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[Like everyone else, Minato had also received a gift. It's interesting, to say the least. He didn't expect to be gifted with salt and pepper shakers that look like flamingos. Kind of cute though. He's not quite sure who they belong to.

But there was something else about the gift that made him wonder. The note.

Where are these things coming from and why? Why now? There must be something he's missing (literally? figuratively?), if he's being told he has to do whatever it is in search of something lost.

Perhaps someone can fill him in.]


...

....... Who's "RQ"?

[That might clear it up.]
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Guys, is everybody really really sure that Wonderland is the one giving everybody presents?

[Greg's too close to the camera, as per usual, but he pulls back to hold up his own prize: a weird shaped shield.]

If this was a mystery-- and I think it is! --I'd say this is a clue that this wasn't Wonderland at all.

[He lowers the shield and peeks over the top of it, his eyes a little wide.]

The events lately have been really dangerous, and Wonderland does those, right? So why would Wonderland give me this? It just doesn't add up!

[Nope. He shakes his head. It makes no sense at all!]

I think this shield came from somebody else! In fact, I have a suspect!

[Greg puts the shield down and holds up a rather candid photograph.]

My brother! Wirt!

So! That's my theory! Wirt, did you get everybody presents?

[CASE. CLOSED. Uh, Greg turns the camera off.]

( voice )

Jul. 17th, 2017 08:35 pm
tobelieve: (XXI)
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Just why is zombie literature so abundant? I've never found the appeal of it, and yet apparently it's one of the more popular choices here.

( Not that literature really indicates what events they're getting but the literature surely has to be in that many worlds if the actual thing happens too, and there's been a few zombie type events -- both ones she's seen and missed )

Though it gives me that idea that perhaps now might be a good time to test some defences. I just need a volunteer. Not sure I can guarantee your safety though.

( You won't die! She hopes. Could be close )

( PRIVATE | Leonard Snart )
    You were looking for a more interesting conversation before? I might have something.
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[The device falls from a slack hand, found in a pocket and puzzled over for only a moment before it's dropped. A smear of dirty water smudges one corner of the camera, and someone stumbles halfway into view on the screen.

That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.

But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.

He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.

The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.
]




[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]
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[ It's been a long, long while since Steve transmitted a message through the network, and that's been no accident. His last announcement was when he came back from his last trip home, over a year ago. It hadn't felt right to take the lead in the same way after that, and others had jumped in to take his place as needed. Hadn't they? He'd thought as much, but others have told him that he's still needed as a leader. Maybe not as Cap, but as Steve.

It's a work in progress.

But here he is all the same, sending out his message toward the end of the second day. He's indoors; the room he's in not well-lit but his face is still visible. It's quiet out, the calm before the storm. ]


Michonne and I took a trip past the gates today, and... there's something coming. Or, well, a lot of somethings. A whole horde of zombies headed right for us. She's already given you guys the rundown, but I wanted to get the word out. We're gonna have to fight, or barricade ourselves away from danger. [ His expression hardens then, something steely and determined. ] Whatever you can do to keep yourself and your loved ones safe, do it.

[ A pause as he gathers his thoughts, and then he's back to it. ] I know death isn't permanent here, but this isn't a way that anyone wants to go. [ Is he speaking from experience?? Who knows, he doesn't elaborate. ] And I'll do whatever I can to help. In case you didn't know, I've got super strength, super speed, and I can take a hit. I'm not even sure if this infection will affect me because of the way my metabolism is. So if you need help getting out a scrape, let me know, all right? Or even if you just need help barricading a house. [ He's perfect for all that heavy lifting. ] I'm here to do whatever I can.

[ It's never enough, but he's still going to try. If he's learned anything this past year, it's that. ]

Oh, it's Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers. Stay safe, everyone.

