experiment 1 || action

[patchworkdoctor]

[Another newbie! But this one happens to be absolutely silent, not bothering to try and contact anyone with the Seal he found in his pocket. Instead, he's taken to riding around the city and her different districts on his stitched-up computer chair, arms folded over the top, looking slightly perturbed, a slowly smoldering cigarette in his mouth. In

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[Action]

[always_foreign]

[[Kino and Hermes also slow to a stop outside the Disappearing District, the girl looking towards it with a vague expression that might be called longing. She's done this many times since it appeared, and she found herself unable to enter the new place. It's enough to make her wonder if her constant wish to see someplace new has been misinterpreted.

But she sees someone outside, this time, and finds no reason to hold back from asking the stranger questions. Who is she to judge his appearance? ... Or why he has that chair out here.]]

Excuse me--do you know anything about that place?

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[patchworkdoctor]

[He hears her talking to him, but it only occurs to him a moment later that she's actually talking to him. He cocks his head, looking at her.]

Hm? Oh. No. I've only just arrived here.

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[always_foreign]

[[She looks mildly surprised at this.]]

Just now?

[[Considering the chair, she would have thought he'd been there for a while.]]

In that case, are you lost?

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[patchworkdoctor]

Yes, just a few minutes ago.

[He considers this question for a moment, and then nods.] Yes, I am.

[skirtindanger]

[so around in the Alpha district, Maka seems to be walking back from somewhere. ...that is, until she spots a very familiar person in a very familiar chair rolling about in a very familiar fashion. she halts to a dead stop.]

... ... Professor?

[patchworkdoctor]

...

[That voice. That voice is very familiar.]

Hm? [He rolls to a stop, looking over his shoulder, only to see the one, the only Maka Albarn.]

...Oh. Hello, Maka. [A beat.] I take it you're stuck here, too. [That, or this is one hell of an elaborate hallucination.]

[skirtindanger]

Uh-huh, that's right. ...Did you just get here?

[patchworkdoctor]

Yes.. [He looks down at the ground, frowning slightly. He remembers the music box, but he'd thought it a hallucination, at the time. This is something else entirely.] ...That's very curious.

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[rolereverse]

[ oh wow this is something you don't see often... ]

. . . what's that?

[action]

[patchworkdoctor]

Hm? [He looks over as he's rolling by.] What is what?

[action]

[rolereverse]

That chair thing . . .

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[patchworkdoctor]

[He looks down at the chair, and then frowns, looking back up, totally unsure as to what he should be saying here.]

...it's a computer chair.