[ first chapter - audio | day ]

[triumphing]

  [ The feed flickers on to focus on a boy, pale face smudged with dirt and a few cuts on his face - and piercing green eyes peering at the device through thick framed glasses. There's something, a long wooden stick enclosed in one hand, which when he notes the thing appears to be on - he hastily puts away inside of his jacket. There's a mask,

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voice;

[lunardancing]

We haven't found a way out yet.

voice;

[triumphing]

Haven't found a way out yet?

[He seems to consider this a moment before he continues:] But. How long've you been here?

voice;

[lunardancing]

Almost eight months now.

[notabadwolf]

[BRB STARING. He looks just like James, only not. Remus, however, is a bit more difficult to identify, since he's wearing his wolfy mask, which covers the top half of his face.]

Ja- no, never mind.

[triumphing]

Sorry, what?

[He picks up his own mask before addressing the PORTAL again.] So we're supposed to wear these?

[notabadwolf]

You look like one of my friends - but you're not him, your eyes are different. [Because SOMEONE is obviously more observant than Sirius. Not that this is difficult, Remus would like to point out.] The resemblance really is quite uncanny, though.

Er. So I'm told. I don't know, I've only been here a day or two myself.

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[sun_droplet]

Are you alright? [WORRY!!!]

audio;

[triumphing]

I'm... fine. Just in a bit of a hurry.

Do you have any idea of where this is, exactly?

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[sun_droplet]

The City of Dreams. We're all kinda stuck here right now. But you look hurt. I can heal you.

audio;

[triumphing]

What? [And, she's right - he'd forgotten, hadn't really noticed in his earlier haste.] Oh. It's not too bad. I can just have my fri - [Except that Hermione doesn't seem to be here.]

voice;

[crimsonandnoir]

Join the club. A lot of us back home are fighting wars.

Far as I can tell, no one knows how to get out, or get in. It just happens.

voice;

[triumphing]

How does everyone mean, nobody knows the way out? There has to be a way out.

I can't stay here. I'm the only one who can finish this.

voice;

[crimsonandnoir]

There isn't. A lot of us have been trying for months.

I wish we did know a way out, but the city literally goes on for miles.

voice;

[triumphing]

But I don't have months. [He doesn't mean to take it out and be frustrated at her, but he had a plan. And now, it doesn't look like he'll be putting that in motion anytime soon.]

Right. Thanks.

[gumshoewizard]

Calm down, you're not going to be going anywhere any time soon.

Welcome to Promenade, City of Dreams, yadda yadda.

[triumphing]

I can't be stuck here, I've got somewhere to be. Are you sure there's no way out? [He's not exactly one hundred percent trusting at the moment, but apparating only brings him back here. So there's obviously some truth to that.]

City of Dreams?

[gumshoewizard]

[Good kid, makes you smart to question.]

Yeah. This is all in your head, or we're in someone else's, probably. This is all just a dream.

[triumphing]

In our... head?

If this is all some dream, why can't we just wake up?