[ With a firm nod, he ends the broadcast. For someone who's rusty on the speeches, it could have been worse, right? ]
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[The camera comes on to Shepard actually using her original network device for once, having it propped up on her desk with her rather futuristic room in full display. Behind her, her armor stands in a display case, and the room is primarily lit by a dim bedside light and the glow of her fishtank.]

Alright. So in the last couple of months, I've gotten a bunch of people trying to pick my brain about my world. I've been here about a year, and it's pretty safe to say most people around here are from the 21st century. Thing is, back home, it's 2187.

[She looks pretty smug about all this, honestly, and she kicks back, moving her left arm into view and kicking her omni-tool to life, the orange light coming from it further illuminating her face.]

I grew up on a human colony on the opposite side of the Milky Way from Earth. I've been in humanity's military for more than 10 years and I've been to most star systems in this galaxy at least once. Consider this an AMA for living in space. No question too stupid. I'll only veto stuff if I don't know the answer, or it's too personal.

[She gives the camera a mock salute and a smile.]

Ask away, Wonderland. Be as starstruck as you want.

[And with that, she cuts the feed.]
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[ As soon as Tess starts to put pieces together between the water and the malfunctioning closets, she's on the move to the storage room next to hers. She'd tried to get bags, but that backfired. So, she's improvising as best she can and flipping on the device to record audio because it was easier than dealing with video as she moved around. There's the sound of a can lid popping and a soft 'Thank god' before returning her attention to the perched device. ]

I hope this thing is still fucking working. Alright, there are food storage rooms on the 1st, 3rd, 7th, and 10th floors - all room 31. The food's still here and it's still good. I dunno if the whole waterproof door thing is gonna hold with more and more people coming and going, but either way the sealed shit should be fine.

Bring a pillowcase or whatever you have that's small and can hold a few cans or bags, take what you can swim with, and fucking share. If you can't swim or need help, let me know. I'll try and put you in contact with someone who can bring you somethin' to eat. Those of you capable of being runners, let me know what floor you're on so I can connect you with people that need the help. [ There's a temptation to add something about prioritizing the kids, but she leaves it as is. Yes, this isn't home, but emergencies and ration shortages tend to make the darker sides of human nature peek out to reveal its ugly head. No point in putting everyone on pedestals when this place might knock them the fuck off with or without help. She doesn't say anything else, instead cutting the feed and going back to double check the seals on a few objects for water resistance. ]

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Oct. 21st, 2016 05:55 am
henrydaniel: (✍ 29)
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[ Well.

This is unfortunate.

If Henry could have never stepped foot on Neverland again, that would have been just fine. How does this place go from something awesome like Hogwarts to terrifying perma-dark terror island so easily? At least the knows this time, and after realizing some adults have gone completely haywire and turned into Lost Boys Ones, and some people haven't, he decides he has to address the people who are still logical and have devices. Technically speaking, this could be his mom's memories, but he's guessing waking up in Skull Rock A.K.A. The Place He Ripped Out His Heart That One Time means this is all on him. ]


So, we're in Neverland. From my memories.

I'm really sorry.

[ At least he had no control over this one. THIS IS NOT HIS FAULT. ]

You probably noticed some adults are now kids, like my age-ish. That's because now they're Wonderland's Neverland version of Lost Boys. It was just boys who felt unloved who turned into them before. [ Let's ignore that this means he momentarily turned into one. ] But I guess if people ever felt that way in their lives, now it means they're reverting back to kids. And they're violent. They don't care about anything. Peter Pan is evil, at least he is in this version. He was here, in Wonderland, a couple years ago. Maybe you remember him?

If you get hurt by any arrows or knives or prick your finger on a thorn, it's...that's bad. Dreamshade is a poison and just about anything that can be a weapon is laced with it. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry.

[ He doesn't know about the magic healing water so people might have to go to Regina for that, or discover it on their own and the fact that once you drink the water and are healed, can't move very far away from it or you'll die. ]

Pan likes tricks, and so this place is full of them. You might...see people who aren't really here. If you can, stay in big groups and don't wander into the jungle alone.

