i wish you were a stranger i could disengage

[nevermore_mail]

This isn't exactly what he expects when he walks through the front door of their apartment. Stopping abruptly, Matt stares at the hallway in front of him, fairly sure that it isn't his and Mello's hallway. He stands there a moment, fighting the little bit of frustration that probably just means he needs another damn smoke.

Turning as he pats

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[chilichoc]

*Mel rounds the corner and sees a Matt she's pretty sure she doesn't know. He has all the hallmarks of a new arrival, and she gives him a little smile.*

Lost?

[nevermore_mail]

He lights up as he turns, facing her. Pausing, Matt takes a drag, looking her over.

"You're. Not Mello.

"But I'm Matt." He leans against the wall, watching her. "And yeah. Lost. Or just confused. Maybe with a side of batshit? 'm really not so sure at this point."

[chilichoc]

I'm just as much Mello as any fucking boy! *She's a little offended, really. She actually considers herself the definitive version.*

Welcome to the interdimensional clusterfuck. *She rattles it off pretty fast from long practice.* Versions of you and me, and other people we know, get dragged here.

[nevermore_mail]

Oh yeah. He's so not leaving this wall now.

"Meant nothin' by it, really," he says, his hands help up in defense. "Just pointing out that you're obviously not the Mello I just got done talking to.

"And I can see that." Definitely crazy. Or dead. Possibly dead.

[dreamsofgenesis]

Yeah, it sucks doesn't it? [Here's Misa, offering you a rather tasty-looking peach just for the hell of it.]

[nevermore_mail]

Lighting up and taking a long drag, Matt just leans back against the wall, looking the girl up and down.

"Nah," he replies. "'m good." Might be poisoned or some shit, which would be sickeningly cliche, but he doesn't feel up to taking chances. Not when he has no fucking clue when people are supposed to start turning crazy, and he has no idea where his friends are.

She's obviously not one of them, though, and seems to be pretty damn comfy in this creepy place. Matt takes another drag. "So. Who the fuck're you?"

[dreamsofgenesis]

Mi~sa Amane. You're Matt, right? [She's disappointed his not the one from her world, of course, but she's fast getting used to that.]

[nevermore_mail]

He doesn't like other people knowing him when he knows nothing of them. "Yeah," he says alongside a long exhale of acrid cigarette smoke, "Matt.

So... Misa. What the hell is this place?" It doesn't look like his and Mello's apartment building in LA, and she sure as fuck doesn't look like one of their neighbors. Looks a lot like your run-of-the-mill creepy stalker bitch, though he's never thought Z was the blond sort. She always seemed to be much more... creative with her choice in hair color.

[mattygamer]

Matt walks down the hall quietly playing harvest Moon on his DS as he passed by. He had a unlit cigarrete dangling from his mouth. He notices the other double and offers a small smile and wave
"Ey gotta lighter on ya man?" he asked

[nevermore_mail]

Okay, apparently it's mindfuck time. He turns at the shockingly familiar voice, and is obviously more than a little surprised to find someone standing there who looks just like him.

Stepping forward, he leans over somewhat, observing every inch of the other's face and features and expression and stance and walk. He goes through the voice in his head, ripping it apart into tones and pitches, and trying to figure out how this guy has it down so well. Appearances are nothing to fake, he knows; voices are a different matter, however.

"Tell me how y'do that, an' I'll light y'up myself," Matt offers, a perfectly reasonable exchange, in his opinion.

[mattygamer]

"How I do wha'?" he asked after a minute "You new here er somethin'?"
He looked the Matt over a minute and offered a smile "Yer inna mansion that takes people from diffrent times an' worlds. Me, M' you names Matt or Mail Jeeves people call me Matty though.Theres not jus' versions of yerself here theres Mellos' and a few Ls' runnin aroun'."

[nevermore_mail]

"Yeah, 'm new." He eyes the other him, moving away a little. "You sound like me, but your accent's a lot thicker. Why's that?"

It doesn't matter to him, really, but Matt's always curious, about everything he finds odd, and this certainly seems odd. This one's also very forthcoming, and that doesn't quite sit well with him. It's obvious that some kind of magical fuckup has occurred, but Matt's not so sure how to go about it. Apparently, though, there're some Mellos here... and some Ls? Wow, does he not like the idea of that confrontation.

"How does everybody tell everybody else apart?" he asks. Of course, there's one obvious answer: they don't. He hopes that's not the case, though; too many Mellos in one spot? A scary thing, really. It's a wonder the place is still standing.

[simplynumberone]

Near made his way down the hall. For the several past few months, he'd been trying to get used to this place. It certainly wasn't easy-- he'd continually get lost in the long, long hallways and desperately search for a way out, or at least a door that didn't lead to a place where his clothes were changed into a dress or his hair wasn't dyed pink.

He noticed a new Matt and sighed, wondering if he might be the Matt from his own world (he'd gotten used to wondering that, almost missing the redhead along with his own Mello and of course his employees from the SPK).

"Matt..."

[nevermore_mail]

He stares a moment, not so surprised to see Near.

"What're you doing here, too, N?" Matt asks, stepping forward once and making direct eye contact. "And... where's here?" It's disturbing, how much his demanding tone sounds like Mello. "'ve you seen Mello and Dylan? Knowin' that prat, he'll teach her all sorts'a things she shouldn't know." They're still at odds on whether or not the girl should learn to shoot a gun - more so than they are about Near learning to shoot one. Somehow, Matt manages to keep the grin off his face when that mental image pops up.

[simplynumberone]

Near blinked in confusion for a moment, never recalling Matt saying his name straight to his face, much less calling him 'N'. He decided that the redhead was definitely NOT from his plane of existence and sighed.

"I don't know who Dylan is," the white-haired boy replied, sticking his fingers into his curly locks, "I'm not sure what you're talking about. This mansion holds different, alternate versions of ourselves. There are at least ten of you wandering around here... all with different stories and different relationships."

He tilted his head, fascinated at how confident this Matt was-- how like Mello he was.

[nevermore_mail]

He stops stock still at that; it's a new one.

Then Matt breaks out into an amused grin. "Heh, didn't know you had a sense of humor, Near. Now, c'mon, tell me where the kid is." And the blond, but that could wait 'til later; no way was Matt leaving D out of his sight for that long.