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[halfbred]

[The Plane is now host to yet another redhead. He's no babyface, though. Tall, clad in street clothes, and possessing enough swagger to dazzle a club, Gojyo is the stereotypical definition of bad boy-- minus the biker leather.]

Alright, I get it. Illusions are your thing. You can drop the act. [The more he looks around, the more it seems familiar, like maybe he had a dream about it... but he can't really remember. Rather than concentrating on the lack of ground beneath him, he lights a cigarette and attempts to stay calm.] Seriously, man. There's plenty of other people who want me dead, and I hate to keep them waiting.

Anytime now.

[A very slow, methodical exhale. He slowly rolls his eyes upward, waiting... and waiting... and still, nothing happens. He realizes that for a temporary youkai pocket dimension, this place has a lot of stuff laying around.]

... Come on, damn it. I have better things to do than get stuck in crazy death traps.

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[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Wow, that man's swagger has its own swagger. As much as Morgana is--a little put off, she still has her courtesies and so approaches.] It's not a death trap specifically. And if it's an illusion, it has been a very solid one for a long time.

[halfbred]

[She has the patience of a goddess. To his credit, he doesn't give her a nasty lookover, but his expression does brighten when the witch-queen approaches.]

What is it? 'Cause if it's a formal event, I left all my fancy clothes at home.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

They say it's an experiment. They don't say what they're testing. [Ohhh, that sharp edge of anger. She restrains it.] You can return to your home without trouble, but it, too, is now a part of the experiment, unfortunately.

[halfbred]

[His smirk fades. Like hell he signed up to be a test subject. He doesn't like the sound of that one bit.]

They can try, [he says darkly,] but there's gonna be hell to pay. You see, I'm the friendly, loveable member of the group. All the violent ones are back home.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

If your friends find a way, they'll find plenty willing to help. Your friends probably can't get here. Only one of mine can. Any one who can't get here won't be able to get into the shop, either.

[lamb_of_gold]

Don't we all? Luckily, there happens to be a way out of this one.

[halfbred]

[He takes a long drag of his cigarette. He's the kind of guy who secretly has a lot of faith in his friends!] Guess we'll see.

So how do we get back, anyway?

[halfbred]

Did I walk right past a floating door or something?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

You only have to think about wherever you're from and you'll be returned to it. You can come back here the same way.

[halfbred]

That's convenient. Can I bring stuff with me? You know, besides what I'm wearing.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Anything you're touching. [She gestures to one of the buildings in the distance.] As far as I know, all the buildings here were brought in by somebody.

[lamb_of_gold]

Only a mental one. It's quite possible to leave the same way.

[halfbred]

Could I get an explanation? I don't read minds, just poker faces.

[halfbred]

Huh. [He looks around at the buildings that he can see and tries to imagine the kind of will it'd take to just... bring something here. And what if it was important? You know, like a bathroom. Or dinner.]

And they just left it here?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

So it would appear. No one has come to claim anything or take it back in as long as I have known this place.

[artofwar]

[In comparison to Gojyo's swagger, she's almost mundane. Athena wears a simple white dress, and yet, she carries her staff the gold weapon catching the light of the stars as she steps into view.]

I wouldn't call this an illusion, but I thought the same when I first came here. You can return home with a thought if you'd like. But you can come here any time you wish, you're bound to this place just like we all are.

[halfblinded]

Oh, I'm not so sure about that. If we weren't getting stuck in this one, we'd only be falling into another, don't you think?

[Gojyo, please tell your BFF he's not going crazy by imagining that he can travel to the astral plane at will. That smile is a little too bright.]

[lamb_of_gold]

The way home is simply a thought, much as it is to return. Easier said than done, perhaps, but it's often likened to taking a step.

[halfbred]

And here I thought the dumb optimistic monkey was rubbing off on you.

[He really should, shouldn't he.]

Seriously though, what the hell is this place?

[halfbred]

[There's something about her that he just can't place-- something almost divine. Unfortunately it goes right over his head.]

Just like that, huh? [He doesn't want to be 'bound' to this place, and the fact that they can supposedly travel between the astral plane and the earth with a thought is just disturbing. He manages a smile for a pretty lady, though. He's never short on those.] At least I'll have good company.

[halfbred]

A... thought? So what, do I just think about ho—

[BAM he's gone. And when he pops back on-- about fifteen seconds later-- he's beside himself.]

Holy crap!

[halfbred]

If I owned a huge kitchen, I sure as hell wouldn't leave it on the astral plane.

[Same with a bar, but he hasn't seen that yet.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Perhaps they stole it. [Slightly uncharitable there, but Morgana has met some of the people here. It seems fair.]

[artofwar]

[She gives him a small smile and gestures to the whole of the plane.]

Yes, just like that. There are places you can read what we know about this place but I advise you to seek out the senior residents here. Aries Mu could tell you more than I would be able to.

The Plane itself seems harmless, but it's connected to some suspicious people. A cloaked woman named Meredith does not mean us good will and while her motives are unknown, she's made that very clear.

[lamb_of_gold]

You seem to have figured it out.