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[bigshoestofill]

[It's quiet for a moment, mostly as Declan is acclimating to things. What is going on here?]

Magnus?

[It's confused sounding that word and he's doing a sweep of the room, picking up the journal as he sees it. Who knows what it'll do?]

Come on Magnus this isn't funny!

[It's not thank you very much if you are messing up his mind to somehow distract him...or something. After the last couple of years he's willing to think she'll do anything. And as he talks he's flipping through the journal, curious. Watson had always told him to research things first after all.

Even if he is holed up in the kitchen, having gone in there after arriving in the lobby. At least he could defend himself from his corner of the room with the stunner in hand.]

And if this isn't some sort of joke, then just where am I?

((OOC: Open in person and through the journal yup :D))

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[longaevus]

[ Even if Helen had been ignoring her journal (which she was, though she'd left it open just in case anything important came up) this she wouldn't have been able to ignore. Her name? A definite calling point, especially with that recognisable voice ]

It isn't a joke. [ Ask and you shall receive? And honestly, Declan, thinking that she'd do this? ]

Where are you? [ Because she doesn't want to do this over the journal ]

[bigshoestofill]

[Well he was glad she was willing to do something. Even if it was, well not what he was expecting. In an unfamiliar kitchen.

At least she wasn't to blame for this. Hopefully.]

In a kitchen, though I was in a lobby before here. Just where am I, Magnus?

[longaevus]

[ Certainly not to blame, thank you very much ]

Paradisa. [ She's now grabbing her shoes and journal to go and meet him ] I'll be there in a moment, and I can explain it. [ As much as she could - it wasn't a pleasant explanation ]

[bigshoestofill]

[Well then that's good.]

Where's that? [But then he's just shifting to better look around the kitchen.] But alright then, if you're sure. [Because he will totally come and look for you if you don't want to come down.]

[bonniewitch]

[Bonnie walks into the kitchen and doesn't notice anyone at first, heading towards the refrigerator to get some juice. She opens the door and reaches in to grab a carton of orange juice, closing it afterwards.

Then she spots a man in the corner and he doesn't look too happy. Bonnie settles for being friendly.]

Hey, are you okay there?

[bigshoestofill]

[He's just sitting there, staring. The journal talks and he's not sure what to make of it (no really he may have read it somewhat but still weird). So when he hears her?

He's pulling that odd looking gun up off of his lap out of habit, ready to bring it to fire.

But he's at least trying to look nice while he does.]

Just fine, even after finding myself in an unknown place. [Deadpan.]

[bonniewitch]

Woah, hey! I'm not here to hurt you. [Bonnie holds her hands up. If he did try anything he'd get some magic headed his way. Not dangerous, just enough to stun him.]

You're in Paradisa and you were brought here by a sentient castle. I swear it's the truth.

[unnaturalpause]

[You know, you're lucky he's paying attention to the journal. He really only had it open right now as a casual Make Sure No One Is Dead Or Dying Or Being Maimed check, when he heard that voice.

How do you tell your successor you're alive here when you're dead back home?]

Declan, it's not a joke. [He has something like surprise in his voice, tinged with something like exhaustion.] But are you safe?

[bigshoestofill]

[You don't really. You just roll with it and hope, really. Which is why, while this is a surprise (like everything related to the Five), he is just going to roll with it.

Plus talking book wtf man.

But he's cautious as he answers this. Whose to say it's not a trick.]

As safe as I can be here. [He frowns some as he talks, still not used to the journal, is it even working?] Wherever this is of course.

[unnaturalpause]

[Whose to say you're not the trick Declan? Which is why he's cautious, he doesn't like this. But the hope that Declan is here? Well it's more than enough really for him.]

It's, not home, Declan. [Which should be obvious as he's not dead.] If you could, tell me where you are, I can see about meeting you perhaps or, even having you meet me?

[confidente]

[ John doesn't go to the kitchen for much. The clinic generally has what he needs if he wants something to drink, though not so much when it comes to food. And being the sort who doesn't wish for everything under the sun, naturally he has to make his way out to the kitchen.

It's not often he finds a confused and clearly armed new arrival in the corner of the room looking about ready to shoot someone if given the chance.

He frowns, standing in the doorway. Probably not a good idea to get any closer. He knows how is to be on edge. And he has no idea what kind of damage that gun could do to him. ]

You okay?

[bigshoestofill]

[Can't blame him really, why go somewhere all the time when you didn't have too?

Didn't stop Declan though from aiming the stunner at John, frowning, journal sprawled (open) on the floor.]

I'm fine. [Pause as he looks him over.] Just, a little, confused. What're you doing here?

[confidente]

[ John puts his hands up automatically, body tensing, ready to jump out of the way should the other man fire. ]

It's a kitchen, I was going to get myself something to eat. [ A beat. ] Look, there's no need for that. I'm unarmed and not looking to pick a fight.

dictated;

[kalinda]

Personally, I've come to terms that this is one big, elaborate joke.

dictated;

[bigshoestofill]

[Give him a minute as that's not a voice he knows. And as he nudges the journal some (making sure it's not actually alive and playing tricks on him) he answers back.]

Oh? Now why's that?

dictated;

[kalinda]

Everything's just... [There's a half pause, half sigh that goes here, if only to fill a second of her trying to find the right adjective.] impossible here, figuratively and literally speaking.

Dictated forever

[mal_addict]

[Congratulations, Declan, you are now Mildly Intersting]

As in Helen?

Right back at you!

[bigshoestofill]

[Is that a good thing? No, really, is it? He's not sure...]

Doctor Helen Magnus, to be more precise. [Blame James for the formality.] Why?

[mal_addict]

...

Like I said. Helen. She's a resident here.

[arealwoman]

Would 'crazy palace' be an acceptable answer? [ Doubtful. And it's not a palace but it sounded better than castle ]

[bigshoestofill]

If you are trying to tell me this place is more like a hotel than a medieval structure than yeah. [It does, really it does.]

[arealwoman]

It's a mix.

[withmymind]

Not a joke. No answer wanted.

[bigshoestofill]

No? Why's that?

[withmymind]

It's cruel. People hear it but they don't hear. Not truly. Too many whispers, not enough truth.