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[It didn't take Seth long to figure out a few things. For one, he isn't in a goddamn parking lot anymore. That is the first big clue he has that something was wrong. Instead it looks like someone's great Aunt's attic, complete with some creepy ass dolls, doilies tangled up in a box and a lot of dust. The latter of which is smudged along one cheek when the camera comes on.

It isn't his phone, and Seth isn't really bothering with finding out who owns it. Obviously whoever put him in this attic is waiting for him to find it, so why disappoint?

So there is one smudged, angry man holding the camera up with skills that do not speak of a selfie queen.]

Okay, this is cute. No, really. I mean, whatever you drugged me with? I don't even have a fucking hangover, and the attic? A nice touch. Except this is fucking bullshit, and when I make my way through this crap to the door? Someone's going to fucking pay.

[As he speaks, his voice raises, harder than the cutesy tones when he started.]

So looks like you've got...

[He looks away from the camera, eyes narrowing as he judges the distance.]

Let's say about fifteen minutes before I dig my way out of this and start demanding answers.

And a new fucking suit because this dust? This shit is never coming out! And there's a tear in my jacket. What the fuck is wrong with you? Whoever you are.

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[Ugh, a horrid thing lurking in the attic? Dorian isn't exactly amused by the reminder, but at least this man could probably reasoned with.]

Sir, if you would calm down before you start tearing up the attic, I would be happy to inform you all about this lovely nightmare we're all trapped in.

[Reasoning may happen. With some shots and a new suit. Sadly neither of those were to be had in making faces at creepy dolls. Seriously who bought things like that for their kids?]

One, don't call me sir. Only people that call me sir are clerks and the fearful and what the hell is there to be afraid of?

Who the hell are you? The welcoming committee? Let me guess. You work for someone from south of the border with a specialized diet and no manners when they eat? If so, no thanks. I know about the nightmare and fuck all if I'm going to be trapped in it.

[Wait, WHAT? Dorian frowns in disgust.] Definitely not! I would sooner have my own head cut off than be associated with whatever barbarians you're referring to.

[He speaks with a proper British accent, a far cry from anything that would be found in Mexico. His attire, too, is too prim and proper and dated to be found in any sort of drug cartel. And what sort of clerk spends too much time preening himself?]

I am Dorian Gray, not a cowardly clerk. And you are?

[There's something about that reaction that makes Seth smile.]

Well then, like you already a bit more. You probably should go with the close shave around the collarbones if that's ever an option.

Huh. That's one helluva name. Name's Seth Gecko, and unlike before this place, that's not going to mean a damn thing to anyone here.

[Oh, bother. It's one of those prideful ones, and not the kind Dorian would like to be associated with. As unlikely as it sounds, Dorian has SOME standards.]

No, it probably doesn't. Quite a shame, really. [Seth can hear the sarcasm dripping from his elegant voice.]

Anyhow, this is going to sound insane, but welcome to Wonderland. It's somewhat like the Lewis Carrol books, but you won't find any white rabbits here.

From the what I can tell, you seem to have woken up in the attic. Feel free to leave that room if you get tired of looking at the dolls. The rest of the mansion is much more accommodating.

Yeah, a shame. You say a lot with a few words.

[And he's amused, so there's that. Better than angry and hateful as he's been since he first arrived.]

Oh it sounds insane. I'm buying it's the story everyone has, but it's insane. Why not the rabbit? I was told some of the others are here, so why not that one?

I'm making my way out without ruining my suit more, but I'm told I could have ended up in a pool so small favors, I guess.

[At least this fellow isn't going to kill anyone.]

I believe the rabbit has, unfortunately, passed on. Make of that what you will.

You can easily obtain a new suit, you know. The closets here will provide you with anything you ask.

Huh. So fictional characters die. That's... weird. I was going to say surprising, but that's weird.

[Not that everything isn't weird right now. Adjusting shouldn't be hard for Seth but this is just nuts.]

Wait, hold on. Someone killed him for stew, didn't they?

[Which makes slightly more sense to him.]

Yeah, again, weird. I plan to take advantage of it but weird.

Good luck finding them. Usually, they make their presence known by broadcasting a video of themselves speaking in riddles on the network. I haven't seen hide nor hair of them in person.

[Which leads to some more bad news.]

A word of warning, by the by. When they do make one of these videos, that usually means some world-altering event is close behind.

How does anyone know they're real then? I mean, they can do a lot with film, so how does anyone know they're real?

[He can't help but wonder, to believe they're not.]

Yeah, so I've been told. Death. Destruction. General life going to hell. By people that we don't know and might not be real.

[Sigh.] So far, I've spoken to a talking triangle on the network, witnessed a humanoid reptile build killer boxes with a mad scientist, and befriended a robot who regularly throws parties and preforms on stage.

I can assure you, every last being here is as real as you and I.

[He really wishes he was lying about that. It just sounds insane.]

[His nose wrinkles at comment about humanoid reptiles, but he doesn't want to even ask.]

Yeah I'll buy it when I see it, sorry. Them on the network? Just means someone in charge is behind them, but I find it interesting you've never seen them in person.

The rest, I can buy, because I'm betting you or someone has seem them.

[Dorian nods.] Right...

Have any other questions?

Yeah. How long they had you jumping through hoops here? My brother mentioned he been here a couple of months.

Hm...

[He hadn't really thought of that. When did he arrive here, September...?]

5 months... I think.

They make it hard to keep track of time? Or just you haven't bothered?

Not trying to sound like a dick, but needing to get a feel of this without emotions playing in on it.

[SIGH.]

The former. Time seems to act strangely here. It can be hard to notice unless you've stayed for a rather long time and notice you haven't aged a day.

Haven't aged is the only good thing I've heard. Real good.

[Because hell, it meant not losing Richie because Seth wasn't willing to be turned.]

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