[ He managed to poof himself out of Skull Rock and onto the beach so that the water is his background. What's that just behind his shoulder? A mermaid appears briefly, then ducks back under the waves. ]

Hopefully, this won't last as long as the last two events...
backpacking: (he did not choose me)
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I'll make this quick. It's Ellie. I've got the guy who was... in the library. He's someone I know, somebody from my world, and he's not a threat to anybody anymore.

[ Probably not reassuring, considering how much actually happened before she was made aware of Joel's arrival, but... better late than never, right? ]

He acted like that 'cause he was looking for me. He thought I was in danger. If you're gonna be pissed at someone, or feel like you need to get revenge on someone, then blame me.

[ Not that she'll lay down her life (or, one of her lives) for somebody pitching a fight, though... ]

I'm watching out for him now. Nobody gets to see him and nobody is allowed to come after him. If you try and do anything to him, you have to go through me, and it'd be pretty shitty to kill a kid over this.

[ They're in a world now where people don't actually kill kids, so she figures it's safe to play that card. With that, and with a decisive sniff, she closes the feed. ]

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Sep. 23rd, 2016 09:02 am
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[His conversation with Robyn's mirror has been troubling him. It was easier when he could simply imagine that they were all evil and somehow deserving of their fate. With her, though, and now he could only imagine others... he had seen someone bound into an existence that he could not have even wished on his worst enemy.

Even in his deepest moments of loathing for the Warden-Commander, he would have never wished her to carry the mark of the darkspawn taint for the rest of her days, unable to die of it.
]

Has anyone.. spoken to one of the mirrors, and not come up against what they expected?
krmvgivv: (i won't fall for them cause i'll lose)
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Hi everyone!

[Dipper's not wearing his usual outfit. He's wearing a white shirt with suspenders as he sits at his desk, his usual blue pine tree hat hanging off the chair. Behind him, Mabel can be seen bustling around, covered in scraps of cloth and glue and glitter.]

So, looks like another event from our world. One that has absolutely nothing to do with gravity turning off, weird. Almost like that was entirely unrelated to this event.

[He scowls very pointedly YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE PEOPLE HE'S SCOWLING AT.]

Anyway, this... well... okay, so in Gravity Falls, they like Halloween so much that they celebrate it again when summer comes and call it Summerween. Judging from the jack-o-melons hanging around, the fact that it's late June, and the fact that literally no other town would have something as ridiculous as Summerween, I'm calling it. This one's ours.

[Mabel tosses a piece of blue cloth at Dipper's head, which he fastens around his shoulders like a cape. She vanishes out of the camera's field of vision.]

The good news? Halloween's just as fun in the summer. The bad news? Last Summerween a monster called the Summerween Trickster tried to eat us and our friends because we [mostly just Dipper] lacked the "Summerween Spirit." [He rolls his eyes, making finger quotes.] I don't know if that's gonna happen here, but let's face it, it's Wonderland, so I'd get a costume just in case. And hey? Free candy. Not such a bad thing.

[Mabel comes back, wearing green suspenders. She hands Dipper a pointy red hat and lifts a silver teapot over her head. Together, they lower the hats onto their heads and fistbump, costumes complete. Summerween is about what really matters, after all: pure evil.]

So hey, I guess we're trick-or-treating? We'll see you out there. Try and have fun! Since you know, you might die otherwise.

[He cuts the feed, though he and Mabel will both be responding to any confused questions. Throughout the rest of the event, they'll be mostly sticking together, trick-or-treating with each other or with any friends they catch up with, especially once their trick-or-treat-or-die theories are confirmed. There is nothing cuter than twins in costumes, and they're experienced trick-or-treaters, so they're gonna hit every door. Might be they'll even come to yours!]
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[There's no warning what's going on before the video starts, just a flash of bright light and violent motion as the recording device shoots across the room and bounces off a wall, landing to give a tilted view of Jowan's room. It's not a particularly interesting room, nearly as stark and empty as they all start out when claimed, although it does now feature a small fire burning merrily in the corner. Not in a fireplace, which is probably why it's starting to spread quite alarmingly, but it definitely brightens the place up.

