It was the sound of the word Haven and the resemblance to Heaven that caught Gwen's attention, but it only took a second to realize what he said. Still, she always got a kick from poking the newcomers. It was new, and safe, and she liked having the power of the upper hand. She got to chill in the comfort of her own home and assess the newbies while they freaked out in their metallic room, and if she didn't like them? Just a flick of the Tablet and they were gone from her mind until the next time they were forced to interact.
"Someone's got his thinking cap on today," she said, drolly, studying the newbie. "You're not even close, big guy."
Others would probably be freaking out at the little image ontop of his screen, a definite Galaxy Battles nod, but Dwight is too busy trying to formulate some kind of plan.
Big guy. He'll take big guy. Better than Sasquatch.
"So." There's no point in freaking out in a situation like this, it blinds your judgement. Instead, Dwight gets straight to the facts: "Where am I if I'm not in Maine?" He'll react to it later. Privately. Apparently, people could see him.
A airy shrug. "No one knows." She takes a sip of whatever seems to be in her mug. She looks comfortable, but she'll give you more than that. "It's called Taxon. Kind of a...melting pot for all sorts of people."
Maine, huh? That seems to be a first. Guess the aliens were sick of people from Los Angeles.
Dwight's sleepy gaze perks up, eyebrows raised wide as if to say 'no, really?'
"Seems like it," he responds, limping over to the tablet and picking it up. He holds it above him, squinting, and winds up coming face to face with the hologram. "You wanna give me a hint on how to get out of here?"
Kobra watched the new arrival in the tablet with disinterest. There was nothing exciting about this anymore. He'd hoped for too long to hear Ghoul's, Jet's or Grace's voice when someone new arrived, but it had never happened. Kobra rarely indulged in stupid hopes.
He was wearing his sunglasses again and smoking, hunched in on himself and wearing the coat DG had given him because he was sitting in the forest again and it was fucking freezing.
"Wow, aren't you a smart wavehead," he drawled at the man's statement. "Welcome to Taxon, cityrat."
At least Taxon was full of colourful characters. The brown haired girl wasn't kidding. He says nothing, staring at the scrawny kid patiently. No idea what wavehead meant but he did know sarcasm when he saw it. Probably because he knew Duke Crocker.
What kind of name was that? Kobra frowned but shrugged and took another, slow drag of his cigarette.
"Something we all want to know," he replied eventually, pushing his sunglasses back up where they'd slipped. "All some kinda game for the hamsters, I guess."
Dwight's expression is still impassive, though have a little eyebrow quirk at hamsters.
"Hamster games, huh?" and, because he can broach it carefully, "Would you say anybody here is a little... troubled?" Vagueness was the type of stuff Dwight lived on. Well, that and breaking and entering for the police chief to fix things.
"Good afternoon, and welcome, although it is difficult to welcome someone to this city in good faith," says a man's voice, British. He's recited something similar to this many times now for newcomers; it's smooth and automatic for him now.
"My name is Mayland Long. You are not in any immediate physical danger... well, except perhaps from that injury on your leg... but you, I'm afraid, trapped in this city with many other people."
Finally, someone that just said straight facts. Dwight nodded at his tablet, leaning against the railing, nodding slightly. "So there's a bunch of others here. Anyone from Haven, Maine?" Monotone voice, sure, but it's going to take more than an Asian with a British Accent to spook him. He'll freak out later. Hopefully in the privacy of his own home when he got back.
"Not that I know of, I am sorry to say." Long pauses to take a sip from a cup of tea.
"However... the simplest way to put this, and I apologise that I must sound like a lunatic, is that many of us are here from what might be called different... worlds, different realities. Different times, as well. It was 1983 for me before I was brought here.
"Has anyone explained to you how to leave the room? There is a terrible amount of information to impart, but that room is not the most pleasant place to hear it."
"You're right, that does sound crazy." But at least he apologized, and in a swanky British accent, nonetheless. Dwight would be charmed if he wasn't busy trying to concentrate on figuring out what to do.
"Most of 'em have just been yapping, to be perfectly honest, but I got out." But his eyebrows lift up, curious as to what the other was talking about. "But directions to someone with decent first-aid would be nice." Leg. Bear trap. Not cool.
The word 'haven' conjured up images of beauty and serenity as surely as any magician. But there was no magic here. Just cold and heartless science. The sort that set Drusilla's teeth on edge and kept her imprisoned in this sickening city.
"You're in Taxon."
He didn't know what that meant, but he would. And she'd laugh to see his face.
He's gathering that some of the residents are good at explaining things and some aren't, but this isn't exactly either, and Dwight's face shows that he's slightly skeptical.
"Not exactly full of my hopes and dreams," He comments wryly.
"No one dreams here," Drusilla told him. It was leached away by the science and the imprisonment and, most of all, the despair. She'd been here for a long time. She'd seen more people give up than she'd seen fight their way home. "They forget how."
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It was the sound of the word Haven and the resemblance to Heaven that caught Gwen's attention, but it only took a second to realize what he said. Still, she always got a kick from poking the newcomers. It was new, and safe, and she liked having the power of the upper hand. She got to chill in the comfort of her own home and assess the newbies while they freaked out in their metallic room, and if she didn't like them? Just a flick of the Tablet and they were gone from her mind until the next time they were forced to interact.
"Someone's got his thinking cap on today," she said, drolly, studying the newbie. "You're not even close, big guy."
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Big guy. He'll take big guy. Better than Sasquatch.
"So." There's no point in freaking out in a situation like this, it blinds your judgement. Instead, Dwight gets straight to the facts: "Where am I if I'm not in Maine?" He'll react to it later. Privately. Apparently, people could see him.
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Maine, huh? That seems to be a first. Guess the aliens were sick of people from Los Angeles.
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"Seems like it," he responds, limping over to the tablet and picking it up. He holds it above him, squinting, and winds up coming face to face with the hologram. "You wanna give me a hint on how to get out of here?"
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He was wearing his sunglasses again and smoking, hunched in on himself and wearing the coat DG had given him because he was sitting in the forest again and it was fucking freezing.
"Wow, aren't you a smart wavehead," he drawled at the man's statement. "Welcome to Taxon, cityrat."
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At least Taxon was full of colourful characters. The brown haired girl wasn't kidding. He says nothing, staring at the scrawny kid patiently. No idea what wavehead meant but he did know sarcasm when he saw it. Probably because he knew Duke Crocker.
"Not a cityrat. Dwight. Any idea why I'm here?"'
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"Something we all want to know," he replied eventually, pushing his sunglasses back up where they'd slipped. "All some kinda game for the hamsters, I guess."
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"Hamster games, huh?" and, because he can broach it carefully, "Would you say anybody here is a little... troubled?" Vagueness was the type of stuff Dwight lived on. Well, that and breaking and entering for the police chief to fix things.
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"My name is Mayland Long. You are not in any immediate physical danger... well, except perhaps from that injury on your leg... but you, I'm afraid, trapped in this city with many other people."
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"However... the simplest way to put this, and I apologise that I must sound like a lunatic, is that many of us are here from what might be called different... worlds, different realities. Different times, as well. It was 1983 for me before I was brought here.
"Has anyone explained to you how to leave the room? There is a terrible amount of information to impart, but that room is not the most pleasant place to hear it."
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"Most of 'em have just been yapping, to be perfectly honest, but I got out." But his eyebrows lift up, curious as to what the other was talking about. "But directions to someone with decent first-aid would be nice." Leg. Bear trap. Not cool.
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"You're in Taxon."
He didn't know what that meant, but he would. And she'd laugh to see his face.
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"Not exactly full of my hopes and dreams," He comments wryly.
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