xD

[entropicmemory]

[So kind~ Sprawling!]

[No point in asking what Redteenth has been up to lately; so he'll just go straight into the next topic of conversation.]

I must commend the good bloke who put the train here; perhaps now we'll be able to find that hat shop.

Train Tracks

[solo_insanity]

[It was noisy. No other way to describe it. The bells had been ringing and the red lights had been flashing for over an hour. And nothing. Just a red glow and deafening blaring.

If one makes it out this far, they'll see Tyki just about to clear the top of the chain link fence. Someone was nice enough to not add barbed wire to the top. Below are three train tracks sprinkled with gravel.]

[ooc: Tyki may be getting a Darwin Award in this post. Be warned. ♥]

o/

[earthlypleasure]

[Who knows what he's doing out this far. Probably doing the same thing Solo's doing. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been any good. Still, he's on the other side of the tracks and giving the other a bewildered expression.]

Come now, I know the lot of us aren't known for being spectacularly brilliant, but are you sure you want to be doing that?

[solo_insanity]

[He sits on top of the fence, hooking the heels of his shoes between the chains. He puts a hand up for a mock salute. He can't hear you from the distance, the noise being to loud.]

[earthlypleasure]

[Does he need to be a little louder? Cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling, might be using a little demonic magic to make it audible.]

Are you sure you want to be doing that?

Getting Off the Train

[whoneedsmugen]

[Drops a very crumpled welcoming pamphlet on the pavement and stomps on it for good measure]

Figures this hellhole wouldn't actually provide anything useful.

[[ooc: Timerecord!Kanda *cough* *cough* /dusts off old muse]]

[technicore]

*And he was about to get on the train. Blinks.*

... Kanda?

[whoneedsmugen]

[Grabs him by the scruff of his coat and hauls him back]

Trust me. You're wasting your time.

[technicore]

It's not like I had anything better to do.

But I haven't seen you in a while! Where were you?

In the station

[findingtrust]

[There's a small ticket booth built into the platform, and the door to it opens. Out steps Doug, wearing a station attendant's uniform, and looking very dizzy]

How...did I get here? Could it be- Is this still the Dressing Room?

[detachedguise]

[Walks up behind him.]

May I see the person in charge?

[findingtrust]

I'm sorry, but I have no idea who that might be. [he looks down at the sleeves of his uniform with a puzzled expression]

[detachedguise]

[Looking him up and down for papers, purse, or any sort of keys on him.]

He isn't in or is there even a person in charge?