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[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

[have a Sam Spade. He's in his trenchcoat and fedora, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He hasn't yet noticed the red ring that has appeared on his hand]

[he spins around, hands balled into fists] All right, who's there? Where'd that street shop go?

Oh, I see. Slipped me a mickey at my last meetup with the Fat Man, didn't you? Well, I won't have it, and I won't believe it! Tell me where I am!

[after a few moments, he calms himself and lets out a laugh] You know, I've heard a lot about movie magic, but you can really throw a guy, putting him in a place like this without warning. So, why don't you come out, we'll discuss this like men.

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[lamb_of_gold]

I assure you, you're well within your right mind. This is, presumably, part of the Astral Plane.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Astral Plane, that's the name of some joint here in San Francisco, I'm assuming?

[lamb_of_gold]

Another dimension of existence, actually. One that's tied to the realities of the people here. No doubt you walked into a small shop to get here in the first place.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Little corner shop off eighteenth and main.

When you're talking realities and existence, you're not talking philosophies, are you, Slim?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[there's a scary new man on the Plane, eek!


at least he's stopped yelling]

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Come here, Dollface, I ain't gonna hurt you.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[if only he knew how accurate that name was]

I-I'm not afraid of you, desu.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, what if it's not a man?

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Let me guess, you've shown up to tell me how I got here, ain't that right, Angel?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Only if you'd like. Ne, but you might not believe me at first.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Let me guess, 1930s or 1940s America? You're angry enough to be from Philly, but that's not it. Not New York either.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

It's 1941 and you damn well know it! Tell me how I got here!

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

So I was right. I'm getting good at this.

{but House can tell this will be fun, so he pops a few of his favorite pieces of "candy"}

Magic isn't going to be a good answer, but that's the closest thing to the truth.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Calm down a little. We're on the Astral Plane right now.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, what's that?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

It's a place where a bunch of different realities meet. We aren't really given a choice about showing up here.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Meetup with the Fat Man?

[he laughs.]

Shit, I think you're our first druggie.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know him, do you? Big man, selling drugs to little kids, gets 'em hooked young. If a few of them die in the process, that's not his business. Until now.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what are you, the crack police?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I like your coat.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

[shrugs in the coat]

Thanks, Toots. What brings a dame like you here?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Toots?

The twins. Didn't you see them? They've brought us all here.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[head tilt as she gets a look at him. He reminds her of someone from some movie, although she's not sure what. Jackie dated a guy that was into film noir at one point or another.]

Pause and try taking a breath or something, yeah?

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

There'll be time for takin' a breath when I find out where I am, Sugar.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[incredulous] Sugar?

[let's it go for the moment] But yeah, you're on the Astral Plane. It's like a sorta meeting place between realities and universes. Not sure if that makes any sense, there are a load of people around who are much better at this sorta thing than I am.