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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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I think my notif got eated. ._.

[lamb_of_gold]

Thankfully, time doesn't pass while you're here, which is something that many people here take advantage of. Those at home will not notice your absence.

I shan't forgive LJ for that!

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Yeah? So you're sayin' my watch here won't---[looks down at his watch, gives it a few taps] Now, that is something.

[lamb_of_gold]

It's convenient sometimes.

Have you a name?

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Spade, Sam Spade.

And you, Mr. Mu, have been extremely helpful. Not sure I believe all of this, but it's a start to figuring out why I'm here.

[lamb_of_gold]

Just Mu.

As for the whys, I know this Plane is a manner of experiment in which we are all unwitting participants, but I know not why.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

What sort of experiment?

[lamb_of_gold]

I don't know it's ultimate end, but it affects us all in different ways; sometimes as a group, but very often only individually.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there's a group of people in Germany right now doing the very same thing. [points to his own chest with his thumb] I'm not gonna stand for this here. Not in my city.

[lamb_of_gold]

Hm? What year is it in your world?

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

You mean it's a different time here for you, pal?

[lamb_of_gold]

It often is. 1988.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Forty-seven years in my future. Did the world end up like Orwell predicted it?

[lamb_of_gold]

Orwell...I'm only passingly familiar with his works, but it's not a dystopia, if that is what you ask.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

That's something, at least.

[lamb_of_gold]

The Germans don't win the war, either.