001: Turing Test/threshold

[usagipino]

[Onto the Plane steps a young girl. She looks to be about seven years old and is dressed in black, flowy clothes. She looks the part of a high society girl.]

[When she notices where she is, her blank expression becomes one of mild confusion. She looks around as though searching for someone.]

This is not right. I am not where I am supposed to be. This place does not appear to be in the Romdeau servers.

Will someone direct me to the exit, please? Mama will not be pleased with my disappearance.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Beat up and concerned. She crouches down and smiles.] You're all right, don't worry. This is the Astral Plane. It's easy enough to come and go.

[usagipino]

[:O A stranger!] Astral...Plane? Is there such a place in Romdeau?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[kadjs KIDS. Why the kids.] It's all right. I'll help you get home.

[usagipino]

[She bows politely.] Thank you, sir.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Where are you from? [He crouches down in front of her.]

[usagipino]

I'm from one of the upper districts. I shouldn't tell you the address, since you are a stranger.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

That's quite right. [A pause] I mean, though, what city are you from? What country?

[usagipino]

What...city? Are you an immigrant too? I'm meeting lots of them today...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Aww, shit, a kid.] You're fine, and you're not mad. Just think about home and you'll go there.

[usagipino]

[Just a touch indignant,] I know that I am not mad; I was tested only yesterday, and there is no evidence of the virus.

Think...about home?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[More bloody children]

All you have to do is think of home. It's a bit like the Wizard of Oz, really, except without the heel clicking.

[usagipino]

[Stares at him.] Think of home...but that does not make sense. There should be an exit.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a shrug]

There are a great many things that make very little sense, I think you'll find. Give it a try anyway, why don't you?

[usagipino]

[She frowns a little and closes her eyes, picturing Romdeau...and poof. After a minute or so she reappears, looking confused.]

This should be impossible, though. ...Mama did not notice I'd gone.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Time doesn't pass in your own reality as long as you're here. It's called the Astral Plane.

[Crowley is wondering, right about now, when he became part of the welcome wagon :|]

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

Well aren't you adorable.

Don't worry, just think about it and you can leave whenever you want.

[usagipino]

[Tiny smile.] Thank you, sir.

Think about it...?

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Think. Y'know, the thing you do with your mind.

What's your name, kid?

[usagipino]

I do not have a mind, unless you are referring to my memory core.

I am called Pino.

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

...Sure, call it whatever you want. Just create a picture of your home in your... "memory core"... and you'll go back there. Simple.

And I'm Sokka.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Cop senses say he should idk do something.]

Bloody hell, they take all these kids. Listen, we'll get you back home. You don't have to worry 'bout none of this.

[usagipino]

[She tilts her head a little at him.] Oh, I'm not worried, sir. But I really should find the exit.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] There isn't really an exit like that. You're gonna sorta...imagine yourself home, all right? Time don't pass, your mum won't know you was gone.

[usagipino]

Mama always notices, though. I don't really understand...how can I imagine something like that?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Nah, she won't. Time don't pass back home while you're here. Don't get it meself. The imagining bit's trickier, I guess...

Oh, yeah. I'm Chris. I'm a police officer, so if you need something, you can come looking for me.