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[Sean wakes up somewhere unfamiliar, but he's tired. He rolls over onto his phone which happens to turn on the audio function.
He groans.]
I'm so fucking tired.
[He pauses when he doesn't hear a response, actually, he's expecting to be poked by smaller fingers, or perhaps splashed with water, or even licked by a puppy. None of that happens. It's enough to bother him and he sits up, looking around.]
...Where am I?
[He hits the ground and looks back to find his bag, that looks like the one at home and a phone of sorts and he frowns, grabbing them. He got rid of his, there shouldn't be a phone here.]
Daniel! DANIEL!
[He screams his name and looks around, seeing no sign of his little brother, he starts walking.]
If you're playing with me, it isn't funny!
He groans.]
I'm so fucking tired.
[He pauses when he doesn't hear a response, actually, he's expecting to be poked by smaller fingers, or perhaps splashed with water, or even licked by a puppy. None of that happens. It's enough to bother him and he sits up, looking around.]
...Where am I?
[He hits the ground and looks back to find his bag, that looks like the one at home and a phone of sorts and he frowns, grabbing them. He got rid of his, there shouldn't be a phone here.]
Daniel! DANIEL!
[He screams his name and looks around, seeing no sign of his little brother, he starts walking.]
If you're playing with me, it isn't funny!
Audio
John!
[What do you mean this isn't a game of shouting random male names down the line?
Unfortunately when you encounter a Cheshire Cat, it's always funny.]
Audio
[He's distracted for a moment, looking for the source of the voice, and it's this phone he's picked up somehow. He frowns a little bit.]
What's going on? What do you want?
no subject
[If so, he's a tad late for Christmas. Or perhaps super super early for next Christmas.]
Why a set of wellington boots would be most frabjous.
no subject
[He lets out an exasperated sigh.]
Where is my brother?
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[He still thinks you're Santa.]
Where did you last see him? [Classic place to start, right?]
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He was supposed to be in bed, only I'm somewhere weird and I don't see him. He wouldn't run off that far.
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[Casually missing the entire point of Sean being in some unknown place...]
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[His tone is kind of flat, unamused.]
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[
You can't just tell people they're the problem.]Well. If I were looking for a bed...I'd try looking down a rabbit hole.
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[Audio]
[Or at least, he sounded so. Where were his parents and the looming threat of soap-in-mouth?]
To answer your question: Genessia, a world only tenuously similar to your own. Not heard of any Daniel's, I'm afraid, but I or, doubtless, others would be happy to help should you need any.
[Audio]
[He mumbles something, a curse actually, but he doesn't want this mysterious voice to hear.]
How did I get here, why am I here? And I have to get back to where I was, I can't leave my little brother alone unattended.
Re: [Audio]
The "how"'s a mystery. The "why" is more definite, albeit abstract: to find the meaning of life.
[He smiled and couldn't help anticipating the response.]
Or something along those lines. Would I were joking. I've only theories on how to return. Speaking of theories, rumor has it that you aren't actually experiencing any absence whatever. You're both here and there at once, or so nicely divided by time and space that one iteration doesn't interfere with the other.
[May that make sense.]
[Audio]
That had better be true because he's nine and can't be left unsupervised.
[There's a bit of a slapping sound as he dusts off his jeans and he holsters his bag.]
I need to get back, I can't just leave him and Mushroom out there.
Re: [Audio]
Aheh, here's hoping, eh?
[There's not much beyond a few logical leaps and bounds to support that theory, but it's better than vain anxiety, he's found.]
You certainly wouldn't be the first to desire regress. As I've said, you really haven't left them at all. Just, ah, splintered off to do this in addition to that.
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That's a real problem. What am I supposed to do exactly?
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....School?
[Well before before he was in school. Normalcy. That was nice.]
Re: [Audio]
Form of an answer, tone of a question. Care to elaborate?
Re: [Audio]
That's what I was doing before things..changed.
[He sighs a little. He isn't sure if he can trust this stranger to say the least, although the last time he did it worked out better than the first.]
I could use a little something, ugh. [He's kind of stressed out.]
Re: [Audio]
That being? Come on, let's not speak too phatically.
[Ted, much as he loves the past, believes the present more deserving of attention, and would invoke the former largely for the latter's aid.]
Re: [Audio]
You know...something to turn my brain off.
[He's not terribly concerned about discussing his recreational drug use however.]
Doesn't matter, I guess. And maybe some adult conversation.
Re: [Audio]
Eheh, two things I think you're not likely to have together. By "adult" do you mean sophisticated, with refinement of intellect and nobility of sentiment?
If so I admire your charity towards adults. As it happens, I'm of that age, and might provide. Alas, I also know adults with a lobotomite's spirit.
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I mean, talking to someone who's not eight years old. Or a dog.
[So not necessarily an adult, so much as old enough to let him get away with swearing without being a bad example. There's the sound of him dusting off his pants as he walks towards the town, but he's worried about that and trying not to be.]
So...I mean, how much news do you get around here from the Seattle area?
[Or probably national news at this point.]
Re: [Audio]
[He thought he'd said with a dog, in which case he'd be jealous.]
Well, no shortage of that here. Most are adults, at least by form. Alas, there's no Seattle's here, though the news comes for free, so long as your reflexes are keen enough to receive it without harm.
[He'd be a target of the paperboy's capricious wrath, soon enough.]
Re: [Audio]
[That's the thing about being on permanent babysitting duty.]
Okay...
[So maybe news from his world isn't filtering here, which would be ideal, for whatever one makes of that.]
Who are you, exactly?
Re: [Audio]
[Ted doesn't talk to a lot of children, but he's confident they could be broader if one tried.]
"Ted" will do for an address. Yourself?
Re: [Audio]
[He sighs. But, indeed.]
Uh, well. [That's a fair question. It'd be good to know if Ted reacted to his name.]
Sean Diaz.
Re: [Audio]
Well, pleasure to make your acquaintance Sean. Let me know if I can help you get settled.
Re: [Audio]
Uh, yeah, thanks I guess? I don't know, I'm not sure what I am supposed to be doing.
[What he'd like is a nice hot shower. Maybe that would be possible.]
Re: [Audio]
That depends. How old are you?
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[Sixteen and a half to be precise, if that's of any help him him at all, but probably not.]
I wish I had my coat. Ugh.
[It's way colder than it was in October.]
Re: [Audio]
[Sean's first quest: get a job! Riveting stuff.]
But first thing's first. Mind the possessions you've been given. You ought to have a room key and money to spare. The latter will help you buy things and the former will provide a place to put them. After that, fruitful labor's the next step. Here's something for the first.
[A few seconds later, Ted pings the nearest clothing store for just such a coat. Normally he'd be happy to simply hand one out, but Sean seems the independent, scrappy type who'd be happier doing things himself.]
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[At least, he thinks so, and if he's not spending all of his time hiding, and looking after his brother, he has time to support himself.]
Don't worry, I don't need a bunch of stuff, I just need a coat because you know, it's winter.
[He appreciates the location.]
Thanks, Ted.