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[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

[Walking around, feeling very uncomfortable and yet unable to hide his curiosity. Still, he's trying to act as normal as possible should anyone come along, with a lax posture and hands in his pockets. He squints as he examines a swirling galaxy in the distance, before thoughtfully tapping the "floor". Thinking he might as well try getting a hold of somebody, Dexter fixes on a smile and tries calling out.]

Hello? [pauses to listen]

[cups a hand next to his mouth] Don't suppose someone could lend me a map of this place!

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[acrotomophile]

[Probably standing behind him - saw him at a distance.]

...Brother. You found your way here. I knew you would.

[smiles] I don't think there's a map.

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

[turning around...very slowly. That voice isn't exactly welcome at a time where he's not on top of what's going on]

...Bi- [hesitates, then swallows thickly] Brian.

I'd like to say you're a walking impossibility, but something about the location throws logic out the window.

[acrotomophile]

At first I thought I was hallucinating all of this. Making it all up.

Including the fact that you killed me.

[his smile vanishes, but he still seems calm] But I wasn't making that up, was I?

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

I wish I was dreaming. But I don't think dreams work like this.

[watching Brian closely, and damn himself for- guilt?] No. That'd be a Freudian field day, imaging your own death.

[acrotomophile]

If this were a dream, it would be a nightmare for you. Wouldn't it?

[Waiting, waiting for something - wants to believe in Dexter again, wants to go back to how it was before]

[madamemoiselle]

It's pretty, isn't it? Ne, but I don't think there's a map. Not like you should need one anyways. It just seems like it goes on forever, after all! ♥

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

[plasters on a smile] Yeah, kinda hard to map out all of space, I guess. Still, one can't help but hope.

[scrutinizes the plane again] You're right though. It is kinda...pretty.

[madamemoiselle]

But why would you need a map anyways? If you don't need it, why would you hope for it?

Kinda pretty? Ah, then you don't really have any taste for this kind of thing, do you? Ne, it's really gorgeous!

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

Having some sort of evidence that this place makes sense would be reassuring, I guess.

I don't really look at the stars much. I prefer keeping my sights closer to home.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, there are a lot of things in the world that don't really make sense, but they're fine for the most part too. I think that you're thinking too hard about it~

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Aw but maps take the fun out of exploring. Unless it's a treasure map, I suppose.

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

Exploring implies you're willing to get lost, though. Can't say it's my area of expertise.


((I'm very proud xDbbbbbb))

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Really? [scratches his head] Well! Best to just dive into these sorts of things.

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

[smiles] I have no choice. And anyway, the company's not bad. [Something about this guy I can't really put my finger on... May need to keep an eye on him.]

I'm Dexter, by the way. [offers a hand] And, uh, do you know if time passes her the same as...well, wherever we come from? It'd be nice to know if I can take my time or if my life is passing me by.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[beams at him and shakes his hand] Nice to meet you, Dexter! I'm the Doctor. And no, time is quite stagnant in this place. [shoves his hands into his pockets] I don't think time moves again until we leave here.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Even if there were a map I don't think it'd do you much good.

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

[smiles] No, probably not. [okay, so it's established that I used a bad joke. Why can't anyone drop it? Note to self: Vapid wit is losing its sting.] At least I found people. Hello. [inclines his head a bit, smile firmly in place] I'm Dexter.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

The constellations are unfamiliar, can't recognize anything. [he's actually serious about the map thing to some extent...]

[Milo arches an eyebrow at Dexter, he's not really used to introductions.] Scorpio Milo.

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

Really? Maybe it's just the wrong solstice. [still smiling] Interesting name. Is that why you know about astronomy?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

It's more of a title than a name.

[variably.livejournal.com]

You can leave whenever you want.

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

That almost seems too easy. What's the catch?

[variably.livejournal.com]

[She thinks for a moment, she's not sure there's a catch...]

[Shrugs] You always come back.

[bloodonedge.livejournal.com]

I don't have a choice?

[variably.livejournal.com]

...you do. You pick when you come.