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[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[Pollution appears, one hand reaching out as if to turn a knob. He stands completely still for several beats. After a flash of a shocked expression, he takes a moment to give his surroundings a miffed look. That accomplished, he drops his arm to his side.]

I was in the middle of something. [He speaks quietly, still looking vaguely annoyed. After spinning slowly to examine where he's found himself:] Either there's a new teleporting security device I've never heard of, or Someone is having some fun. I don't care either way, but I would like to leave. Immediately.

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Dammit, that presence is familiar.]

[This would be one (1) demon, trying to back the fuck away before he's noticed.]

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[You're the only one around, Crowley, it's not as if you're difficult to spot. A short pause, just to double check his memory] Demon. Cr-.. something. Do you know where this is?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley freezes, wishing he'd just dropped from the Plane when he had the chance.]

Er. Pollution, wasn't it?

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

Yes. Does that mean you don't know?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[debating how much to tell one of the Horsepersons]

It's called the Astral Plane. So far as we've been able to tell, it's nothing to do with Above or Below.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't have much patience for your waffling, Crowley]

But you're not certain. Wonderful. What have you been able to tell?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ngh. [It's probably better to just tell him than let him interrogate someone else]

It's a crossroads between realities. The people that visit this place come from multiple worlds, multiple times. Everyone able to come to this place is part of some kind of experiment, run by the Twins you've no doubt seen already.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

An experiment. On multiple worlds. [That's completely believable.] So we're stuck here?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You can leave whenever you like. Just think of our own world and you'll vanish from here. [Please, please do.]

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

And if I wanted to come back?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...]

The same. Think of this place again. It's instant.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

How interesting. [he disappears and reappears a moment later — possibly gone long enough for Crowley to take off, if the demon is enterprising]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The demon has, in fact, vanished when Pollution returns.]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Oh. No. Fucking. Way.]

[This would be one (1) angel, trying to resist the urge to attack an essence that can't be destroyed.]

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[Pollution gives him an even look]

Am I meant to know why I'm here, then?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

That's a very existential question for someone like you to ask. I would also like to know why you are here.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

I've not a clue. [he's going to ignore the emphasis] Why are you here?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Presumably because I want to be. At the moment.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

You don't look as if you want to be here.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

In your presence? No. On the Plane? Yes.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

I'm not keeping you here, you know. It certainly looks as if this place is large enough for both of us.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

There is never enough space for you. [And he vanishes.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Quietly, because this guy looks faintly creepy] You can leave any time you like.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

How? [a sweeping gesture] Walk off into the stars?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Think of home actually.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

That's all?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[In a monotone because unfortunately Pollution's massive charisma does not work on twins.]

Then leave.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[Pollution rolls his eyes, that was not helpful in the least]

Are you always so welcoming?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

Often.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

At least it wasn't special treatment.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

It would require a special occasion.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

Like a party?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[Pollution scores a mild amusement. Cue mouth twitch.]

Like a party.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

I'll keep it in mind.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Amaterasu senses something VERY WRONG. So she's standing at a distance, staring at Pollution, her ears starting to go back.]

Simply think of your home and you will go.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[Talking wolf? Huh.]

What is this place?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

It is the Astral Plane, a gathering of many different worlds and realities. An experiment, where all of us inhabitants are the unwilling participants.

May I ask who you are?

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

What keeps you here, if it's as easy to leave as you say?

[He smiles] Call me White.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

I have friends here. And I like to keep an eye on this place~

[She grins, showing a few too many teeth.] White, then. I am not sure yet whether it is a pleasure to meet you, so I'm afraid I will not say it. In any case, I am Amaterasu, sun goddess of Nippon.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[He takes a look around.]

It doesn't look like much to keep an eye on.

Would that be a sun goddess, or the sun goddess?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

It is the people here I am concerned about.

Either, depending, I suppose. In my world I am certainly the only sun goddess, but I have met many people from worlds with many different gods and goddesses.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

Ah. If you say so.

I've only heard of one. God, that is. And people who claim to be gods.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have heard that a few times here as well. Hm, but you are free to believe or disbelieve me as you wish.