Outside

[not_his_son]

Look, up in the sky... it's a man jumping off a building that isn't there

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[grabber_fray]

"No one's quite figured this out yet."

This would be the girl in the doorway, the plump side of average, sporting twin bandoleers loading with wooden throwing stakes.

But she's friendly, smiling sympathetically and she strides forward. "Welcome to nowhere."

[not_his_son]

He tucks the helmet under his arm as he turns, scanning the surroundings, eyes sharp.

"Nowhere? Some kind of dimensional portal, huh?" He takes in her appearance and offers her a leather-gloved hand, but not his name.

[grabber_fray]

"Least you're familiar with 'em," she says, and graps the hand in one of her own, strong. "Seems like. We've been arriving here with various regularity for about six months now. I'm Mel."

[not_his_son]

"Nice t'meet you, Mel." He gives her a tight smile. "Six months? And y'haven't found a way home yet?"

[babybowler]

"I dunno," she answers with a grin from behind the gate, "if you find out, let me know, okay? Cause I'm kinda tired of the reprocessed food and everything."

[not_his_son]

He turns around slowly, staring narrowly at the skyline.

"Reprocessed food? Do I even wanna know?"

[babybowler]

"We live off of the bountiful can-tree and the takings of the ramen-bush." She answers. "I mean, look around. This look like Oklahoma to you? Plenty of wind but not wheat on the plain, if you get my meaning."

[not_his_son]

"Sure ain't flowin' with milk and honey," he agrees, giving her a tight smile. "So what the fuck's goin' on? I realise I'm repeating myself here, but fuck, this wasn't in my day planner."