For lastvoyages: Journal Entry 6: [Audio]

[feels_no_love]

[Rustling sounds]

[clunk-scrape]

[rattle of paper]

What are these? They are in my own handwriting? And this device?

[Video turns on briefly; nothing but static. It cuts out.]

Victor! Igor?

I walk into his laboratory and I find myself here...and they are nowhere...what insane trick or accident is this?

That damned scientist must have done something!

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[gingerspeedster]

Nice Frankenstein impression.

[feels_no_love]

I am not Frankenstein, he works for me. Though he is going to experience a rather brutal...severance...if he does not present himself to me.

[gingerspeedster]

So is this like a crossover? I fell asleep watching horror movies, didn't I.

[feels_no_love]

Not as far as I can fathom. What is a movie?

[Rattlerattle; footsteps; a door opens]

Igor!

This is extremely strange.

[gingerspeedster]

You're telling me. My subconscious is pretty bizarre.

Give him a minute, he always comes up right when you're about to throw a fit or something.

[feels_no_love]

Hrrrrmmph.

I believe you have me mistaken for my employee. Igor knows not to play about with my temper.

I am Count Vladislaus Dracula. Frankenstein is, in point of fact, conspicuously missing. I don't suppose you've seen a fussy blond German in a laboratory coat?

[gingerspeedster]

Right, okay, so Frankenstein and Igor are working for Dracula... Linda's gonna love this if she's up when I get home.

No, I can't say I have. Maybe a mob chased him out of town?

[feels_no_love]

She will? I am still determining what is so amusing about the entire idea.

...

A mob?

Oh...[creative swearing in Romanian involving Frankenstein, several improbable sexual positions and a goat]

Not again.

[sigh]

Well, I suppose there is no helping it if that is the case. [From the voices rising up and receding he is walking through a semi-crowded place.]

We truly are elsewhere from Castle Frankenstein. Have you, sir, explored at all? I am trying to get the measure of this place.

[gingerspeedster]

[ Wally just laughs at the whole situation. This is serious dream comedy gold. ]

I have. I think we might be on the Titanic.

[feels_no_love]

The Titanic? I am not familiar.

Here we have a...number of locked doors, a broom closet and some sort of...

[ding]

[He has found the elevator.]

It looks like a gigantic dumbwaiter with mechanical doors.

[gingerspeedster]

Oh, careful with that, I'm pretty sure it breaks when we hit the iceberg.

[feels_no_love]

Ice...berg?

You are making a joke, yes?

Ah, here is a set of stairs...have you considered exploring, stranger?

[gingerspeedster]

Yeah, I've been wandering aro-- [ a door opens. ]

Holy crap.

Forget the iceberg, Dracula. I think this Titanic is going to run into a meteor.

This dream is amazing.

[feels_no_love]

You believe yourself to be dreaming?

Perhaps we dream together. It makes as much sense as anything else here.

[ding; elevator doors closing]

Now I am trapped in a small brightly-lit box.

[gingerspeedster]

Oh come on, I told you not to go in there! If the wire breaks and you fall to your death, don't say I didn't tell you so.

[feels_no_love]

Thank you for your concern, but I cannot die by falling. However, I would appreciate some instruction on how to get ou--

--now the chamber is moving downward.