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[Tavros wakes up with a rather horrible pain in his back. His hands smooth over unknown sheets as he raises them to rub his eyes. The fall he took part in down the stairs strained him a bit and he felt a pulsing pound in head. The crackle of a small fire near where he sits grabs his attention and he looks to his right at a small candle lit on a bed side table. His gaze wanders from it and sees that he is in some kind of living quarters, his body specifically, is in a peculiar cushioned seating furniture. There is a strange feeling to the room, he gets the feeling it is more human than trollian.]
"What, what happened, I was just on my way, to Vriska, I.." [He says, his voice soft as he questions himself. Tavros closes his eyes for a moment and puts a hand to his head, his body moving to the side of the bed. He removes himself from the sheets, the metal of his glistening robotic legs flicker in the light of the candle. Pausing and looks down, Tavros clicks his armored feet together for a moment, and then begins to wander the room once more.]
[Is he asleep? That would make sense... He was very used to falling asleep and going into that wonderful dream world. Yet this doesn't look anything like it. His eyes continue to move about the room until they stop on a familiar weapon. Tavros smiles a little, walking over to his lance that seems to be leaning against a chair in the corner of the room. There, he also seems some of his cards and ooginibombs, neatly besides a stack of unrecognizable clothing. He looks down at his own attire, his usual shirt, over shirt, and boxers, lacking his pants lately, they got destroyed when Kanaya removed his legs.]
"Are these, mine too? It's like a flarp outfit, neat," [he says to himself with some joy in his voice as he dresses into the clothing he found with his belongings. Tavros examines himself in the long mirror near the room door; though he does not know it, the ensemble is Victorian in every way; a dress shirt covered by a well fitted brown and gold pin stripped vest, with a small pocket on the side, along with fitted deep brown dress pants that seem to match a fashionable deep brown waist coat. The fashion is rather odd to him, yet his kind is not used to the idea of fashion anyway, except for Kanaya. Kanaya! Tavros' eyes widen as he jumps to the memory of his friends. Where were they? If this was the dream world some of them may be asleep and here somewhere. That means...]
"Vriska! I need to stop her!" [As much as his tone can harshen, it does, his right hand moving towards his lance. There are things to do! But how can he get them done now? Where IS he?]
uHH, THIS PLACE IS WEIRD, cAN SOMEONE HELP ME?
i DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT i, uHH, FELL DOWN THE STAIRS,
aND NOW i'M IN THIS WEIRD PLACE,
i HAVE NEW CLOTHES, aND, A HAT, i DON'T THINK THE HAT WILL FIT THOUGH, WHICH IS SAD,
iT'S A NEAT HAT,
bUT UM, DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE vRISKA IS?
oR gAMZEE?
i'M REALLY CONFUSED, uM, YEAH.
i THINK i'M IN THE DREAM WORLD,
wHICH ISN'T BAD OR ANYTHING,
i LIKE IT BETTER THEN THE REAL ONE,
bUT i DON'T HAVE THESE KINDS OF LEGS IN THE DREAM WORLD,
i HAVE, MY REAL ONES, AND NOT, THESE ONES, sO, YEAH,
i DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON,
bUT IF SOMEONE COULD HELP ME i'D BE REALLY HAPPY
tHANKS
"What, what happened, I was just on my way, to Vriska, I.." [He says, his voice soft as he questions himself. Tavros closes his eyes for a moment and puts a hand to his head, his body moving to the side of the bed. He removes himself from the sheets, the metal of his glistening robotic legs flicker in the light of the candle. Pausing and looks down, Tavros clicks his armored feet together for a moment, and then begins to wander the room once more.]
[Is he asleep? That would make sense... He was very used to falling asleep and going into that wonderful dream world. Yet this doesn't look anything like it. His eyes continue to move about the room until they stop on a familiar weapon. Tavros smiles a little, walking over to his lance that seems to be leaning against a chair in the corner of the room. There, he also seems some of his cards and ooginibombs, neatly besides a stack of unrecognizable clothing. He looks down at his own attire, his usual shirt, over shirt, and boxers, lacking his pants lately, they got destroyed when Kanaya removed his legs.]
"Are these, mine too? It's like a flarp outfit, neat," [he says to himself with some joy in his voice as he dresses into the clothing he found with his belongings. Tavros examines himself in the long mirror near the room door; though he does not know it, the ensemble is Victorian in every way; a dress shirt covered by a well fitted brown and gold pin stripped vest, with a small pocket on the side, along with fitted deep brown dress pants that seem to match a fashionable deep brown waist coat. The fashion is rather odd to him, yet his kind is not used to the idea of fashion anyway, except for Kanaya. Kanaya! Tavros' eyes widen as he jumps to the memory of his friends. Where were they? If this was the dream world some of them may be asleep and here somewhere. That means...]
"Vriska! I need to stop her!" [As much as his tone can harshen, it does, his right hand moving towards his lance. There are things to do! But how can he get them done now? Where IS he?]
uHH, THIS PLACE IS WEIRD, cAN SOMEONE HELP ME?
i DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT i, uHH, FELL DOWN THE STAIRS,
aND NOW i'M IN THIS WEIRD PLACE,
i HAVE NEW CLOTHES, aND, A HAT, i DON'T THINK THE HAT WILL FIT THOUGH, WHICH IS SAD,
iT'S A NEAT HAT,
bUT UM, DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE vRISKA IS?
oR gAMZEE?
i'M REALLY CONFUSED, uM, YEAH.
i THINK i'M IN THE DREAM WORLD,
wHICH ISN'T BAD OR ANYTHING,
i LIKE IT BETTER THEN THE REAL ONE,
bUT i DON'T HAVE THESE KINDS OF LEGS IN THE DREAM WORLD,
i HAVE, MY REAL ONES, AND NOT, THESE ONES, sO, YEAH,
i DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON,
bUT IF SOMEONE COULD HELP ME i'D BE REALLY HAPPY
tHANKS