HEIST☆OO1!

[delitefulmasque]

U-um...

Ummm... [Shaking like a leaf, altogether quite horrified with the sudden change in surroundings (especially considering the last thing he remembers is falling out of a building), meekly straightens while attempting to get someone's attention.]

Excuse me...

Where am I?

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[coffeemetaphors]

[Turns upon hearing a familiar voice.]

Ahh, if it isn't Mr. Thief. [Pauses at the question.]

Your guess would be as good as mine at this point.

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[delitefulmasque]

Mr. Godot! What are you doing here?!

2/3

[delitefulmasque]

Um...well, I guess...there's really no point in asking that, since you don't know after all

3/3

[delitefulmasque]

[slump] It's good to see a familiar face, at least, though it seems to be quite the coincidence...

[guidingelegy]

Welcome to Template City, my dear.

[delitefulmasque]

...Um, what county is this "Template City" in?

[guidingelegy]

I'm not entirely sure, my dear. [she pats his shoulder reassuringly]

Oh, forgive me! I'm afraid I've forgotten myself. I'm Professor Gelda Nebilim. And you are?

[delitefulmasque]

[Feels a little better with the pat, sighing.] Professor? --I'm Ron DeLite.

[thescarfisalie]

A multidimensional sewer trap between life, death, and alternate universes.

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[delitefulmasque]

How could that even be possible?

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[delitefulmasque]

Although I suppose if I'm really alive after getting shot and falling out of a seven story building it's not really so impossible in the first place

So this isn't an afterlife or a foreign country?

[thescarfisalie]

It's sort of in the middle of the two.