HEY GYPSY TYKI, YOUR BRO'S HERE.

[caravan_creeper]

[Everyone knows that all Cyrils are divas.]

[This one is no exception; in fact he seems to be in full drama mode at the moment, if slightly uneasy and extremely confused below it all, posed in the very image of indignation.]

[Because this is nothing like the caravan, or where the group was going, or you know what, actually anything at all.]

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[salvationsnox]

[Eyebrow raise] Welcome to the Dressing Room.

[caravan_creeper]

I beg your pardon? [staring over with a headtilt.]

[salvationsnox]

..In other words, you're not at home anymore.

[caravan_creeper]

[tsks at Atticus.] I'm aware this isn't home; I'm just not at all sure where this actually is.

[salvationsnox]

It's called the Dressing Room. [Yeah, giving Cyril a pamphlet now]

[caravan_creeper]

So I gathered.

[he. he reads and stares and reads.]

[and stares.]

I object.

[salvationsnox]

Can't be helped. There's no way out of here.

[caravan_creeper]

No way... my lord. Truly? This is not some sort of prank? [looking... convinced, however. sadly.]

[salvationsnox]

No, it isn't. You're free to ask others and they'll tell you the same.

[caravan_creeper]

What a... [shock? predicament? nuisance?] pity.

[extends his hand.] Cyril Kamelot. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. [he doesn't recognize you at all from his world, actually.]

[salvationsnox]

[Takes his hand and shakes it briefly before pulling away. You might've felt his hand being a little cold there.]

Pleasure's mine. My name is Atticus.

[caravan_creeper]

[he dismisses that as a trivial thing, but... files it away for later.]

And you live in this place, do you?

[salvationsnox]

Against my will, but yes I do.

[caravan_creeper]

How very unfortunate. For how long, if I might ask?

[salvationsnox]

A few months.