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[uranophobe]

[It's very jarring, to wake up in a somewhat normal-styled house when you are absolutely certain you last fell asleep in an insane asylum. But, whatever, let's just roll with it. This situation could be one of many things: Jervis creating a new mind-control simulation and deciding once again that "odd semi-friendship" means "I can use you as a

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[fuckyeahsealand]

[Sealand is doing what any kid should be doing in the summer: sitting in front of the TV, watching cartoons, and eating cereal. He does look over at the man when he spots him, though.]

You're not the drone, I guess.

[uranophobe]

... Drone? [why is there a child here]

[fuckyeahsealand]

Yeah, the guy who was here before got droned, so I guess you came after that. [Eating more cereal.] You're in Mayfield now, it's like a big black hole town and it sucks everyone in and no one can get out.

[uranophobe]

Interesting. [And he legitimately finds it so. He walks over to examine the TV as well.] Would you happen to know what year it is, child? Or, at least, what it's meant to be, here?

[puzzlerprince]

[It's funny, really. Eddie was heading over towards Ricardo Street to converse with Luthor---there was a long-overdue conversation about the Legion's current state of affairs that they needed to go over. But along the way, he hears a voice that's all too familiar.

He'd seen Crane in Mayfield before. Back when he had been hallucinating during the Population Control craze. But he's fairly sure he'd been hallucination-free since at least Port West. Still. It wouldn't hurt to question him.]

...Jonathan?

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[uranophobe]

Nigma. [He's not surprised to see Eddie, really; after all, if he's been captured by this "Mayfield," it would only make sense that other Gothamites had been taken as well. He's just somewhat relieved that it's not one of his more... psychotic fellow inmates.] Long time no see.

[puzzlerprince]

[He almost responds to the contrary, but---He's not sure. He was just an illusion last time, wasn't he? Taunting him, urging him to kill Susan. But now, he... he is real this time, right? One way to find out.

Here, Doctor Crane. Have a surprise punch to the gut.]

[uranophobe]

[WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN] What the hell is your problem, Nigma!

[elevatoravatar]

[Walking down the street, headed home from one of her various wanderings is a golden eyed albino woman singing something in the language of Lost Carcosan, which if listened to for more than 5 seconds will be creepy in a distant and undefinable way. She'll however move past Jon in kind of a daze]

[uranophobe]

[This is not even on the list of the weirdest things he's ever seen. Still, this one seems a hell of a lot more interesting than the simple-minded zombies he's been plagued with so far today.]

Good morning, ma'am.

[elevatoravatar]

"Hrm..."

[She ponders a bit, eyes coming somewhat into focus]

"Morning, so it is. Hello sir."

[She bows]

[uranophobe]

Are you a fan of Lovecraft, then?

[crazyclownwoman]

[Also walking down the street. Not dressed in her clown costume.

Hey, wait a second.]

......Professor Crane!

[uranophobe]

Harleen? [Now this is a legitimate surprise.]

[crazyclownwoman]

That's me!

When did you get here?

[uranophobe]

Hardly a few hours ago. I take it you've been here longer?

nasty

[uranophobe]

More like woke up in an entirely wrong bed. [linefaec] Do I know you.

[uranophobe]

You certainly think very highly of yourself, don't you.

I can't tell if you mean that as a greeting or a prison sentence.