... ?

[notmyfaultwall]

--helped us Wash… Wash…?
…

Tucker? Oh my god. Where am I? Where, did the ice go? Where, did the bed, come from?

…

Also, the room.

Comments

[wearethemeta]

[The journal picks up a long, low growl. Seriously castle?]

[And then words appear in angular, scratchy handwriting.]

CONGRATULATIONS. YOU'RE IN THE CASTLE. YOU LOST SOMETHING BUT YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT BACK. AND WASH IS AN ALIEN WHO WILL EAT YOUR FACE IF YOU GET TOO CLOSE. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GO SAY HI. HE'S IN ROOM 1103.

[notmyfaultwall]

[and now he will be yelling.

Loudly.]

I DON'T, REMEMBER, GOING TO A CASTLE.

ALSO, WASH ISN'T AN ALIEN, WASH IS PART OF BLUE TEAM.

[wearethemeta]

[A sharp snarl at the yelling, pushing the journal a little because hallo, loud.]

WELL, YOU'RE HERE NOW.

[But wait ... what?]

AND WASHINGTON IS TOTALLY AN ALIEN; THE CASTLE MADE HIM ONE. IT CAN DO THAT. AND SINCE WHEN WAS WASHINGTON PART OF BLUE TEAM?

[notmyfaultwall]

ARE, YOU SURE, THAT WE ARE HERE. AND NOT. SOMEWHERE ELSE. THAT LOOKS LIKE HERE?

WASH ISN'T AN ALIEN.

...

BUT HE MIGHT BE A ROBOT. OR HAVE SUPER POWERS.

SINCE, HE JOINED.

[hulloeverything]

Wash? You don't perchance mean Agent Washington, do you?

[notmyfaultwall]

Yes. That is Wash.

And he, is not, an alien.

I hope.

[hulloeverything]

An alien? Why would you say that?

[notmyfaultwall]

Because, the very loud, person in the book, said, he was.

[ectobabble]

Whoa, hey, there. It's okay, don't panic. You've just been brought through a quantum interdimensional gateway to a pocket dimension called Paradisa - the room's yours, more'n' likely, and my voice is comin' from a book somewhere nearby that'll have your name on it.

[pauses] I am, for the record, uh, not actually the book.

[notmyfaultwall]

... [yeah, he got none of that.]

So, you, are the talking book?

[ectobabble]

[well THIS is special. Ray winces, but his tone's still pleasant and patient as ever]

Nope.

[notmyfaultwall]

... You are the ghost, that, is in the book?

Oh. My. God. I did not know ghosts could be in books!

Voice;

[superiorheight]

You've arrived on an Irken controlled planet! Lucky you.

[No lasers, even. It's not a lie if Purple completely believes it's true.]

All voice, all the time

[notmyfaultwall]

... What, is a Irk-y thingy?

Also, what planet, is this?

Multiple voices, even.

[haveasandwich]

It's pronounced Irken. And the planet is called... Paradisa... Up until we think of a better name. Right now, we like the irony, since it's your prison from now until eternity.

All the voices

[superiorheight]

Or until we get bored with it and blow it up.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

BLARG!! Blarg honk honk blarg blarg.

[notmyfaultwall]

That, doesn't sound, like a dog.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Blarg blarg honk.

[written]
Not a dog. Alien. Turned into one by castle.

[notmyfaultwall]

... Alien-robot-dog-Wash?

... Is this Washington?