[video}{day]

[bibliophilistic]

[A very confused man is staring at the PORTAL, still not entirely sure how the darn thing even works. He adjusts the silver mask on his face nervously before speaking.A-ah... I seem to find myself in a very strange predicament... Would anyone be willing to explain to me where I am

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[ audio ]

[pale_capslock]

[ Death still hasn't figured out how to use video. ]

YOU ARE IN A DREAM CITY CALLED PROMENADE.

[ audio ]

[bibliophilistic]

[Well that's quite alright. He can figure out who is speaking.]

...I did not expect for you to be here. But thank you for the information. Is there anything else you can tell me?

[ audio ]

[pale_capslock]

[ His voice is rather distinctive. ]

WHY WOULDN'T I BE HERE?

MASKS ARE TO BE WORN DURING THE DAY, AND AT NIGHT, NO ONE CAN SPEAK EXCEPT VIA A FORM OF TELEPATHY. THE DEAD ARE CAPABLE OF BEING RESURRECTED HERE THROUGH MAGIC.

[ Skips over the King and Queen and Exile business entirely, because it doesn't concern him. ]

[ audio ]

[bibliophilistic]

I thought there might be something about the masks. I am glad I decided to leave it on.

Well, you do have a point. I suppose you would be everywhere.

[ video ]

[saeptuose]

You're in a city called Promenade! I haven't met anyone named Crowley, but if he made a post on the network I think you might be able to see it... [ wait. let her try and see if that even works. derpaderp. ]

[ video ]

[bibliophilistic]

Hmm... Ah, well. He will show up. He always does.

Oh, I can do that?

[saeptuose]

[ She's focused. Hold on.

but the bright blue etchings on her cheeks grow brighter with her excitement upon finding that she can. ] Yes! It looks like you can go through all the old posts...huh.

[bibliophilistic]

[He wants to ask her what the hell she is, but that would be entirely too rude.]

Ah! Wonderful! I will see if he has made any posts at all!

[Voice]

[xfire_birdx]

You're in Promenade. I'd describe it as a horror movie gone wrong. Enjoy your stay?

[Voice]

[bibliophilistic]

...How am I meant to enjoy my stay here, if it is a "horror movie gone wrong"?

[You'll have to excuse him. He doesn't really get sarcasm.]

[Voice]

[xfire_birdx]

Well, there are several ways to take that. First, you could assume I mean "horror movie gone wrong" as in it's not really that horrifying, which means you don't have to worry about anything at all. Or you could take that as meaning this place is more horrifying than a horror movie, in which case you should probably be panicking. Or, if neither of those options appeal to you, you could look up the definition of sarcasm in a dictionary and add it to your everyday vocabulary. Your choice, really.

[Kirachi and sarcasm go together like macaroni and cheese. Sorry Aziraphale.]

[Voice]

[bibliophilistic]

I apologize, my dear. I have never had much luck with sarcasm.

[outandproudboy]

You arrived to Promenade, sir. The endless city of dreams.

[bibliophilistic]

Hm. I have heard cities referred to as the "City of Dreams" before. But never before have I encountered a literal city of dreams.

[outandproudboy]

There's always a first time for everything.

[bibliophilistic]

That, my dear boy, is a very good point.

[hitspedestrians]

[ Wait a second that voice is familiar...oh bloody hell it is him. ] Angel? Er that you, right? I'll be damned; they shanghaied you too then.

[bibliophilistic]

Crowley! You are here!

[hitspedestrians]

In the borrowed flesh and wherever here is. [ Doesn't sound too concerned since he's found you and all. Probably the best thing to happen today. ] Can you contact your people?

[bibliophilistic]

No. You?