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[saintlysmile]

[It doesn’t take him long to figure it out-- the little gadget at his side doesn’t look much different from the one he kept losing track of at home. Shaundi was pretty good at digging it out from between couch cushions, scraping it free from beneath the passenger side seat of his car, sticky and often flashing with messages he likely should have

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[tyrellrose]

[ Wait is that a man? She just. Stares.

You get an audio response of five seconds of silence, the result of someone starting to respond before realising she had no idea what to say. ]

[saintlysmile]

Hey... what?

[He stares at the thing a moment, features screwed up toward a camera he doesn't know is running.

Unsure if there's someone there or not, he shakes the Forge violently, calling out to whomever that was (or wasn't)]

I CAN HEAR YOU NOT BEING USEFUL.

[sdfkhldhflkh!!!]

[tyrellrose]

[ video; there's a girl tilting her head at you and Not Staring ]

There's some sort of sorcery involved.

[saintlysmile]

[...]

Sorcery? You're high.

[honker]

[ WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS POST!? ]

[ There's no visual, but you can hear a low voice, volume modulating a little oddly on the second sentence, and maybe a little spacey, but still just a normal human voice, right. ]

Woah, bro. Check the wicked motherfucking greasepaint! That shit is kicking.

[ There's the sound of... was that a bicycle horn? ]

[saintlysmile]

Thanks. You oughta see my evening look. Stellar.

[finally, someone who talks normal]

Are you... riding a bike on the phone, dude? Might not be safe. One of my couriers got smooshed by an ice cream truck doin' that.

[honker]

Nah, I'm-

Where'd the motherfucking-

[ hoooooooooooonk ]

[ And then he finally manages to find where he dropped the Forge, and flicks video on. ]

I'm in the horn pile, man!

[ He certainly is lounging in the chillest way atop a small pile of bicycle horns. ]

[saintlysmile]

[cripes, everyone's on the drugs here]

The... horn...

[... pile? Literally, looks like. Okie dokie.]

Y'know, to be fair, it ain't the weirdest shit I've seen. Kudos t'you and your pile, man.

[f_eye_candy]

Ah, well. The good news are... well, I'm sure that you will find some good news to be happy about, but the bad news are that you are stuck here, and there is no way of going back home, or really anywhere. I don't know if you are familliar with travel between different universes, but apparently this world takes people here and traps them. [No one should say something like that so very cheerfully.]

[saintlysmile]

[oy vey, this one]

The only people I know who've "travelled between universes" also feel spiders on their legs at random intervals and don't have a whole lotta teeth left.

But.

I'm seein' this story a lot lately... and shittily, starting to believe it. So are you new here, too? Or just part of the local ding-dong population.

[f_eye_candy]

Well, I'm a traveller between universes, but I will have to get back to you on the spiders. Mind you, I'd rather keep my teeth. [Have a small, teasing smirk, and then he rocks forwards, getting just a bit too close to his Forge.]

And yes, I am newly arrived here, and I have to admit, it is hard to believe the strange things you hear in the beginning. But everything becomes a lot easier after you accept it.

[saintlysmile]

Bullshit, you are!! [HA, WHAT] C'mon man, you don't expect me to buy stuff like that.

[blink]

And back up, you're freakin' me out.

Anyway, I don't exactly plan on stickin' around long enough to "accept" any of this. You can, if that's cool with you, but I've got a city to get back to.

[likesaboss]

The good news is that you haven't been ditched. The bad news is I'm afraid you're stuck here with the rest of us.

[...]

Your eyeliner's a little smudged.

[saintlysmile]

Yeah, I sorta had my face smeared into the floor when I woke up here. Ruined the whole illusion, y'know? [he says this with an exaggerated, smouldering look, curl of a smile twisting the corner of his mouth] Easily fixed, easily fixed.

Anyhoo.

I've got a hard time believing I'm actually stuck.Come on-- tell me how to get back to my city. I've got shit to do.

[likesaboss]

Sounds like a less than pleasant welcome. I wouldn't worry about it.

I thought the same thing when I arrived but...here I am. Still.