[Not a Game, Active, Open]

[growntobetiger]

Who: Akira Touya, open
Where: Entry Way
When: Day 001… sometime
What: A newcomer falls in.
Warnings: None. Will update if necessary.

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[comeswithpants]

Tim had been exploring still, looking for any and all nooks and crannies in the house-- and eventually returned to where he had started. He'd already spent a while trying to wash out the injured boy's blood from his clothes (and fortunately he'd gotten the worst of it), but had mostly given up for the time being. As it was, there was only so much ground to cover, and doubling back was the most logical thing to do. Start from the beginning, that kind of thing.

Of course, he also hadn't quite expected to hear a boy's voice-- someone calling out from the entry way-- either. Tim poked his head in, giving the other kid a sheepish wave. He'd play this cool, even though he doubted the other kid really had any more information than himself, at this point. Everyone was a suspect, to start.

"Hey there," he said.

[growntobetiger]

At the movement, Akira's eyes darted to the door. He couldn't see much of the other guy yet, but it was another person and perhaps someone that had answers. "Hello."

He paused for a moment. He never saw anyone that looked like him before, which was odd for a dream (which he was going to stick with. This would be far too weird if it wasn't and would have unanswered and impossible situations in order to be real.) "Who are you? What is this place?"

[comeswithpants]

Tim stepped out a little farther at that, coming more into the open, and shoving his hands in his pockets in kind of a casual gesture. Showing a lack of threat, even though Tim could react quickly enough to change that, worst case.

He just tried not to think about that. "I can answer the first one easy enough-- my name's Tim," he offered, it being already too late to start giving an alias. "How about you?"

[growntobetiger]

"My name is Touya... Akira." Even with sticking to the thought that this was just a dream, he couldn't hold back that sliver in his mind that told him to be careful in case it wasn't. Perhaps it was from how realistic everything seemed. As such, he still eyed Tim a little cautiously. There wouldn't really be much he could do if he was a threat. If this had been real. If there was... some drug or something he was given to make it seem like he went from just one place to another instantly. But he was starting to think thoughts that didn't make sense again and he pushed them aside.

"Where is this?"

Hope you don't mind me popping in!

[pfauenrad]

Klavier lifted his head off the floor.

A plastered, sculpted ceiling swam into view above him, musty and cold, with an aged oak door visible at the top of his vision.

He blinked.

Then he sat up, jerking upright with a violence that almost made him dizzy,a sharp pain pressing into his hip--his wallet and keys digging into him from his pocket.

What in God's name--

Half scrambling to his feet, Klavier took in the view around him more properly--marble floors, varnished wood and furniture, high, arched ceilings...

This was a proper old estate house. No, not a house. Normal people didn't live in houses like this. It was a mansion... or estate. He pressed his lips together, narrowing his eyes.

What happened here?

Of course I don't mind :-)

[growntobetiger]

As Akira's eyes continued to scan the room, he certainly hadn't expected someone he'd never seen before to suddenly appear on the floor and only a few inches away from where he found himself upon arriving here. Surprised, he just looked at the man for a few moments before he was able to speak. "Who are you?"

[pfauenrad]

Klavier found himself--well, he wasn't really face to face with anything. He found himself standing over a kid, though, and blinked.

Uh.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied somewhat testily, sweeping a lock of blond hair out of his face. "But we can start with where we are first."

And what I'm doing here.

[growntobetiger]

"... I haven't found that out yet. The front door is locked." What a strange conversation to be having with... a dream. Though it made sense in its own way.