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[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[Renton's passed the Front Gate and walked into the Lobby, letter and catalog still in his hand. He looks down and around, scratching his head. Everything is so dream like. The colors, the architecture, even the weather, in a way. Needless to say he's still confused and completely out of place.

A frown and scrunched up nose follow another attempt to make sense of things -- they have been crazy ever since Eureka crashed into his grandfather's shop, no doubt, but this...

He drops his head, exhales, then throws his hands out dramatically:]

This is insane!!

(ooc: late intro is late! Between Christmas preparations and celebrating, I thought it'd be better to postpone so I can dedicate my full attention to threads. SORRY. Bother Renton at will.)

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[fierybluebird]

Yeah, it can be.

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[--!]

Who are you?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Damian was trying to finish reading this book, but the moment Renton screams...]

Join the club.

[fierybluebird]

Marco. Nice to meet you kid.

Are you new here or just having a rough day?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

Marco...? [he's slightly less loud, now, looking at the stranger from head to toe.]

I'm--[he curls his fingers around the letter.] I'm new here. I guess.

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

Club? [he turns his head in Damian's direction, frustrated.] I don't want to join any club! I didn't even ask to be here!

[fierybluebird]

Need a little help getting around?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I can't make any sense of this crazy place.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Zift¹! None of us did! [slams his book shut and hugs it tightly against his chest. Jeez, this one's more violent than the others.]

And you're not helping your case by screaming. Today's your first day here?

[ ¹ Zift: future slang meaning "idiot" in Arabic. Traditionally used as a crude insult. ]

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[Jeez. Is it that obvious?

... Why is he even wondering.]

Well--yeah! What am I even supposed to do around here?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Why does this feel like a bad case of deja vu?] Don't bother plotting your escape. I've already tried - it's impossible - and we're kinda at a military school.

[fierybluebird]

Well, that's not likely to happen so don't try.

[queenmercedes.livejournal.com]

[During his outburst, Mercedes had happened to be approaching from behind his line of vision, on her way between Point A and Point B. The raised voice from Renton got her attention. So, she stopped a couple feet behind him.]

Who are you talking to?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[Freeze.

Eyes widen.]

Military school?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

Huh--? [head turns! Oh look, a girl.]

... No one.

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

What's that supposed to mean?

[queenmercedes.livejournal.com]

[And not just any girl, but a fairy one too! When she spoke, her nose scrunched up a little in distaste.]

Why would you waste your time like that?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[yep, this is definitely a dream.]

Waste my time? [he stares, and then he hides his face in his hand. Then he begins to mutter to himself.]

... I'm just gonna wait until I wake up.

[queenmercedes.livejournal.com]

[There was a pause, but only because Mercedes wondered to herself if she wasn't hearing him right. She thought that she was doing rather well with speaking the language they use here... but...]

Did you just say that you are waiting to wake up?

[fierybluebird]

You can't make something that's completely foreign to your own world completely match up, eh.

I'm just glad there's atmosphere, gravity, physics and mathematics seem to be mostly the same.

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

Well -- yeah! How would I be alive otherwise? [crosses arms. There's a little twitch in his eyebrow, and he groans.]

They're never gonna find me here...

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

Yeah. So?

[queenmercedes.livejournal.com]

Why?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[stating obviously!] Because I'm dreaming?

[queenmercedes.livejournal.com]

Can you really not tell that you are not dreaming?