It's also probably the reason why Jowan is panicking just a little.]
That wasn't supposed to happen!

[He stands at the edge of what the device is recording of the room and looks largely uncertain, glancing around the room for an idea of what to do before swallowing hard and taking a step forward, brow furrowing as he extends his hands and frost leaves his fingertips. The flames crackle loudly at the ice and Jowan closes his eyes, pushing more power into the spell until a sheet of ice surges forward suddenly, dousing the flames and leaving a good chunk of the room covered in ice. But at least there's no fire any more, right?]

I don't understand what went wrong! It shouldn't be this difficult. [He wanders over to nudge the ice with a toe and sigh heavily.] Why does this always end up happening to me?
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Greetings denizens of Wonderland!

[Bubblegum looks excited today. She has a lab coat on over her pink dress, her hair piled into a bun and out of the way.]

I have made some rather alarming discoveries, and I thought I would share them with you.

[She fiddles with a remote and the picture is replaced with an image, her face shrinking to a smaller box in the corner.]

For those of you from less scientifically advanced worlds, this is a PET scan. It shows activity in the brain. As you can see, I've marked off several areas of note. This subject made an excellent example, as they have experienced unrelated amnesia as well as Wonderland memory loss. You see in "Area A," there's a darker smudge? That is what I'd expect memory loss to look like. This subject's memories have been manipulated rather extensively, so it isn't surprising that the data would be a little... fuzzy.

But the areas marked "B" and "C".... when I first noticed those I thought there might be something wrong with my equipment, but after discussion with the subject and testing my equipment further, I am forced to conclude that my reading is correct.

My subject has lost two memories from the so-called "Wonderland Events" and traded one away to the vendors. She has three dots where there is simply... no data, two smaller, one larger. This should not be possible. It certainly is alarming. Nothing should be able to remove data so thoroughly. Nothing. But if my hypothesis is correct, Wonderland is doing just that.

[She touches her control again, sending the brain scan away, her own image now taking up the entire screen. She smiles sunnily.]

Anyway, I'm happy to share my full report with anyone interested. I'd also welcome anyone willing to volunteer as a subject. The more data we have, the more substantial a theory I can build.

Thank you for your time. I will take any and all questions you may have now.
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[ Video ]
[ When the video screen turns on, it's a rush of motion, one hand fumbling to right the device before Brennan's face appears in the screen. His expression is tense and drawn and is lit by an eerie green glow from where he's observed to be kneeling on Wonderland's beach. There's a hint of panic in his eyes, and he's still bloody and banged up from a recent battle. But that's not the cause of his frantic urgency.

Flickering green flares and flashes alarmingly as he grits his teeth in pain. ]


I don't... I can't hold it back. Stay away. You need to stay away from the beach. Dorian... Solas!

[ Those are the only words he can get out before there's a blinding flare of light as his Anchor discharges with the force of a small explosion, the video feed going black as his device gets destroyed in the process. The explosion itself might be heard by anyone who was outside at the time, accompanied by a flare of green light coming from the direction of the beach. Anyone who comes to investigate (after his departure) will find a widened crater in the sand where the force of the releasing magic left an impact. ]

Action Threads: Closed to Dorian and/or Solas )


[ Video ]
[ It's hours later when he finally reappears on the Network, tired and haggard but alive, his device newly replaced after the explosion had destroyed the last one. He manages a sheepish expression in apology to the Network at large. ]

