[02] Mirror shards and broken minds

[heads_i_lived]

Shirley has about ten dollars in tips - not bad for a whole night of singing. She's feeling pretty good, so - why not go to the carnival

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[aliveonlyinwar]

"Caitlyn?" Dovev questioned as he stumbled into the hall - looking quite a mess with his pant legs rolled up, his shoes damped, and holding a baseball bat. The man was lean in a whipcord way with messy brown hair, and carried himself with a bizarre mixture of abject confusion on his face, and trained caution in his body language. Where was she?

"Is anyone there?"

[heads_i_lived]

The voice sounded as confused as she was. Shirley sat up, brushing mirror shards off her, and called back "Hello? Who's there?"

This is way too weird. Two people not knowing where they were?

[aliveonlyinwar]

Dovev leaned against the wall - finally rolling his pant legs down as he answered.

"Dovev Orr, name probably doesn't mean a thing to you." He moved towards the source of the responding voice.

"I got separated from someone."

[heads_i_lived]

"No, not really," she says as she stands up.

"Who was it? Do ye have any idea where we are?" Shirley would really like to know that. This is way weird.