entranceway | [video] they ain't gonna catch you when you fall

[The feed is turned away from Kid, showing a view of a shattered Wonderland, chunks of land suspended in midair, some of them connected by bridges made out of debris, some not. Some are small, some are large. The feed catches a door and a section of wall tumbling out into the nothingness below with a crack of wood and metal.]

Yeah, this one's mine.

[Kid keeps the camera pointed out at Wonderland. He doesn't want to look at the camera right now. Of all the events to happen only a week after his death, it had to be this one. It's adding insult to injury, this reminder of what his world has become, and all the things that go along with it. And all of this on top of hearing that Dean has vanished.]

[It's just been a miserable month.]

Looks jus' like Caelondia. 'S uncanny. [That's one word for it. "Disturbing" is another.] Figger things're pretty obvious here. Don' bother tryin' t' jump, it jus' ain't worth th' risk 'nless ya got some Hop-Scotch on ya, an' I dunno 'f the closets are gonna work. S'ppose Wonderland ain't gonna be kind like Caelondia an' form up bridges 'neath yer feet. Keep t' ropes an' such. We got folk what kin fly here, yeah? They might be willin' t'help.

I'd gen'rally say jus' stay in one place, but that means settin' fer three 'r four days without food an' water fer some. 'F th' diner's whole, I'd say head that way. 'Course I ain't got no idea where it's ended up.

Jus'...look out fer each other. An' don't fall. [He pauses.] Th' gods sure ain't gonna catch ya.

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Blueberry flavoured... People?

[WHO ARE YOU, HANNIBAL LECTER??]

...Uhh...think we talkin' 'bout diff'ernt things...

Yeah. I think so. ...What're you talking about?

[Scumbags... What else could a scumbag be besides, like... Emilio. Or Tuco.

Or that dude in the wheelchair, he was scumbag material too with that fucking bell...

Actually, no, he takes that back- literally shitting on the DEA's floor totally nullifies the dinging. You do you, Tio Hector.]

Scumbags. Big ol' mobile trash bags what eat everythin', leave slime everywhere?

Right. Right, yeah.

...That's totally not what I was talking about, I was thinking more like-- like assholes, you know? Douchebags. [He laughs, though.] That's some, uh-- Some language barrier, man.

Ohh. Haha, I get it. Well, ya can call a fella a "scumbag" 'f ya wanna insult him. Just that they's an actual thing it's referrin' to.

So, uh... How do you know they taste like blueberries? Are they like edible?

[He's picturing a giant blueberry (or maybe the chick from Willy Wonka) just sort of rolling into an oven, getting its Augustus Gloop everywhere.

Thanks for that.]

Hell, no one eats 'em. They jus' smell like it. Like rotting blueberries.

Gross, man. That sucks. ...They're not like all over the place are they? Cuz that might make me wanna jump.

[It's probably not as bad as, you know, falling into a friggin' portajohn... But ugh. Rotting fruit is getting there.]

Nah, they were mostly in th' dumps an' such. Eatin' up th' garbage.

Gotcha, that makes sense. I guess. But hey, I haven't seen any here yet, I guess Wonderland left that outta the whole "from your head to the canvas" thing.

[Thank. God.]

Yeah, s'fortunate none 'f the critters back home ended up here. Folk prob'ly wouldn't wanna see big ol' blue ghost-like things floatin' 'round an' carryin' massive pickaxes. Not after las' month.

I mean I can only speak for myself and all but... Yeah. I'm gonna pass on blue ghosts unless we're talking Pac-Man. ...And pickaxes are pretty much a no go for the rest of forever. Seriously.

'Zactly. Be fine 'f I never see a pickaxe again.

[Jesse frowns. He may not be the brightest (or may not feel like the brightest, which really makes all the difference), but:]

He didn't, you know... Get you, did he?

[As far as he's aware, there wasn't like some bulletin that went around, a "Who's Who Who Got Murdered" (nor should there have been), and so he doesn't know who all bit it...

But Kid's a good dude- Jesse's gonna be pretty bummed if he was was of the "lucky" ones...]

[He's silent for awhile.] Yeah, he did.

[The silence tells Jesse all he needs to know, really, but the confirmation...]

Jesus. I'm sorry, dude. That's-- Wow.

[Ugh.]

S'alright. I'm over it. [Biggest lie.]

[YOU CAN'T BULLSHIT A BULLSHITTER, KID.

...But while nine times out of ten Jesse will absolutely call people on that sort of thing, this is that tenth time, the exception to the rule. He's not that big of a tool.]

Man. This place, it's just-- It's insane. [Dangerously so.] It's like we're stuck in some trippy-ass movie.

[He thinks he saw a movie like this once, anyway. ~~He was probably high, let's be real.~~]

Yeah, sure is. Every time I think I'm gettin' useta this place, somethin' goes an' happens what reminds me I ain't never gonna be comfortable here. Not really. Think it's th' same fer a lotta folk.

Yeah. I mean, getting comfortable here kinda feels like asking for it, you know?

[A terrible thought, especially considering the fact that he has become sort of comfortable here... He has his spots to chill in, whatever he wants from the closets, his friends...

In a lot of ways he's more comfortable here than he was back home. Nobody breathing down his neck, no crazy asshole cops breaking his door down to beat his ass into the hardwood...]

'Zactly. Place kin be nice an' all, an' I've met all these interestin' folk. But this place...just ain't right. Ain't nothin' right about it.

[And the longer he stays here, the more that fact is driven home.]

[Jesse frowns, wondering if, somewhere down the line, he'll feel the same way.

He hopes he doesn't, though. It'd be cool to have one thing go right and stay that way...]

Yeah... [WELP now that he's ruined Kid's entire day, it's time to fuck off somewhere and smoke or something. Maybe see if he can pull a tv outta the closet in the room he's made his own for the time being.] Look, I'm sorry I brought it up. That blows... I, uh-- Yo, you probably got mad stuff to do since this one's yours and all...

[Making a graceful exit is probably not gonna happen at this point... But he's trying.]

Nah, s'alright. Really. [He's not gonna fault this guy for being curious, certainly.] But yer right, I should prob'ly head out an' see 'f I kin help anyone.

Right, yeah... [Beat.] Hey-- Good luck out there, dude.

[Wouldn't that be the way to go, taken out by your own event...]

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