Pulled through a mirror. Still not as insane as this place. Yeah. When the new version of someone shows up, they're treated like they haven't been here before.
[ ... look, when you're scrolling through your contacts fast, "dean" ends up getting clicked instead of "dick" and you don't notice until after you've already hit send ]
Shit, sorry. Wrong number.
I mean, I hope you're okay, too, even if I have no idea who you are.
( don't worry donna, it's an association people commonly make.
both for good reason and, well, bad. he seens the username flicker across the top of his screen, illuminating the furrow of his brows, trying to finger through the few bodies he'd met and actually remembered since getting here. )
I only just got to this ridiculous city, so if he's managed to get lost already I'm going to kick his ass.
[ she's heard about people being disconnected from their phones here once they're trapped... wherever the hell they're trapped. something about mirrors, their reflections. so of course, donna's been a smart cookie and avoided her own reflection. HOWEVER. she's starting to figure out that dick didn't get the memo. she also has no idea alternate versions of those people are showing up in their place, but that's something she'll figure out later. it's fine, they're all fine. ]
( well, if it makes matters any better, dean still hasn't caught on quite yet to the idea of alternates floating around, and even if he had, any sort of reaction would be dutifully delayed. having been here a few months, given all he's been through, all he's seen in his life—you'd think it'd be difficult to surprise him. but not too long ago he'd gotten a message not to look into his mirror, and it's all a little too bloody mary for his tastes. )
you two both just got here?
i know how it is. keeping tabs in a place like this aint easy. came in to find my brother had been here almost a year
( why he's telling this to no more than a stranger, he'll blame the cheap beer. only thing he could find guaranteed not to be laced. )
anyway, i'm sure he's around you in the up or down?
Shit. I can't even fathom being stuck here for a whole year. No way.
I'm in the Down. Which is why I need to find Dick - the powers that be won't let me get back to my apartment unless I'm with my contracted partner. Actually I might just need anyone that's a Dominant. It's all bullshit.
trust me, neither can i. it's still hard to buy all the bullshit that keeps popping up in this place. not to mention before i came my brother was with me, back home. it's like some other version of him got sucked into lala land.
( but he won't get into it. if she's new around here, it's only a matter of (short) time before she learns for herself. )
afraid i can't help ya there ( given the black line bisecting his throat ) but if you need a place to bunk out til you find him, my roomie got sucked back to wherever the hell few months back.
Well that's disturbing. Dick seems to remember everything the same as I do, so I don't know if our situation is like that. I wonder how many other surprises this place plans on throwing at us.
[ donna don't.. ask that ]
Oh. Maybe. I'm hoping I can find him in the meantime, but if I don't I might take you up on that.
[ she might be half-amazon but she still abides by stranger danger............. ]
( he can sense the hesitation in her response, and he chuckles against the rim of a glass. ) i'm not there if it's any consolation. i'd buy a girl a drink before inviting her over to that shit hole at least. can't get much sleep as it is so i try to keep myself busy.
[ he’s trying to piss her off. he has to be. which means he’s himself or his alternate acts just like him. but he recognizes her somewhat, so... probably the former. she types out a crass remark, then deletes it before sending. ]
You haven’t noticed people acting strangely? Like out of normal character for them or not remembering people they’re close to?
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[ their missing friends, the strange, sudden alternates - all of it.]
Stay away from anything that would show one.
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That was for someone else.
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"it's our reflections"? a little ominous
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How long have you been in the city?
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( not that he's ever really given a shit about his, but hey, this isn't about him.
talk about a topic change— )
going on five months. i think?
hard to keep track in this place.
you gonna tell me what's up with these mirrors, snow white?
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[ like being the girl under the floor.]
People are getting pulled out of the city through them. And it's not a convenient loophole to send us home.
They're being replaced.
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( not giving a shit was a good step. )
pulled through a mirror? you realize how insane that sounds
you seen this happen?
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Yeah. When the new version of someone shows up, they're treated like they haven't been here before.
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un: troy
[ ... look, when you're scrolling through your contacts fast, "dean" ends up getting clicked instead of "dick" and you don't notice until after you've already hit send ]
Shit, sorry. Wrong number.
I mean, I hope you're okay, too, even if I have no idea who you are.
[ smooth. ]
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both for good reason and, well, bad. he seens the username flicker across the top of his screen, illuminating the furrow of his brows, trying to finger through the few bodies he'd met and actually remembered since getting here. )
couldn't be better, home sweet home
there someone you're looking for?
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I only just got to this ridiculous city, so if he's managed to get lost already I'm going to kick his ass.
[ she's heard about people being disconnected from their phones here once they're trapped... wherever the hell they're trapped. something about mirrors, their reflections. so of course, donna's been a smart cookie and avoided her own reflection. HOWEVER. she's starting to figure out that dick didn't get the memo. she also has no idea alternate versions of those people are showing up in their place, but that's something she'll figure out later. it's fine, they're all fine. ]
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you two both just got here?
i know how it is. keeping tabs in a place like this aint easy. came in to find my brother had been here almost a year
( why he's telling this to no more than a stranger, he'll blame the cheap beer. only thing he could find guaranteed not to be laced. )
anyway, i'm sure he's around
you in the up or down?
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Shit. I can't even fathom being stuck here for a whole year. No way.
I'm in the Down. Which is why I need to find Dick - the powers that be won't let me get back to my apartment unless I'm with my contracted partner. Actually I might just need anyone that's a Dominant. It's all bullshit.
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( but he won't get into it. if she's new around here, it's only a matter of (short) time before she learns for herself. )
afraid i can't help ya there ( given the black line bisecting his throat ) but if you need a place to bunk out til you find him, my roomie got sucked back to wherever the hell few months back.
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[ donna don't.. ask that ]
Oh. Maybe. I'm hoping I can find him in the meantime, but if I don't I might take you up on that.
[ she might be half-amazon but she still abides by stranger danger............. ]
I'm Donna.
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( he can sense the hesitation in her response, and he chuckles against the rim of a glass. ) i'm not there if it's any consolation. i'd buy a girl a drink before inviting her over to that shit hole at least. can't get much sleep as it is so i try to keep myself busy.
( a beat. )
i'm dean
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the please either means you're in a good mood or something's wrong
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No, something’s wrong.
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call it a hunch
what is it? i owe you another one of those fancy rugs you and sam get off on?
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You haven’t noticed people acting strangely? Like out of normal character for them or not remembering people they’re close to?
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meaning stranger than they already are?
if you haven't noticed, this place is full of whack jobs. half the time i can't even be sure i'm me
( —given however man people by now have mentioned they'd met him before, and yet he has no recollection.
but immediately he thinks of his brother. the one bit of life that keeps him grounded in this city. )
it's not that uncommon, is it?
people coming in and out, not remembering their last time in the city
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oh hell, who is she kidding? no, he can’t. ]
This is different than that. It’s more than just people going and coming back. It’s like they’re alternate reality versions of themselves.
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( he still doesn't know which is worse; the one making the accusation, or whatever the hell the thing was if it was true. )
alternate reality? you're gonna have to be a little more specific
look, it sounds like you've seen something. or heard something
start there
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