[ you do know what you are drinking is meant for eye surgery? ]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ First a sudden room change, and now his clothes have switched.

The dead dog on the far end was funny, though, although Xaldin had the strangest urge to blame the man that attempted to make a silencer on his own, wherever he is. The hat was on his head, slightly angled south east, and the cane pinned against his right arm. Funny how the head seems to have a circular cut to where his thumb is.

Now, where did that revolver in his right hand come from. ]

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[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Don't ask him. He's just trying to figure out where the new clothes have come from. Not that he's complaining really, since they're more than comfortable. Just... not what he was wearing a moment ago.

His usual eyepatch has, interestingly, been swapped out for a rather nice set of shades.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

I see you've already made yourself comfortable.

[ He puts the cane down, as if using it. Foot tapped the floor, head tilted to the side. Hn. ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Leeeeeans back in his chair, paying no attention to that dead dog nearby.]

Of course. Why shouldn't I have?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

No room for surprise?

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Peers at him over those shades.]

The place does funny stuff sometimes.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

I can hardly see anything.

[ Moves to open the curtains ever so suddenly. ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Funny. I can see just fine.

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[he sees nothing wrong with the way you're dressed, though he is eying that gun. and the dog.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

-- Yes?

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[he looks perfectly innocent. his own clothing matches yours somewhat, only it looks richer with a scent of dustiness. he can also tell that the dog isn't exactly dead.]

What have you done to that dog?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Nothing at all. It was like that when I arrived.

[ Somehow impulsively checks for a pulse -- ] It's asleep.

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

One tends to wonder when walking in on a man holding a gun.

[put it away please, bullets hurt 8<]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

When I arrived, it appeared in my hand.

[ He puts it in a holster within his jacket -- how did that get there. ] You should know the strangeness of this world, unless... you're new.

[quitetricky.livejournal.com]

[ Well, this was different, and definitely strange -- Aqua doesn't remember wearing that magenta satin dress (http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/8700000/Irene-Adler-sherlock-holmes-2009-film-8715153-1600-2366.jpg) before. She wasn't even in... wait. ]

This must be a dream. [ She asked herself. What a strange looking room. ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Fffffffft what is this irrational urge to pretend I can't see you?]

[quitetricky.livejournal.com]

[ Because a keyblade to the face is not funny -- wait a second. ]

You! [ And by you, she means that guy with the red muffler... why did he look a bit older this time. And maybe -- nah, can't be. She instinctively tried calling out her keyblade, but to no avail. ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Me!

[Shit, was I pretending I couldn't see you?]

[quitetricky.livejournal.com]

[ It's been twelve years since she's seen that face. She had to ask, though, as something was off -- ]

What happened to you?

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

I got in a fight.

[Or possibly several.]

[onyxacappella.livejournal.com]

[Why am I suddenly in strange clothes? Walking over to Xaldin with a no-nonsense expression on her face.]

Explain.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

A spell that was cast upon the world. They tend to happen every now and then.

[ After all, it looked like she wasn't the only one in strange clothes, correct? ]

[onyxacappella.livejournal.com]

[On second look, no she isn't.]

How often?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

If I'm correct, monthly.

[ No, she isn't supposed to be cute, mind. ]

[onyxacappella.livejournal.com]

Something to look forward to, then.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

This place would be much more of a bore, had there been none.