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What--

[ Philip looks around, running his gloved hands along the wall. Where is the destruction? The decay? The ice? ]

No. No, this is not...

This can't be...

[ The door he came through is not the door he came through. And the frozen landscape behind that door? Is suddenly a warm corridor with a nice, carpeted floor.]

Where am I?

{ We're not in Kansas anymore, that's for sure. Not that you've ever been, far as I can tell. Heh, not that you're missin' out on much... }

What did you do?!

{ Calm down, monkey. For once in my life I'm just as clueless as you are and I've been around for a while, so that's sayin' somethin'. }

Turn it back!!

{ Now listen here: You can either go on yapping and blame it all on Clarence till you're blue in the face, or you can get a grip and have a look around. }

Turn it back...

{ Oh, and one more thing: How about you get rid of those gloves? We're obviously not below zero anymore and I'm sure you'd hate to have your monkey palms all sweaty when you shake hands with whoever brought you here. }

Oh God...

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[ Pause.

This is insane. In all likelyhood literally.

Paaause.

Flatly: ] Look, you're not wherever you were, and whatever you're worried about isn't what brought you here.

[ Only Alex gets to blame stuff from his world for his arrival at the mansion! Obviously. ]

Then wh-- [ He pauses. Who. He really, really wants to say 'who'. ] Then what did? [ But of course he can't. ]

I don't know, [ he admits.

To be honest, all that's keeping Alex from beating a hasty retreat is the fact that this guy is obviously new, and therefore kind of as in need of assistance as he'll ever be.

At least, if he's totally nutters, this might be easier to take? ]

People get brought here and stuck here, basically. Just try not to think about it.

Stuck? What... what do you mean, stuck? How--

How do I get back?! How do I notthink about it?

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[ Oh hell, he should've cushioned that a bit. Alex is getting over his initial angry reaction, and well, no-one needs to be introduced to Wonderland like that. He guiltily relents. ]

...Sorry.

It's... the place or someone teleports people here and then keeps them from leaving. There's an uncrossable forest and stuff.

There's food and beds and stuff.

...And sometimes people get teleported out again.

Food and...

[ That really shouldn't be his first reaction. In fact, it shouldn't be on his list of reactions at all, but he isn't freezing and he didn't think he'd talk to a sane [snerrrrk] person ever again, he didn't think he--

He likes this place, at least what little he knows of it so far, compared to the Shelter this is heaven, but Clarence is with him and Amabel is not and that simply won't do. ]

I have to--

[ Clarence didn't interrupt them so far. He doesn't know much more than Philip does and answers are appreciated, but boring monkey talk is not on the list of things he's currently interested in.

Philip hears the chirping before he sees the animal. Eight thin legs, scurrying towards Alex at high speed and he doesn't hear? he doesn't see and-- ]

Watch out!

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[ He really wants to ask where this guy's from, because what with the hiding and the isolated Shelter and the reactions to Alex and food it's coming off as frankly post-apocalyptic.

But he doesn't get a chance, because HOLY SHIT IS THERE SOMETHING BEHIND HIM? Alex's eyes widen, he spins round and at the same time takes a step back, light on his feet as he's already preparing to run --

-- there's nothing there. He even stares about to make sure. Nothing.

Catching his breath, he glares at Phil. ]

What. The fuck.

[ The spider leaps at Alex, just as he turns. It flies and hits him and-- shatters into pieces, pieces that are glass or confetti or pixel or anything that isn't reality.

In his head a familiar voice laughs. In his head a familiar voice mocks him, wondering how many times he is going to fall for the same trick.

Outside his mouth is agape and when Alex turns around, all he can do is stare. ]

I- I'm s--
I'm sorry, I--
I just...

[ He trails off, struggling with the moment before, struggling with the explanation he's supposed to give now. Finally the words come, but they are forced and whatever inflection he's supposed to apply to make it sound even remotely credible is not working. ]

I'm sorry. I saw-- I thought I saw something. Guess I didn't.

[ Alex's expression goes from angry - to, briefly, frightened - then to nothing at all. You, sir, are mad. Mental. Nutters. Batshit. Crazy. Off the deep end and undeniably insane.

And Alex does not want to deal with that. ]

Look -

[ He's already taking another step back, turning on his heel, his arms wrapped around the books as though shielding himself. ]

Go see a doctor.

[ There's some hesitation about turning his back on Philip, but then he's walking briskly away, head down. ]

Wait...

[ Seriously? Come on, try again. ]

Wait!

[ Better. ]

I'm not--

[ He follows Alex for a few steps before stopping, as if his battery just ran out. ]

I'm not insane.

[ You know what would probably help? Sounding as if you actually believe yourself. ]

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An accidental video on the fifth floor [1/??? artefacts collected]

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