paradisa | 1st Call Out ~ [Action/Accidental Dictation]

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1st Call Out ~ [Action/Accidental Dictation]

[Category A Call. Unresponsive four year-old. That is why Stuart is running. He was expecting to run into the bungalow of an old man, but, instead, runs into the lobby of Cair Paradisa.

And he stops...

...And stares.]

I always knew Pensioners got loads of money, the theiving bastards.

[And then he notices the journal, open, at his feet, reaching down and picking it up, not looking at it yet, but turning around behind him]

Hey! Ash! Get your arse in here, we've got a kid to save.

[Silence...]

Ash? [There's the sound of the lobby door opening. And more silence.]

Okay, what the fuck?

((OOC: Open in person or over the journals.))

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[She nearly runs into him as she entered the lobby. Taking a step back, Alayne steadies herself.]

Are you alright, ser?

[Aaand whirling around.]

There's no ambulance outside.

[Obviously.]

No, there isn't, but then I do not know what that is. Are you new? [She stands tall.]

What d'you mean you don't know what one is?

[Looking outside, and back into the lobby.]

Where the fuck am I?

[It's quite simple to put two and two together and come up in another dimension...]

They do not have such things in Westeros where I am from.

[A slow nod. He is new.]

You, like all of us here, find yourself in Paradisa. The Castle takes us all from our homes and brings us here.

[Excuse him while he processes all of this.]

You mean to say I've been abducted and sent to another dimension? That's total bollocks. This isn't Galaxy Walk.

[Like Star Trek, but due to magic castle stuff namechanged.]

[She literally has no idea what he said.]

It is the truth. You may ask any here.

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Oh my, it seems new people arrive here almost every day.

[And Stuart looks down at the book in his hand, flipping it open.]

Did this thing just speak? [Mostly to himself, but...]

Luckily the journals aren't sentient. I'm another resident of the castle, as it were.

Okay, mate, you're going to have to start explaining yourself.

Explaining myself? My, that's rather brusque. I'm not the one that brought you here, after all.

That you may not, but you're still a voice coming from a fucking book, and I'd like to know if I can still make it to that four year-old who's in trouble or not.

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[Unfortunately for Phoebe she'd been about to open the doors to return back to the castle when they were abruptly opened. She yelps in surprise, staring at the man standing in front of her.]

Who needs coffee when you've got regular morning heart attacks? Hi.

[And Stuart takes a step back...

...Before entering smart-arse mode.]

You know it's statistically improbable to have a heart-attack from a scare unless you have a history of cardiac issues, right?

[Now that's out of the way...]

You wouldn't have seen a big fuck-off ambulance parked right there, would you? [He points to the front of the castle]

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[She raises an eyebrow, regarding him]

You know that that's just a turn of phrase, right?

[She sighs. She'd be snarkier but it's pretty obvious he's new here.]

And no, there's no ambulance here. I'm sorry but it's not the ambulance that's moved but you.

[Just one second, processing this.]

Or my colleage slipped a strong hallucinogenic into my coffee before we left.

Mmm yeah I'm sorry. That's not what happened. This is Paradisa. We've all been taken here from different times and worlds. No hallucinogenics, no hypnotism or alcohol or anything like that. It's magic.

Yeah, that's starting to look more likely. You'll forgive me if I don't use the term magic yet, I don't want my brain to disown me until I've convinced myself this is all real.

[and at the prospect of Children In Danger, Megamind comes BARRELING down the stairs]

Where's the child? Where?! Let me help!

[wievnrehjdbcsdishre WHAT IS THAT ITS SO BLUE.

Stuart's just going to back off a bit, staring at Megamind.]

Okay, bad trip. Baaaad trip. This is the last time I let Ash get the coffee in...

Complaints about your travel accommodations can wait! I thought you said there was a child in trouble!

[... Okay, what?]

I'd say cool down, but you look cold enough for the both of us. According to the magic talk-y book and a couple of other weirdos wandering around, there is no child in trouble. Not until I get back home, or something.

Oh - hahaha, that. I'm actually average temperature, see? [sorry if you have personal space issues, Stuart, he's grabbing your hand and putting it to his cheek. TOASTY]

But you're new, so it's okay. I understand. And the child should be okay until you get back - I was worried about pretty much the same thing.

[He totally has space issues. Pulling hand back now, please.]

Right. Well. At least there's that.

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