oh-oh, paradise is a bore...

[solebrother]

He was sick of it all. Sick of Marianna, sick of pot, sick of one-night stands…especially sick of Marianna. Something about her made him clench up inside, made him scared. He didn’t know if it was love or lust or hatred, but he just wanted it to go away. So, he was going to Berlin, a quick train ride away. Stew looked out the window as the cars

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[shouldbewooed]

Helena was just returning home from a walk around the community. She peered at him curiously, fiddling with some gold rope on her dress. "No dream, sir. You've just appeared here."

[solebrother]

"Oh, whoa!" He turned to face her, thoroughly confused. "Who are you? And what's 'here'?" He stared at her suspiciously.

[shouldbewooed]

"This is The Estates. No one has been able to explain why we've all ended up here." She opened the gates for him. "My name is Helena."

[solebrother]

"Oh God...this is creepy," he replied, stepping forward through the open gates. "I'm--people call me Stew," he finished, smiling a little at her. At least she was friendly.

[johnny_rockfort]

"I know, it sounds like a bad trip. It's not."

That's Johnny, sitting on the wall. "Welcome to the Estates."

He jumps lightly, and extends a handshake. Apparently, getting laid (being in love?) makes him more amiable.

[solebrother]

Stew laughed a little, too amused to be shocked. "Uh, thanks. I still...don't know where I am, though. I mean, last time I checked, I was in Berlin." Confusion, however, was still present.

[johnny_rockfort]

"Berlin?" What is this obsession with Germany? "Well then. Plenty Germans here to keep you feelin' at home, at least."

He extends a handshake. "Johnny Rockfort."

[solebrother]

"Heh, really? That's...funny." He returned the handshake. "I'm Stew."

[sissy_queen]

And Stew might come across a Guinevere, happily walking around, singing a soft lai to herself.

She's in a good mood.

[solebrother]

Stew smiled at her, in spite of his bewilderment. "Hey...uh, how's it going?"

[sissy_queen]

She pauses and starts. "A moor?" And she collects herself quickly.... "We are well, sir."

[solebrother]

...Did she just refer to him as a Moor? What was this, Shakespeare-verse? He started as well, because last time he checked, it was the 20th century. "Heh...uh, cool."

[kapiturugn]