Who: Jade Harley and/or you!
Where: The Bay
When: April 19th
What: Jade Harley's makin' her way downtown. Or you know. Her way out.

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Jade whined grumpily as she opened her eyes. Yikes, how long had she been out? She probably fell asleep at her desk again or something.
But this definitely was not her room. And this was far too comfortable to be her desk chair. She shifted herself into a sitting up position, feeling a weight drop to her legs. A box...
This whole thing was troubling. Where on earth as she?
If even earth. If Sburb taught her anything...
She tucked it under her arm and held her skirt up as she stepped into the water and out the entry way of what she assumed to be a cave.
Well, wherever the hell she was now, it was for the best to make due, right?

She decided to sit down on a bench and open up the box. A necklace, some phone looking device, a piece of paper, a fat manilla file. Apparently, wherever she was, it was Genessia, and she was being welcomed to it.
There was so much information, she found herself overwhelmed. She had no idea where to even begin. Something about the phone being her communication, something else about her getting a job and buying a home and something about the necklace being used for transportation. God, could she go back to sleep and wake up at home on her island? Was this another crazy dream? Was this Sburb all over again? All Jade could manage now was squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to take the overload of information in.

Who: Jefferson and YOU!
Where: Genessia City, near the Bay
When: April 19th
What: The Hatter is here, and he's kind of mad about it.

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He couldn't stop thinking about it.

Those first moments, seconds, minutes, that he had awoken in this place; they played in his head over and over, making less sense each time. It was as if his brain was stuck in a hopeless pattern like a broken record, reliving it all again and again as if somehow the 100th attempt at recollection would somehow bring meaning to the madness. But nothing did. How he had gotten here, why he had woken up in that strange contraption, what purpose the necklace served, what purpose this entire place served... he just didn't know. None of it registered as reality.

The only solid concept he could grasp was that he already hated Genessia.

Jefferson had so foolishly thought that he would finally get to live his life happily. To have his happy ending with his daughter who he had so long fought to have at his side again, but no. Of course a man like him could have no such ending. Not forever. Only long enough to trick him into thinking it would be.

He sat on the sidewalk outside the Bay for a very long time with his mind in that perpetual state of circular chaos, and he didn't care to pay much mind to what was going on around him. Occasionally he would lift his head and hope that he would see his little girl there, only to curse himself for daring to wish she was ripped from her home again just to be with him.

To anyone passing by, he likely looked a mess. He didn't have a clue as to how he would react to strangers at this point. In fact, there was only one damn thing he did know: again, he was trapped in a realm where he didn't belong, and it made him insane.