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Who: Brooklyn and anyone.
When: 9/26, midday
Where: Plaza
Style: Either
Status: Open

[This would not have been the first time that the Gargoyle has woken up in a place much weirder than where he last fell asleep, but in terms of degrees, this scene would take the prize for weirdest. It was no part of New York, that was for sure. Overhead, was that. . . water?]

[That, and he was soaking wet himself. How much sense did tha—wait, there was something in his hand.]

Star. . . computer?

[It’d better be waterproof. He proceeds to inelegantly prod at it with a talon.]

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[Since disney must always meet disney - er, Mickey was out on patrol, whistling a little, glad that he was back in his own body. He could hear someone talking, though he was too far away to see who it was just yet. Always prepared to make a new friend, he began to head on over.]

Someone there?

[Was that, uh, some kind of member of the Third Race? Was this a fey plane after all? He was going to have to be cautious.]

You could say that.

Well, hiya! My name's -

[And then he sees the guy.

Guh-wha-HEY?!

[WHAT IS THAT EVEN. he blinks a few times, making sure this is accurate.]

... M-Mickey... Mouse?

[Charming. But at least the thing didn't seem like a threat.]

Brooklyn. If you're done, I'm in the market for a few answers.

[he laughs sheepishly. what a good first impression.]

Uh... sorry about that, pal. I always think I've seen everythin, and... uh...

[Clears his throat.]

Answers, right! That must mean yer new to our lil' underwater home away from home!

I'm used to to it.

[Sad, but true.]

Wait, your lil' what?

Ta make a long story short, this is Vatheon. It's a special place that takes people from different times and worlds, and puts 'em here for a while until it's ready to kick us back. That's why yer not exactly dry.

[. . . so. Does that mean it is a fey plane, or what? Brooklyn waves an arm dismissively.]

Wait, wait. Stop. You're tellin' me this place pulls people out of their worlds? Why?

Not exactly sure 'why'... There's not exactly a person in charge a'this place. But since we don't know we got in, we dunno how ta get out on our own. We have ta be patient, and wait for this place to send us back. And until then...

[He pulls off one white glove, revealing an odd tattoo.]

Yer gunna have one of these somewhere.

[He's been dry up to now, but here there's some frustration in Brooklyn's voice.]

But what about my clan? I don't figure this place left 'em a note behind, either.

[So this was serious. Not that there was ever really any doubt that it was going to be, on the Gargoyle's part.]

A tattoo?

Ya get one yerself, but it's on different a different place on everyone. It lets the natives here know who we are. 'Cause of this, they treat us real special, like givin' us free room and board.

[He speaks gently, trying to calm the 'whatever it is' down.]

But ya don't gotta worry none about yer clan, and family, and friends... See, when we get sent back, we're sent back the exact second we left. So it's like we never left at all. This place has a way of fixin' time like that.

[Well time travel is a concept he is tangentially familiar with, at the very least.]

I...see. So, uh. I've got one of those somewhere on me, huh?

[It isn't on his hands, that much is for sure. But on that note.]

Wait, what about this thing? [He holds out the star device.] It was on me when I got here.

That's yer starfish communicator!

[He'll dig into his ~~one of his many zippered~~ pockets, and pulls out his own.]

It lets ya talk ta anyone here in Vatheon no matter how far away they are. Kinda like a phone, only fancier.

[It looks like no phone he has ever seen, but that isn't saying much.]

So let me get this straight. They drag us in here and then they just...provide for us? That doesn't make any sense.

And it only gets crazier. There's a big coral in the middle of the city, and we need ta touch it every once in a while. It gives us energy. If we don't, we get exhausted and sickly real fast.

[Clearly there is a lot that he needs to hear. But at the moment Brooklyn can only sigh and rub his face.]

I don't suppose you've got a users guide handy? 'New Time Refugees: Inquire Here?'

Well... there is a place...

[He looks through his starfish, trying to find the right name for it.]

