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realityshifted2010-05-22 02:30 pm
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♥ is this a nightmare to be or am i building a dream?
[A young woman with stark white skin and purple hair appears suddenly on the Astral Plane, mid-walk and mid-talk. She's dressed rather simply in a low-cut peasant blouse and a layered black skirt, though her haircut is more modern than Victorian. Like anime. Or 1990s.]
I really think this is going to work, C—
[Her accent is mild but still recognizably London, if London was suddenly placed in the middle of space.]
—Connor?
[All of her collected-ness trembles in fear for a moment as she's completely cut off from everyone she ever knew. A quick mental scan of the area— an area as big as Whitechapel— reveals that none of her freaky family is in proximity.
Also, there is no floor. Or ceiling.]
Jack? Jack! Damn it, where—...!? [She reaches out to touch a lamp pole someone left behind, making sure it's real. She's never had an "episode" before but she thinks that quite possibly she may have hit her head. She leans against the pole and runs a hand through her hair, looking around.]
Something about this seems familiar, but I can't really remember it, and I know I would. Especially since I've never been anywhere that they couldn't hear me. Maybe I fell, or... no, I couldn't have been attacked, that's not right, I would have felt...
... What's happened to me?
I really think this is going to work, C—
[Her accent is mild but still recognizably London, if London was suddenly placed in the middle of space.]
—Connor?
[All of her collected-ness trembles in fear for a moment as she's completely cut off from everyone she ever knew. A quick mental scan of the area— an area as big as Whitechapel— reveals that none of her freaky family is in proximity.
Also, there is no floor. Or ceiling.]
Jack? Jack! Damn it, where—...!? [She reaches out to touch a lamp pole someone left behind, making sure it's real. She's never had an "episode" before but she thinks that quite possibly she may have hit her head. She leans against the pole and runs a hand through her hair, looking around.]
Something about this seems familiar, but I can't really remember it, and I know I would. Especially since I've never been anywhere that they couldn't hear me. Maybe I fell, or... no, I couldn't have been attacked, that's not right, I would have felt...
... What's happened to me?

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Did anyone already give you the rundown? If not: you're not actually stuck here, you can just think your way out and back in again. Time doesn't pass on your world while you're here. ...no, I don't know how that works, it just does.
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[She offers her hand.]
I'm Sirkka.
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[...Oh hey, one of those handshake things. Handshake time, then.]
I'm Haseo.
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[Her smile is gentle, honest.]
How long have you been here? Do you know?
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Uh...a while? I kinda lost track. [Derp derp derp.] It feels like it's been a long time though.
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[She trails off into her own thoughts for a moment, and then--]
I like your tattoos. They're very unique.
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Yeah, it is interesting. Crazy things happen here, though, so...be careful. [Being trapped in a labyrinth, being trapped in some kind of hotsprings thing, everybody going a little nuts during the tarot event...yep, crazy stuff.]
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... Crazy things? [She easily plucks the examples from the surface of Haseo's mind, almost without even trying.]
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Yeah, crazy things. I got stuck in a labyrinth once with someone else, and then there was the time when we all got stuck in a hotsprings resort...place...that's still around. Sometimes strange things just randomly happen to people, like getting turned into a kid or the like - they tend not to last too long though.
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[Her eyes narrow briefly as she tries to imagine it, and then brushes it aside, following the tendrils of distress associated with those events instead. She can see all of Haseo's memories like a bunch of translucent pictures, linked and rounded and blurred by emotion, and she flips through the ones on the surface for clarification on the experiments.]
Why does it happen? Do you know?