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[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James stumbles forward, confused by his surroundings. In one hand he clutches a heavy pipe. Both the pipe and his clothes are covered in monster gore, and combined with his disheveled and distant expression, he looks more than a little out of it. He pauses for a moment, then calls out.]

W-where...?

Mmuh… Mary? Mary are you here?

[He steps forward, clutching the pipe uncertainly.]

What's going on? Where am I?

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Immediate reaction is to whip out her P90 from the violin case and fix it on him with a glare.] Are you one of the dangerous people here that Signore Doctor told me about?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James doesn't have great experiences with little girls. The pipe is raised, but he takes a step back at the sight of the gun.]

W-who... Who are you? What doctor?

I'm not dangerous!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't budge] Why are you all bloody if you're not dangerous?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James look down and stares for a moment, as if seeing the mess for the first time]

It's not from people! I-I'd never...

[...for the most part. James drops his pipe and raises his hands in the air.]

Look, I'm unarmed.

My name is James. Can you tell me where I am?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[DOES NOT TRUST THIS. So not lowering her weapon yet.] Y...You're a new person too? What's it from?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

Monsters. I was hiding from them before I wound up... wherever this is.

[he pauses, taking another, more careful look at his surroundings]

This isn't the town, is it?

Am I... dead?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Startled by that--the point of her P90 drops a little.] N...no. We're not dead. I went home. We're not dead. This is... um... The Astral Plane?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

The Astral..?

[James shakes his head]

Fine. It doesn't really matter.

I just need to find my wife. I need to get back to... where I was.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um... Your... [And her guard relaxes.] I-if you think hard about it, you can go back to where you were before you came here. And that's how you get here, too.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

That easy, huh?

Uh... [he looks down at his pipe]

You aren't going to shoot me if I pick that up, are you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Well. I'm a lot faster than you. So don't try to hit me with it.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I won't. I mean, I don't hurt people...

[He crouches carefully, arms still raised. James doesn't really relax until he's standing again, pipe in his hands]

What's a little girl doing with a gun anyways? Hasn't anyone told you how dangerous they are?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...of course guns are dangerous. There's no point if they aren't. [Just sounds confused by this, and maybe a little defensive thanks to the 'little girl' part.]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[have the Master! yay, Master! he's interested in the blood, and gore and new face. :D]

Interesting! I think you're one of the first to come here covered in gore.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't be playing with them. You might hurt yourself.

TWICE

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ D< ] I'm not playing with it! This is mine!

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James clutches his pipe. Little girls are one thing, strange men on the other hand...]

...Who are you?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master grins politely]

My name is Seta. Mr. Seta.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James backs off. D: Doesn't want to piss off an armed kid.]

Okay, okay!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hugs the P90 and glowers at him.]

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[not quite sure if he should relax or not D:]

Mister... Seta?

I'm James. James Sunderland.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he should. :( THE MASTER IS TOTALLY COOL.]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sunderland. You are, of course, new to the Astral Plane...?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[uncomfortable James is uncomfortable!]

I- I'm sorry..?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

It's a pleasure to meet you too... [totally weirded out by civility after MONSTERS MONSTERS CRAZIES YEAH]

I guess so. I just got here and-

[Gasp, he realizes he's standing around when he should be looking for wifey]

I'm looking for my wife, have you seen her?

[James pulls out his picture of Mary because it is totally a real object in his reality and holds it out]

[madamemoiselle]

How gross. If you're going to come here the first time, it's at least a little better if you don't come looking like you're a murderer. People here don't really like that, you know.

Ne, but it smells gross anyways. {She even pinches her nose for effect} What is that?