Oh, there we go. There's a buildin' in the plaza - ya can't miss the big welcomin' banner they got. They got a special committee inside ta tell ya everythin', and anythin' I forgot.

[He arcs an eye.]

Is there anything you forgot?

[he pauses, and then counts on his fingers.]

Let's see... Vatheon, different worlds, time travel, coral, tattoos... Gee, I think those are the basics for day ta day livin' here.

Uh huh.

[The welcome center isn't hard to spot. He guesses that's going to be his next destination.]

Thanks for the help. Sorry if I, uh. Startled you.

[he grins, happy to have helped.]

Aw shucks, if life didn't have surprises, it'd be pretty borin'! And if ya need help with anythin' else, just gimmie a hollar!

Yeah. Sure thing.

[He was actually on his way to check out some poffins from a certain Countries' bakery when he saw the wet gargoyle.]

Whoa. [Really he should be used to oddities with what he has seen, but this place still took him by surprised.]

You should get dry, man. Unless you're water proof or something. [Grabbing a towel from their little home off the plaza as he made his way closer to the...dragon? Offering out the towel.]

[These were all humans weren't they? He had no time to react before anyone in the plaza could have seen him. But something was off.]

[Now one was approaching him, and speaking to him.] You're not, uh, afraid of me?

[Didn't that sound awkward? But how else was he going to put it.]

[He kind of stared again before shaking his head.]

Nah, man. I think there are scarier things here to worry about.

[He'll scratch the back of his head with his free hand.] That and we also have trolls here. Your wings are seriously cool though.

[Brooklyn accepts the towel, slowly.]

That's not exactly encouraging. What kind of trolls?

[He sends an unconscious glance to his wings, but breaks it quickly.]

Space trolls I think. [If what he's read from other conversations were correct.]

They have gray skin, yellow horns, and sharp teeth. Most of them are pretty cool. Oh! We kind of also have some demons, but they like eating locals so they won't eat you. They are pretty nice as well.

[He...what?]

You know, I think it's best if we just hold off on the briefings for a little while.

[With that, he starts to apply the towel.]

Thanks, by the way. So I'm guessing this kind of stuff happens often?

[Whoops. Might have just said too much there. At least the dragon guy wasn’t eying Hayner like he was a threat. Well, he was great with a struggle bat, but this guy had his own built in claws and stuff!]

No problem. [He’ll rub his nose before nodding towards the coral.] Yup. Apparently that thing is on a set schedule. It starts snatching people at the end of the month.

[Brooklyn follows the nod, and rubs the back of his neck.]

So when is it now?

[He'll count the months off his fingers, while ignoring the fact he could probably see it on the screen of his SFC.]

Hmm...Twenty-sixth of September I think. [Sounds right.] What season was it where you're from?

Winter.

[At least this situation was an improvement in one way.]

Any idea how long this has been going on?

Man, I've only been here for like half a year now. I think it's been going on for a little more than two years.

[He shrugged as he pulled out his own SFC to tap it.]

There are a few people who are pretty much gathering information and sharing it. You could find out more from them.

[Brooklyn blinks.]

Half a year? How long does this place keep people?

[Heck, he'd only been in New York for a little more than a year himself...]

[Scratching the back of his head.] I don't know actually. Some people vanished after a month and the longest I've seen was a couple of years. It's kind of like Russian roulette darts.

Place is more inconvenient by the minute.

[By now he is done drying off--except for the hair, that is going to take more effort. The towel is bunched in his hand.]

Is this, uh, yours?

[Wait until he's around for an invasion or canon swap. Or maybe they all will turn in to furries or get unfurried.]

It's probably there for new people. [A wave of his hand where he snagged it from.]

You can keep it if you want. Or leave it on a bench and someone will pick it up.

[He didn't question whatever cleaning crew that might exist.]
Oh! So every thing is free unless you're at the Carnival or the Nook.

[He's going to hang onto it for now.]

What makes those places any different?

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