Well, it hadn't been my intent to announce my return in quite such a noisy manner, but I wasn't given much of an option. To those concerned, the matter is....[ He pauses, struggling to find the right words. ] contained, for the time being. I'm sorry if I alarmed anyone by it.
backpacking: (all just lie and complain)
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[ At first, there are a lot of nondescript sounds and images, as if she turned on the feed and promptly forgot about it. The voice of a preteen girl lets loose a string of muttered curses. Objects rustle, clatter, shuffle. Heavy footfall. Eventually, Ellie shows her face, clearly trying to be more informative thank panicked, but the fear makes it into her eyes and voice. ]

Hey, remember when I thought it'd be helpful to say what kind of crap might follow us here? ... Yeah. Totally right about that. [ Distracted, the camera shifts to show a sideways view of the hallway without much of interest to see there. Ellie walks for a while, still producing swears on every other exhale, though she quickly returns to the video. ]

If you saw Max's broadcast, then you know... something's up. And the zombies? Aren't zombies. They're Infected, they're... basically the same, except they're not undead, or whatever. Those things are still alive. And they... fucking... followed me here.

[ In a manner of speaking. For anyone who's ever wondered about the hopeless world that Ellie was pulled out of, this will be a lovely first-hand opportunity to learn. ]

Right. Okay. So, what you need to know. [ Hopefully people aren't asleep. This occurs to her and she stops short, trying to figure out if she has time to go door to door and pound on them until their residents can flee. More swearing. ] ... If they bite you, or scratch you, you're screwed. They might be in the basement now, so we've got some time. I went down there, and they look like Runners, so they can see and hear you, and they're fucking fast.

[ Hence the name. Cue sights and sounds of Ellie stuffing a bunch of supplies into her backpack. ]

Oh, yeah. So, that's not all. What they're sick with? It's a fungus, and its spores are... down there, but if those guys come up here, then the spores'll be everywhere. If you breathe them in, you're done. Just-- get outside, grab supplies, weapons, and definitely a gas mask, and get out of here. It's just gonna get worse.

[ Shit. There's so much more she wants to say, but her mind is both blank and racing wildly, and all she can really hold onto is that she has to find people and keep them safe. Ellie swallows, face set, clearly pained by what she knows is about to happen. ]

Endure and survive.
therapize: (so let's approach it this way)
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[Have you seen the inside of the therapy office before Wonderland? Because you're getting a good shot of it now, featuring the owner of this particular room.]

Good morning, Wonderland. Since it's been awhile, and we're just coming off the heels of a rather chaotic event, I thought i'd introduce myself. My name is Cami O'Connell, and I am the therapist in residence here in Wonderland. An officially licensed therapist at that, thanks to a trip home a couple of months ago.

[She's got a degree and everything now. Clearly she's a force to be watched out for.]

For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of psychological therapy, the idea is to work through mental issues in order to help alleviate or lessen their effects. This could be anything, from a traumatic loss to guilt over something you've done, to trying to deal with whatever hell Wonderland has put you through. It's often a slow process that takes dedication and time, but one that can be immensely helpful if people are willing to see it through.

[As so many people in Wonderland have failed to do. And that's half the reason why she's making this broadcast; too many people have been one-time visitors before they retreated into their own shells of denial.]

Of course, therapy doesn't work for everyone; that's just a fact. But the problems you've got right now, the secret things you don't want to face because they're all just too much and you think that if you try they'll swallow you whole? They aren't going to go away if you just ignore them. They'll linger, and they'll fester, and then Wonderland will do what it always does by sparking some event that makes that trauma even worse.

Trust me. I've been here long enough to see it, and to have it happen to me too.

[She pauses then; hopefully she's gotten some people's attention with the speech this time.]

One other benefit to the process is that it is entirely confidential. I will not divulge anything you tell me when you come to see me as a patient, unless you or someone else is at risk of harm. No one will even know you've talked to me at all.

