Where am I...?
Matt glanced around nervously. He'd never been here before, and wasn't sure of where exactly he was. He sat up, brushing his auburn bangs from his face, and adjusted his orange-tinted goggles.
"Lesee," he muttered to himself, "I was out on my rounds, and then I suddenly passed out..." He checked his wallet, to be sure he hadn't been
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Oh, hi. Got a smoke? [She'd left her pack of cigarettes in the room, and seeing another version of herself just made her crave a little nicotine. She blinked at him with clear blue eyes; she'd also left her goggles in the room, figuring that the mansion hallways were dim enough to not hurt her eyes.]
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"Here you are, hon." he said with a grin.
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She gave him a look.] Lighter?
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Either that or he was new. Or stupid. Each possibility was likely, but she liked to think that no version of herself could be outright idiotic. As long as he doesn't come out and hit on me... That would have been creepy. She bent forward, lighting her smoke and taking a drag as she looked him up and down.]
You go by Matt, right?
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He was also tempted to ask why this girl looked so much like him, but he wasn't inclined to possibly get smacked. He knew women got touchy about strange things like that.
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I'm Mattie. I'm you, but from another dimension. This place... does that. [She smiled softly as she took another drag from her cigarette.]
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Alternate dimensions. Like in Kingdom Hearts. Got it.
"Well, it's nice to know I make a beautiful woman." he said with a nod.
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And wasn't flirting with her something similar to incest? Ew.]
For starters, we're gonna have to- [She made a waving gesture with her hand, cigarette and all.] Not. Do that. Anymore. That flirting thing. Yeah, no more.
[Could the situation be any more awkward? No, it didn't seem likely.]
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He took a quick drag from his cigarette before extinquishing it on the sole of his boot.
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Guess I'm just new to the whole flirting scene.
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I was actually on my way to meet the twat in LA and help him with a case when I got kidnapped here, right off the plane. [She nodded appreciatively when he stomped out the fag.]
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