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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?

[lamb_of_gold]

Not at all. This is quite real.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Now, Slim, I've seen a lot of strange things, things nobody wants to explain away, but I've never heard of other dimensions and realities before.

[lamb_of_gold]

And yet here we are.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

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


at least he's stopped yelling]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, what if it's not a man?

[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]

Yeah, here we are.

[Sam's a lot of skeptical, but he's not going to deny what he can see with his own eyes]

And what's your story, Slim? Don't look like anyone I've seen in San Francisco before.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

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

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

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

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

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

[lamb_of_gold]

San Fransisco. That's in America, correct?

I was born in Tibet, though I now live in Greece. My name is Mu.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Greece. Explains the long hair.

[pulls out his tabacco pouch and begins to roll himself a cigarette] So either you're a long way from home, I am, or we both are. I'm thinkin' the latter's the most likely.

[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.

[lamb_of_gold]

Not as far as you may think. Normally, a thought would send you home, but with the appearance of this building, I'm afraid we're all rather stuck.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

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

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Makin' a wish would've sent me home, eh?

[lights that cigarette] You know, I've met loonies out at the asylum with saner stories than this.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

There's a lot I'd believe, Angel. And a lot I wouldn't, so you'd better make it a good story.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

[starts to walk in a big circle around House, sizing him up]

[lamb_of_gold]

More akin to taking a step. Almost an unconscious action.

Do you think it so crazy standing here yourself?

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

But it's not working right now, we're stuck here, you said. In this building.

[steps up to the wall and tosses his spent match against it] Can't deny what I'm seeing, Slim. Don't mean I like it.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[if only he knew how accurate that name was]

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