So if you're interested, if you think that there's the slightest chance that talking to someone may do you some good? Come by the office in room 20 on the sixth floor. If the door is closed, write your name on a piece of paper and slide it under the door, and I'll get in touch. Or you can respond to this broadcast, and we can arrange a time to meet.

[She looks directly at the phone now, directly at the people watching this. Hopefully, it manages to reach them.]

Wonderland is not an easy place to live in. And while you can learn how to shoot a gun or to defend yourself physically, the biggest toll it takes on all of us is an emotional and psychological one. So why not strengthen yourself there to?

[A heartbeat longer, and Cami reaches to turn off the video. After that, it's just a matter of waiting for people to show up, or for her phone to ring.

But while she does spend a good chunk of her day in the office, after certain replies she ends up fielding? By that evening Cami is more than happy to abandon talking to people in favor of hitting up the bar. Not that she'll reject anyone who tries to approach her there; it's just that the therapist is out for the evening, thanks, so please stop complaining about her life's work now so she can drink in peace.]
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-land's influence on you. [ Good morning from the tired and faintly exasperated countenance of Robyn, who hastily replaces a wayward braid behind her ear before actually attending to the broadcast. She smiles wearily, clearing her throat before addressing the mansion. ]

Hello, Wonderland. In case we've yet to meet, my name is Robyn Cousland of the Gr- [ She cuts off momentarily to glance away, frowning, and speaks to someone or something off-camera. ] Stop. Sit.

[ There's a low whine, but she returns to the device with a satisfied, short sigh. ]

When I arrived, I... found, if it can be called that, a mabari - a Ferelden hound - in the wardrobe of my room. He isn't nearly as well-behaved as my own, unfortunately; he seems much younger, though I've just been thinking it might be because of the way that this place seems to affect us all. Though, luckily, we haven't all been taking little things from other people and hiding them away.

[ TALKING ABOUT YOU, OREN THE DOG. ]

Which... brings me to my point, which is that the dog has apparently been taking things that don't belong to him. Some of them have names written in them, some books, but most of these things have been difficult to return. I know for a fact that he confiscated possessions of an Emily Bennett, Evelyn O'Connell, and Cullen Rutherford. Also... [ At this, the Warden sifts through the pile as she speaks: ] Several boots, gloves, and gauntlets, mostly leather. A... necklace, I think, made of bone, a clay flower pot, some kind of- [ Maker's breath. She looks momentarily pained and spots of pink rise into the apples of her cheeks. ] Something... called Busty Asian Beauties, and several other things I've yet to identify.

[ The picture on the cover of that particular piece of reading material is overwhelmingly embarrassing and she hastens to end the broadcast. ]

Andraste's grace. Please stop by room thirty on the first floor if you've been missing something, or just tell me what you've lost and I will return it once I've made some sense of this mess.
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[When the video comes to life it's clear that it's not an intentional recording but one of the many stationary wall mounted devices scattered around the mansion flickering on, perhaps to notify those watching that someone is poking around the bedroom levels.

The someone in question turns out to be a decidedly scruffy looking man who looks like he'd need the concept of 'bathing' explained to him, possibly with pictures. There's dirt and grime and something that may or may not be blood caked on his robes and he creeps more than walks through the hallways, almost like he's expecting someone to catch him in the act at any moment.

The nervousness may have something to do with how he's trying the doors as he goes, largely finding locked ones but eventually one opens and he jerks back in surprise. Perhaps it's an empty, unclaimed room, or perhaps it's someone's who didn't think to lock the door on their way out. Either way, Jowan cautiously pokes his head into the room and stares around wide-eyed at it all.]


Maker, a bed! I know none of this is real, but still... if I'm going to die in a dream, then at least it's a good dream. It'd be better if there was something to eat...

[A thought occurs to him and Jowan glances back over his shoulder, down the hallway he'd come from.]

If this is a manor or something, maybe there's a kitchen? I can't imagine food in the Fade is going to help me much but at least it might taste good.

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