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[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke appears on the Astral Plane rather unceremoniously. Apparently he was in the middle of walking, because as soon as he takes another step he just... FALLS. And it’s not like he tripped over anything. He just ceased to defy gravity. Anyway, with that Dojikko-flavored stunt he's left faceplanting in the middle of a snowdrift, with his books and binders scattered around him. Pencils, a bendy ruler and all of his cute little animu erasers are lost to the endless black starry floor of the Plane as well.]

Mmmphhh... [He lifts his head out of the snow and spits out... whatever that was. This snow is obviously misplaced in addition to being stained a disgusting oily-sparkly-black-brown.] ... Snow? But it was sunny. [He sits up and dusts himself off, then realizes he's not in Azumano anymore. He’s a little slow on the uptake, okay? But the point is, he's here now, so it's time to—

—scream a bit! Just a little bit!] What happened to Azumano? ... What happened to the ground?! How— how bad did I fall?!

... This is bad. Where did I end up this time? [SIIIIIGH.]

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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Oh, well, this is surprising. Argentine even sounds sort of surprisedish. There's something less monotone at least?

He lurks nearby as he is prone to do.]

Niwa?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke almost loses his balance again. Maybe it's better just to kneel for now, but he's sort of afraid he'll fall through the floor. The vertigo makes him feel heavier, so heavy he could sink right in...

He jerks his head upward when he hears a familiar monotone.]

Argentine-san! What's... going on? Did we get trapped inside of something?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Oh Daisuke. Argentine crouches down near him to speak easier.]

We can leave. This place doesn't exist in Azumano, though. [Thoughtful.] My Creator will be pleased to see you here.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good. I mean... the leaving part. So it's not connected to Azumano at all? That's strange. I wonder how I got here, then.

[Wait.]

Hiwatari-san is here? [He sounds a little disbelieving, seeing as... Satoshi is usually smarter than Daisuke, and tends to trip and fall into weird parallel worlds much less often.]

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[A pause. He thought his name was Satoshi. Oh well.] Yes, he is. He and I have been capable of arriving to this place for some time.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva's shota senses are tingling!! That sounds wrong, haha. But in any case, Diva is there starting to pick up his things, smiling lightly}

It's not as bad as you think, actually. It's called the Astral Plane.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

['Saffy apped another shota!! I MUST INVESTIGATE'

I mean.

Daisuke is appreciative of the help, though he has to look up. And uh, wow, boobs ajlkflff.]

I-it's like a dream... where I still manage to trip over something. [internal grimace] 'The Astral Plane'? I'm sorry, but I can't stay here. I need to get back to Azumano before people start worrying.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I don't know what Azumano is but, ne, going home is easy! You just think about going home and you will. But people at home shouldn't worry about you, since time doesn't pass while you're here. They won't have even noticed that you're gone, actually, which is nice.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

That's... [a little creepy] You're sure? I mean--

[Suddenly, he disappears! And reappears a second later.]

Aaah! ... I-I guess you were right. [still keysmashing a bit internally, though]

Thanks. Um... what's your name? My name is Niwa Daisuke. [Accusing Diva of being a piece of art is kind of rude though, so he just offers her his hand instead.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[As is his want, a Hiwatari appears from who knows where. He doesn't look particularly happy to see Niwa, but then, he doesn't seem particularly happy most of the time, nor does he seem particularly upset, so there isn't much to be read into that.]

[With all the social skills of an awkward but probably-not-murderous coelacanth, Satoshi picks up one of Daisuke's binders and offers it to him.]

[He is probably wondering how the hell Daisuke managed to trip on nothing.]

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Oh Satoshi. When will you make sense?

Satoshi's sudden appearance makes him jump about three feet in the air.]

H-Hiwa-ta-tari-san—!!

[ahjdlkjfldkl;dff]

When did you get here?

[ex_fatalist246]

[Oh, look, an emotion: amusement. Daisuke is never not fun to freak out.] A moment ago.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[FFFFFFFFFFFFF.] ... Ah... right... of course. [He shakes it off and takes the binder.] Thank you.

Is this another world inside of an artwork? It looks like it.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino sympathizes with you Daisuke. He also for a moment thinks you're someone he knows.] Tsuna...? [But he realizes that it isn't him a second later. Still, he doesn't see a reason to let that stop him from helping by picking up a few of Daiskue's things for him] I take it you're new here?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke misses that first part.] Ah, thanks... sorry about the mess. Yeah, I'm really new. What's... [He looks around.] Where are we? How do I get back home?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino is an expert at tripping over nothing. He understands that all to well.] Don't worry about it, believe me this place has seen a lot worse. This is the Astral Plane, you can go back home by thinking about it.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[He nods slowly, though with a wide-eyed look that says he might have to think about it some more.]

Just by thinking about it... I guess that's a lot easier than what it usually takes to get out of places like these. [He looks around some more.]

This place is really pretty. Who made it?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile having seen all this and attempting to resist the urge to make a face, Ai can be seen kneeling down to start gathering some of the poor boy's school things.]

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Oh snap, a girl!] Ah... thanks! [He peers at her curiously.] Um... do you live here?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] I visit here just like everyone else.

[insynch.livejournal.com]

Wait... visit? So we can leave? [That's never happened before.]

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Box tilts his head as an eraser hits his shoes. GAH! He jumps back ready to fight... Slooowly looks around where it came from. Spotting some redhead.]

Eh? Wow, Tsuna...?

[insynch.livejournal.com]

[Daisuke shakes some snow out of his hair and looks up.]

Ah... I'm Daisuke! [blink blink] Is this some kind of weird world? I need to start taking pictures or something...

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

Daisuke...? Oh, Niwa Daisuke! Sorry, but you two look almost the same. I'm Box, good to see you!

[Look around sighing.] Yes! They call it the Astral Plane and is the weirdest place I've ever been to. First I thought it's some event café or something, but well... it happened to be real, I mean real-real, you know? I can't really explain it yet! But this thing [Hands his brochure, aka puts it on the ground for Daisuke as close as he is able to go without freaking.] might help, but only if you totally believe what it says, I know it's hard, or maybe it won't be hard, since you've encountered a lot of strange things too and all. Aaah, and pictures are not use, mine came out blurry, but it's maybe my phone, though it's working perfectly at home. [Ramble, yes.]

[insynch.livejournal.com]

Box...? [What the heck? Maybe this guy was a friend of Saga-kun's...

Daisuke just kinda stares as Box goes on his huge rant type dealie. At least there's a brochure. Daisuke clears a path through spilled pens and erasers to get to it.] Oh... um... wow, this is a lot to remember.

[He shakes his head and starts putting stuff back into his bag. He pauses at the brochure.] Do you mind if I take this? Or do you want it back?