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[noracingstripes]

[There's a sound like a rustle as the device is turned on, as if whoever has it is holding it too close to their face. The voice sounds furious.]

Stephen, I swear to fucking Christ -- if he's put you up to this I'm going to fucking kill you. Where the hell am I?

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[born_crooked]

Not where you were before.

[noracingstripes]

I fucking figured that part. Who are you?

[born_crooked]

Please call me Ryuzaki.

[He's having one of his better days.]

Who are you?

[noracingstripes]

Brendan.

[It's an automatic answer by now.]

What's going on?

[born_crooked]

Nice to meet you.

Nobody knows. Or at least nobody is telling if they do know.

[[ooc: Baww, work tiemz for me. ;__;]]

[noracingstripes]

Oh. So - everyone else just appeared here?

[born_crooked]

That's correct.

[noracingstripes]

Jesus.

[There's a long pause. He isn't sure what to say.]

What's it like?

[born_crooked]

What's what like?

[noracingstripes]

Well - this place. How much freedom do we have? Are we kept?

[born_crooked]

You can't leave.

[noracingstripes]

What, the apartment? The building?

[born_crooked]

The city. You can leave the building, but I don't know why you'd want to.

[noracingstripes]

Cigarettes.

[born_crooked]

Terribly unhealthy.

[noracingstripes]

That's life.