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[punkblaze]

[In some uncrowded area of the Plane somewhere, things are pretty quiet. And plain. And empty. ... Until just a second ago, anyway. Because now, there's a building here - a stone, Victorian-looking thing that, while obviously sturdy and structurally sound, does look like it's been... left alone for a while. There are cracks in some of the windows, plenty of dust to go around, and some of the accents seem a little worn. Nothing a little love wouldn't fix though, right?

There's also a redheaded punk standing on the porch, staring at the front door. He's quiet for a moment or two... but then he laughs - a little incredulous, but mostly excited!]

Hey no way, that actually worked!

[He grins, leans against one of the posts at the top of the stairs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He looks pretty pleased with himself, all things considered. For good reason: this is going to be the best project ever.]

Wonder if Emil's here anywhere...

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[punkblaze]

[At least he's finally in there dsfjakl

He crosses his arms, watching Doc look around. It really is empty in there... maybe a simple wooden chair or two here or there, but otherwise, no furniture to speak of and nothing on the walls. It's a little beat-up by virtue of being abandoned. Definitely needs a lot of love...]

Museum, huh? That far in the future for you? [Amused!] This is pretty typical for my world. A little dated. But not too.

[docinawall]

Definitely. Look at all the wood! [Doc walks over to one of the chairs and starts curiously poking at it with a gloved hand] Wow, your world must not have many trees. You should start a conservation society.