1st) Action / Open / Library

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

[There's really only one thing to do when you've been interdimensionally kidnapped and find yourself in a strange new world full of strange new people, strange new abilities and strange new... other things.

No, you don't run in circles and flail your arms around. That would be silly. Fun, but silly. You go to the library. No, you don't flail there, either.

This is why you might spot an annoyed, somewhat frazzled-looking (but still HANDSOME) blond guy in the library, browsing the shelves for basic info on this Strange New World, capitals intended.

Be careful. His assholery is currently set to MAX.]

What the- Why is there a cookery book in the geography section?

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[tortileghostwriter]

Excellent. It's a library, not a madhouse. [Yeah, you thought that was creepy? His voice just turned even more hollow on that "house".]

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

You're actually doing that on purpose, aren't you.

[tortileghostwriter]

I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

[He does and he isn't, but it could be kind of fun to jerk the guy around..]

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

The voice. You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. No-one can go around not knowing they're doing something like that.

[tortileghostwriter]

I really can't say that I know what you mean. This is my normal voice.

[And it is.]

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

I meant the part at the end. When you said 'madhouse'. You're deliberately--

Why am I even bothering?

[tortileghostwriter]

...oh. That. That's involuntary, actually. Surprising as it is. Well, obviously, saying the word house wasn't, but the sound carried along with it was.

[It did it again. Yep, just reading his book.]

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

[tortileghostwriter]

[David's a dick too. It all works out.]

When the entire thing is due to the influence of a gnawer on the roots of creation and something that should not be, it's less a speech impediment and more a simple fact.

[Yeah, that turn his voice took on house? Even worse there.]

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Probably a good idea.]

See previous statement.

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

... Well, as long as it doesn't lead you to killing me, I really don't care. There's enough around here to deal with.

Sorry, who are you?

[tortileghostwriter]

David Lalonde. The one, the only, and quite obviously, the best.

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

That's already implied.

[tortileghostwriter]

It simply bears reiteration.

And yourself?

[Next page.]

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

Barnaby Brooks.

[tortileghostwriter]

A pleasure.

["Alternate universe half-iteration of both myself and my sister" seems a bit unwieldy and explaining jack shit given the situation, so he opts instead for something equally true.]

So you've made her acquaintance. Charming girl. A bit mad, but I'm mad, you're mad, we're all mad here. So no need to worry about going among mad people. You can't help that, as Cheshire said.

She's my twin sister.

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Probably good for his sake.]

True enough.

[That's not his fault. Someone put a monstrosity from beyond time and space in his way.]

Oh, but of course. She and I mirror each other rather well.

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

[tortileghostwriter]

The same game, yes. However, the two of us play in different iterations.

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

... How long does this place take to get used to?

[tortileghostwriter]

I haven't been here long at all. A few days. I'm afraid that I won't be much help in plumbing the mysteries of the Garden.

[Yep just turning the page.]

[itsnotbunny.livejournal.com]

Fantastic.

[tortileghostwriter]

The same to you.