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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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[. . . 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.

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