[01] the moon really is made of cheese!

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Whoa. This isn’t the store, is it? Last time I checked, there wasn’t a portal into outer space…well, anywhere.

But man, is this cool! There’s Andromeda, and Cassiopeia, and Leo Minor, and…!

Okay Fenton, you’ve got to calm down and figure out what this place is…it’s not Amity Park, that’s for sure. And if it’s outer space, why the heck are there benches, and—and a bar, and—

Ugh! What the heck is going on here?! Why am I in space, and why is there stuff floating around in space anyway?! And how the heck am I supposed to get back home?! Man, everyone’s going to freak…

…I’m an astronaut!!

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[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

It's not space, it's the Astral Plane. You can go back my thinking about it.

[ghostlighter]

[S'up. Have a stranger staring at you. It's a two-for-one deal, as there's also a Haseo chained to Chris' leg. Poor guy.]

... Danny?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

What? How can it not be space? It looks just like it! *cue wide motioning to...everything, really* And what's 'Astral Plane' supposed to mean, anyway?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

*Right back atcha, buddy. And same goes for your friend over there.*

Uh...yeah? How do you know my name?

[ghostlighter]

How do I...? You're kidding, right?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Uh...no? And seriously, you knowing my name in the first place is kinda creeping me out.

[ghostlighter]

I know your name because we... work together. [Doesn't exactly wanna say 'fight ghosts' with Haseo standing right there. :|]

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

...right. We work together even though I don't have a job?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[Have a Sam, chained by the wrist to a Hei (http://contract-star.livejournal.com/profile). She smiles, waves, and quickly makes her way over which may or may not involve literally dragging Hei with her]

About time you found this place.

[ghostlighter]

It's not that kind of work.

... look, what's the date for you?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey Sam! Uh...I guess that means you've been in space longer than I have?

...uh, who's your new friend? *points to Hei*

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Schoolwork? I don't even go to school anymore...

The date? It's April 26th, why?

[ghostlighter]

Wait—hold up. You don't go to school?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Not since the start of sophomore year, anyway.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[She glances over her shoulder at Hei, rolls her eyes and waves a hand dismissively as she turns back to Danny.]

Heh heh, uh... Ignore him. That's... this place's fault. [Innocent smile!]

And this isn't space, not really. It's called the Astral Plane. It's... kind of like an experiment.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I'm not sure I want to ask.

You're the second person to tell me it's the Astral Plane, but what's it actually mean? And how's it an experiment? Other than trying to get furniture into not-space.

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

[And hey, the person Chris is chained to decides to speak up finally.]

...So what the hell is going on here? Do you two know each other, or what?

[ghostlighter]

[Chris frowns at the new information.]

Maybe not... I mean, I definitely know him. But—it could be a case of different realities. The Danny I know definitely didn't drop out of school.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Probably for the best.

It's... [Insert vague hand gestures here] Well, I'm not really sure what it is. I just know that the twins from that shop? They're pretty much at fault here. They mess with the people that get brought here. Sometimes, it's pretty bad. [She holds up the handcuffed wrist.] Other times, it's just plain weird.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Hey, I didn't drop out! Mr. Lancer still comes to tutor me now and then, I just can't actually go to school. But I definitely don't know this guy--

--wait, different realities? What's that supposed to mean?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

So what you're saying is the twins from the shop transport us to not-space so we can just hang out in the stars and get handcuffed to people?

If I weren't seeing all this myself, I'd think you were lying to me. *And there he goes, eyes wandering around the background, still picking out individual stars and constellations as he goes.*

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] It's a little more dangerous than just hanging out, but yeah. Sort of. I mean, without the cuffing part. This is definitely a first. [Mumble mutter...]

((OoC: It's been brought to my attention that the cuffs are actually around the ankles. My bad, I guess studying really has been frying my brain. Pretend it's been that way? ^^; Sorry.))

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

It means there are worlds that are pretty similar, but not exactly the same. Events occur differently, the technology level's different...stuff like that. I don't entirely get it myself, but that's how it is, it seems.

[ghostlighter]

[He nods.] What she said. That's what this place, the Astral Plane, is: a kind of melting pot for all the different realities.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

More dangerous? What do you mean, more dangerous? Do people get hurt out here all the time?