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[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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[Deadpan intro-mode is go!] All you have to do is think about it and you'll return to wherever you came from to begin with. No time will pass whenever you are here in the machine as well.

Wow, really?

[He continues to shove things in his bag until he can't see anything else he lost, then he manages to stand up.]

... How did I get here, anyway?

[Had handed over the last of what she collected before crossing her arms.] It helps to walk a few steps while thinking of home, but the results are typically the same. You get used to it after some time.

I haven't come up with a solid theory about arrivals here but all I know is that anyone coming and going is because of the Twins and the Meredith person who run this... experiment. It is my understanding that it's because of them we are here.

[Shrugs] But I could be wrong.

Edited 2010-08-26 18:01 (UTC)

Twins... twins... oh, those twins! The ones inside that... shop...

[He looks around again.]

... Come to think of it, the inside of the shop looked a lot like this.

That is how it starts, but the workings of this place and how they are able to manipulate the different realities are still something I'm attempting to understand.

Realities...? [You used a word that was over two syllables.] Sorry, can you explain that?

[Oh, Daisuke-- it's like having the Shonen Tantai in one person.] Everyone who comes here are typically from different realities, or worlds if you want to put it more simply. Friends or acquaintances from your world can arrive here too but there are a variety of realities that the machine connects.

[His eyes widen, but he doesn't suffer from immediate screaming and yelling about how other worlds don't exist. Considering he falls through paintings on a monthly basis. Okay, not quite THAT much, but other worlds exist to him, they're just limited ones inside of old creepy haunted artwork.] ... And this place connects to them. There must be a lot of people here, if the things I see laying around are bits of different worlds.

[The young girl nods. Alternate realities were one big leap for her at the time, but it's easier to accept it all from a scientific stand-point. After all this is coming from someone who designed a drug that ended up shrinking grown people into their eight-year-old selves.] People come and go here.

[He nods.

And then realizes, belatedly, that a six year old just explained the multi-verse to him.]

... You're not from Azumano, are you?

[He'll get used to it after a while.]

No. [Her expression suddenly turned thoughtful, now studying the red-haired boy for a moment before adding--] Are you a friend of Hiwatari-kun?

[ROFL. Maybe. Towa-chan looks 16, is really 98, and acts 10. So hey.]

Ah, yeah! Hiwatari-san is— well, it's sort of complicated, but I'm his friend.

[... Let that percolate for a minute.]

He's here?! B-but he never said anything! [But...] Of course he wouldn't say anything... I should have noticed! But... But maybe I couldn't notice at the time because no one ever does...

[brb sulking]

[PFFFFT. Oh, Daisuke.]

It isn't usually discussed outside of here, if only to avoid confusing others or to attract unwanted attention from anyone who may be listening. [And attention is the LAST thing that she wants.]

But now that you're here it's something you can bring up with him to discuss. I'm sure he would be able to answer your questions more extensively than I.

Mmm... [He still looks kind of upset, but takes in a big breath so he's, you know, not being a big baby. BUT THIS DEEPLY UPSETS HIM.] Yeah, you're right. I'll just have to bring it up when I see him.

Thanks anyway.

Edited 2010-08-27 05:35 (UTC)

There's no need to look upset. In the end we all have our reasons for not telling our... friends about this place and what goes on.

[Comfort was never her forte but at least she's trying? Then she holds out her hand to him.] My name is Haibara Ai.

Edited 2010-08-27 05:50 (UTC)

It's a little more than that, but— I'm sure he has a good reason. [He takes her hand and shakes it.] I'm Niwa Daisuke. Please take good care of me from now on. [Here, have a sweet smile, because that makes everything better.

... So how the hell does someone like this befriend Satoshi?]

[It can be noted that Daisuke is reminding her of someone she knows back in her own reality and it would explain why she seems a little more forth-coming to converse.] I will try to answer any questions you may have to the best of my ability, Niwa-san.

[... That is a mystery that shall forever boggle the minds of many.]

Edited 2010-08-27 06:26 (UTC)

[Awww, how cute. Being called 'Niwa-san' is kind of new coming from a very, very mature eight-year-old.]

Ahh... How long has this place been around? Or is that hard to judge?

I can't say for certain. It's been around before I had come across it.

Hmm... I wonder where it all began...? I think that would be the easiest way to find out how this place works. You'd need some way to power something like this, and then...

[He realizes he's thinking out loud and backpedals a bit.]

N-not that I'm an expert or anything! I'm just saying, there has to be more under the surface. Even deeper than the "machine" thing.

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