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[somekindofsin]

I have to question my own sanity when this sort of thing begins to feel routine.

Guests!  While you're here, would you mind glancing at this and giving me your opinions on it?  Might you consider expanding upon it?  It's all speculation, of course, since none of you were terribly forward last time.  I would sincerely appreciate concrete answers, or

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[graaaaaaaaaaves]

Fictional? I'M REAL.

[somekindofsin]

Do you know that for a fact? Perhaps you're not as real as you think you are in all worlds.

[graaaaaaaaaaves]

Please, enough with the shrink talk. I'm real.

[graaaaaaaaaaves]

What are you supposed to be? Did they stop giving out welfare surgeries here?

[hazthecharges]

Whoa...did I miss the drill or something? What's going on?

[somekindofsin]

Honestly, I have no idea. There's a curse--this kind of thing happens every so often. Are you from the City, or have you stumbled in unintentionally?

[hazthecharges]

I don't know...the last thing I remember was that I was falling down towards the drill and about to open my parachute and next thing I'm here.

[somekindofsin]

You could be dead, I suppose. Perhaps you're only visiting. The City is unusually accessible on days like this; there's no telling how you came to be here.

The cafes and diners should be operating normally, though. You may as well have a good meal before going back to your parachuting.

[tmartian42]

Whenever something terribly embarrassing happens to you it is entirely because your own personal god(dess, in your case) thinks it would be hilarious.

[somekindofsin]

How do you know this? Can you communicate with this entity?

[tmartian42]

Mmmhmm. I ~am~ one, just not ~yours~.

[somekindofsin]

Do you have a name?

[vampbratprince]

I know I'm not fictional. I wrote my stories.

And hello.

[somekindofsin]

Ah! Once of my favourite vampires! Not that you have a good deal of competition for the title...

Oh, but consider it. Isn't it possible that, somewhere, someone imagines you writing your own stories? Not that that would make you any less real, of course, but there may be--how do I want to say this?--windows of some kind, allowing the denizens of one world to peer into another without realizing that they're doing so.

[vampbratprince]

Of course not. I'm far more pleasant than the others are.

That would be an interesting possibility. To be real and fictional all at once.

[somekindofsin]

There's no contest. Marishka appears to be under control, though, and the rest are relatively quiet when it comes to any sordid affairs.

Wouldn't it? I almost can't imagine such a thing, but it would explain a good deal. Now if we only knew how these theoretical windows worked we might find a way out...

But you've found a way out, haven't you? How is existence outside of the City?

voice;

[german_beefcake]

Zhat's a very good guide, mein Herr.

Ah.. as far as being fictional.. I.. don't really know how to answer zhat.

voice; omg flashback

[somekindofsin]

Thank you! Er... danke, rather. Ich spreche nicht deutschen brunnen--I don't have much of an opportunity to use it, you see.

I don't blame you. It's a terribly puzzling question, and not one that everyone is prepared to ask. What would we do if we all learned that yes, we are indeed fictional?

voice; I thought you might enjoy it. XD

[german_beefcake]

Heh, it's alright.

I'm not really sure... I mean, zhere's nothing you can really do about it, ja?

voice; <3

[somekindofsin]

Well, no. It's something to think about, though.

We haven't met, have we? I'm sorry if we have; I have a memory like a sieve where names and faces are concerned.