001 || Bigby Wolf || [Video]

[huffedandpuffed]

[When the video feed clicks on, there's a grim face sitting in a framing that looks sloppy but shows absolutely nothing except a white-washed wall behind him. Which is better-- it hides the destruction of the small Ikea TV stand and the dark tufts of fur stuck into a few of the ceiling panels

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[cordelisse]

[My, what bit teeth you've got... because I can't help myself Zoey can't help but laugh a little. It's not all that amused a sound, however.]

The video isn't much help when it comes to the "What the hell am I doing here" question, anyway. I wish I could answer your question myself, but I have no fucking clue. It appears that no one here does.

[And she would like an answer, too. Somehow she thinks it's going to be slow in coming.]

I can tell you what I do know. It's not a lot, currently; I haven't been here that much longer than you have.

[huffedandpuffed]

[The thing about waking up somewhere with no memory of how he got there-- aside from the fact that in centuries of life there've been few things Bigby has encountered with enough skill to get the jump on him-- is that he doesn't know who the hell is a mundie and who isn't.

When in Rome, do as Snow would: assume everyone is the enemy. He's not here to make friends anyway.]

All right. So, I'm waiting.

[cordelisse]

[All right. Down to business. Zoey appreciates that in a person.]

This is Miskatonic University in Arkham, we’ve all been taken rather unceremoniously from wherever the fuck we were and dumped in the streets; where the recovery team found us. There are a lot of doubles running around the place. Apparently, before either of us arrived, there was an attack involving tentacles.

And death is not always permanent. So I’ve been told.

No one knows how we got here. And no one knows how to get home.

[And that about sums up her current knowledge.]

[huffedandpuffed]

... A lot of doubles?

[That sounds like fact, it's what he pulls free of the other non-answers. That and death, but, hell, he's never followed mundie rules anyway.]

[cordelisse]

[Zoey nods]

There’s one other person here that shares my face, and I’ve been told that there are several other sets running about.

[huffedandpuffed]

... Right.

[Because that's fucking weird, and this is coming from a man who has seen pigs fly. Literally. But none of them ever had the same face. Even the wooden soldiers of the Adversary had specific detail.]

[cordelisse]

[Zoey raises an eyebrow. She can appreciate the scepticism; besides, it’s not like he won’t be seeing proof of it himself soon enough.]

I know. Sounds fucking insane. Wait until you see for yourself. Or just see yourself, as the case may be.

[huffedandpuffed]

I'd rather not, if it's all the same. [He pulls a drag from his cigarette and runs a hand through his hair.] So we rot here.

[cordelisse]

Getting eaten by something with tentacles is also a possibility, it sounds like. Or try to figure out what the fuck is going on, so we can avoid both the rotting and the getting eaten by tentacles.

[Zoey shrugs a little.]

All depends on what you feel like doing with your time, I guess. Apparently a lot of the people here have jobs to keep busy.

[Also drinking and smoking whatever’s smoke-able found in the dorm rooms.]

[huffedandpuffed]

[Jobs, great. Maybe there's an opening for town Sheriff and Spymaster; he'll be a shoe-in.] I think I'll just take up drinking and work on my tan.

[cordelisse]

[Zoey almost laughs.]

Sounds as good an idea as any.

[Hell, that’s what she was planning on doing a bit of; Zoey seems to have ended up in the room of a boozehound, with as many bottles of alcohol she found stashed away. If he’s looking he’ll see a bottle of rum sitting on the desk behind her.]