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[ While he's known for being pretty quick to assess a situation and pick up on what's going on, there hasn't hardly been time for that before Robin John Blake is addressing the network, a rather uneasy expression wrinkling his forehead, his whole being scrunched up while he tries to get used to using a video function that is nowhere near standard in his time and place. ]

Uh... Know this is gonna sound kinda weird, but— [ Believe it or not, John Blake, there isn't much you could say that the denizen of Wonderland would consider weird, but you go ahead and give it a try, buddy. ] Well... don't s'pose I'm dreamin', am I?

[ It feels like a good guess because he doesn't remember traveling, and he certainly doesn't remember leaving home, and since the last thing he'd done was attend a funeral, it could be a strange coincidence, a fabrication of his mind that's now semi-lucid, sitting here telling him how what he sees and feels can't be what's actually happening. People don't just appear in storybooks (and even if he did, it wouldn't be this celebrated tale). ]

Barrin' that, think I might be dead... [ It's mumbled in an off-hand way, as if maybe he's already considered it, but decided not to lead with that theory. Audible to the rest, even if he's quick to move on from saying it. ] But on the off chance I'm not either of those things, think someone could help me out figurin' what's goin' on here?

[ He likes to think a uniform would have added something to this request, but having just given up his badge for good, all he can do is address everyone as a regular guy — definitely not his first choice, since it usually does him no favors.

He looks like he's done, about to end the transmission, when something else occurs to him. ] —in person, if possible. Not really— Not really much of a fan of these things, not if I can help it.

[ He can't, not here, but he'll at least be content to try for a while. With luck, it won't even matter when he wakes up from all of this... ]

Be— [ A gesture over his shoulder. ] Gonna be outside for a while — out front. So... yeah.

[[ OOC: Video, audio, or action perfectly okay, just note. Will also match style. For starters, send a PM to this account or hit me up @ blakeroo on plurk. :) ]]

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There's 400+ rooms on the first floor? Does this place go on forever or something? Bigger on the inside?

[ He totally means that to be a joke. Clearly he has done no real wandering. ]

Not to freak you out, but you're actually right. [ He once tried walking down one of the hallways and gave up after half an hour. ]

Picked a room yet?

[ No, he is definitely freaked out. How far can a person walk before they're lost for good? If he walked ten miles, would he find himself exiled somewhere around room 4000 or something? Who's to say a person couldn't get lost indefinitely? Better not to think about it right now, perhaps...

He starts toward Peter's room, hoping it's not actually a mile down the hall. ]

No, I haven't pick anything yet. Is it at least rent controlled? Doesn't sound like there's a lot of job opportunities around here.

[ Also probably a joke, although being from the city it shouldn't be too surprising he worries about these things. ]

[ Peter had picked a room further away from everyone else because he had trouble controlling his abilities when he first arrived. He didn't want to accidentally hurt anyone. So yes, John's going to have walk for a bit. (Good thing walking helps to clear a headache!) ]

There's no rent. Pretty much anything you want you can get for free.

There's also the vendors, but I wouldn't recommend getting anything from them.

[ He pokes his head out of his room to check if the guy is anywhere near, but nope. ]

Probably a good idea to get hold of a skateboard, huh?

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Would that really be any more convenient? It doesn't seem like it would be.

[ At least John's used to being on his feet. He'd walk his beat on the third shift more often than not when crime was down after the Dent Act. Still, at this rate, he have walked himself to a cure for his headache just in time to get the pills he made the journey for. ]

What about the vendors? Why wouldn't you recommend them? What do they sell?

Back home, it's a pretty great way to get around in the city. Beats taking the cab all the time. New York traffic's a bitch.

[ Of course his mom confiscated his skateboard the moment he brought it home back when he was a teenager and somehow, he never ever got himself another. He just didn't want her worrying about his safety. ]

Whatever you can't obtain from the closet, you might be able to get from the vendors. They'll likely take any kind of currency, but they'll also gladly barter for something of interest. I don't know if you've had a chance to read the welcome pamphlet, but this place has a tendency to mess with our memories. Who knows what they'd try to get you to part with. Personally, I just wouldn't risk it.

Sounds like a common theme. Does anyone have any idea why this place is so interested in memories? And how they're accessed?

[ He might re-think that skateboard idea, but what's a ten, fifteen minute walk? John will survive it, but he's starting to feel bad for making Peter wait. ]

I don't think anyone knows anything for sure. It's all one giant mystery.

You from planet Earth?

Yes. Should I take that to mean there are people here who AREN'T from planet Earth??

[ He will be slightly relieved to have this conversation in-person in a couple of minutes. It already feels unbelievable without having to pass the information over a damn cellphone.

It won't be long now, at least. ]

A demon once texted me. [ He's still not sure if it really was a demon, but: ]

There's also a talking raccoon. And I've seen a cat wandering around on two feet with clothes on.

[ He's not going to let John Blake here know about Alice and her lack of eyes. Nope. That would be too creepy. Peter pokes his head out again and spots a figure some ways ahead. He gives the guy a wave, assuming that must be the newcomer. When Blake's finally close enough, Peter lets out a bit of a grin. ]

At least you didn't have to take the stairs.

Yeah, no kiddin'.

[ Blake stashes away his phone into his pocket and comes to a stop outside Peter's door. ]

Sure hope you're the type to enjoy peace an' quiet. This is almost the next town over...

Now, what's this 'bout a talkin' racoon?

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