'Cause Descole's a Creative Genius

[sinisterballet]

[Descole walks into a room with a huge grand piano. It seems no one is around, and as he cannot find the door to the outside to the building he doesn't remember waltzing into, he decides to kill some time and play the piano. While doing so, playing a pianissimo noise level, he begins lightly singing along in a French tune, figuring he'd hear the

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[contraltoflute]

[Unfortunately, his double is rather fond of the rafters as a transportation method.

This is... the first time she's encountered a double of herself, for all her awareness of them. It doesn't surprise her that he's male - everyone she's met has seemed confused by her gender. It does surprise her a little how... relaxed he seems, though. The simple fact that he's just openly playing piano like this, something which means that he's not entirely concentrated on his surroundings, on anyone who might sneak up on him, on anyone who might try to hurt him... that's surprising, for her. ...but then, she knows already that not every world has a Layton like hers, and she'd been known to occasionally let her guard down in the days before that.

Dropping down from the rafters behind him, she rights herself, pulling her cloak tight around herself, and then calls out.]

Are you new, double?

[sinisterballet]

[In the middle of some French words, he turns around violently, jumping himself out of the seat and gasping at the site. The woman looked just like him, masked, cloaked and incognito in all, but she was a woman.]

[Slightly embarrassed he let his guard down, he crosses his arms in front of him. He hated when people saw him play music.]

Double? What are you talking about?

[contraltoflute]

[She snorts, just a little. Well. The reaction is probably similar to what her own would have been, if she'd been in his position. She's not in that position, though, what with having been one of the first here.]

This place... it's some sort of thing that draws us all in from different worlds. You're Jean Descole, I presume? Because I am, too.

[sinisterballet]

[With his weight shifted, and trying to push the music out of his mind, he nods with his eyes narrowed behind his mask. He has a hard time believing it, but everything he'd been through, he wouldn't deny it. This woman certain does remind him of himself and considering he had been thrust into this place, he was in no position to fight against her theory.]

So you're me, I'm you, and I was pulled inter-dimensionally? I guess that makes a lot of sense. Jean Descole in a different world is a woman? How fitting. So I take it, other than that, you're just as clueless as I am, as to what this is about, how we get out, and who else is here?