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[Saxophone music filters in quietly, then as loud as if you were sitting front-row against a blues band. The song is typical jazz--full of humor and brass and out-there improvisation. Even so, it's got a sort of melancholy feel. It's cut short, however, as soon as a rather obnoxious ring starts. In the small practice room, Riku sighs heavily, and picks it up.]

Riku present-- [and then he jerks the phone away from his ear as a yell is heard. ffffffffuck. His British accent is thick as he speaks--no, yells back--]

Hell, I'm not sure whether to call you a moronic dimwit or a dimwitted moron!

[and he hangs up quickly, glaring at his phone and getting up. Sitting with his bags is a white labcoat, and he drapes it over his shoulders, heading towards the door--and as soon as he's outside...

... he stares, and rubs his forehead.]

What is the Canadian equivalent as 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto'?

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[Sorry the Vexen going past is completely ignoring you, Riku, he's been kind of. distracted lately because of a certain naga.]

[He has to take a doubletake to see Vexen, and quickly calls out to him.]

Professor Hayes!

[Well, that gets him stopping immediately, as normally one would just call for Vexen. He attempts to smooth his disgruntled expression as he turns, slightly surprised to see Riku there.]

Mr. Skymning.

[so he responded. ... is this a dream, or not? his hand falls to his side.]

Where is this?

A nexus commonly known as the dressing room. Expect to see variations of people you know.

[He's silent for a moment, thinking, before he turns away and starts down the hall again.]

Come along.

[Nexus? Variations? He's heard all about plane theory before, so this doesn't make him so weirded out as much as... just plain baffled. This can exist? He'll trust Hayes, though--he has no reason not to, and follows him, just like he always does.]

Yes, sir.

[He'd damn well better follow. Hopefully he won't be too distracted by any of the doubles walking by, as Vexen's walking pretty quickly. Eventually they'll reach a quieter hallway and one of the doors will abruptly slam open as he makes a gesture- as they go through it, Riku will probably notice the ice coating the doorknob.

The room inside is his lab, full of equipment both familiar and unfamiliar to someone from a nonmagical world, as well as quite a few other things. There's the heart in a jar on one of the shelves, glowing softly, as well as the scroll of paper up on the wall depicting a detailed illustration of a naga's insides. There's a free chair by the desk, which is also near an incredibly large nest of blankets.]

[He's distracted, but not too much so that he loses sight of Vexen. The door slam open and--he stops. ... what just happened? What just happened? he's frozen, staring at the doorknob, and then the door. obviously this is a dream. a nightmare, of his own creation, where Professor Hayes controls ice. He needs to stop being sucked into video game marathons with Sora, this is starting to affect his sleep cycle. he steps inside, looking and observing, just as he was always taught to do. an uneasy feeling settles in his stomach, evident on his face.]

[He's moving to a shelf in the far corner of the room, which seems permanently iced, acting in place of a freezer. He glances back at Riku as he gathers a few things from the freezer, not at all concerned by what the boy is feeling.]

You may take a seat, Mr. Skymning. I am unfortunately rather busy at the moment, but I will answer your questions while I work.

[he just... takes that seat, quiet, still observing. he'll be like that for a while, but then, that's not very noteworthy. he's as used to Vexen's coldness as Vexen should be to his silence.]

[He probably looks... more hurried than he usually does when working, though that's not to say he's being any less careful than normal. Whatever it is he's working with is clearly not something from their world- especially since the base of it all appears to be some sort of glowing green liquid in a clear bottle.]

[he notices that, and speaks up only when Vexen is pausing.]

What are you working with?

It is a healing liquid known as an elixir. I am attempting to figure out a way to create something that will promote faster cell regeneration. Elixirs and potions work similarly, though they leave behind scarring in bad cases and that is not what I wish for at the moment.

[One must wonder what exactly he needs something like that for when he looks perfectly fine.]

... you look... unharmed, Professor.

[he struggles to say it, squinting and tilting his head, as if a wound would just magically appear.]

You are correct, I am unharmed. This is for an... acquaintance of mine. He is not human; his species is often hunted for their hides, fangs, and claws as trophies, and he ran into some... trouble when he returned to his world.

[Massive frown get. He did make a faint gesture with his head toward that naga illustration on the wall, however.]

[He almost speaks--he's sure to look at the illustration before doing so--however cautiously.]

Returned to his world... so this isn't a dream?

No, Mr. Skymning, this is quite far from a dream.

[if Riku was just a bit dimmer, he might ask if it was a nightmare--logically, the opposite from a dream is a nightmare, after all. he's content to chew on his bottom lip, bangs hiding most of his eyes. after another moment--]

Sir? You've met this nonhuman before. I didn't know they ... [he turns and looks at the illustration on the wall before turning back towards him.] ... existed. Worlds--plane theory? Do more of them exist? And if so, how many-- [he stops himself, knowing that too many questions could just make Vexen want to shut him up.]

You would do well to ignore much of what you have learned previously, in regards to such things. As far as anyone here can tell, the number of worlds, dimensions, universes- is infinite.

Infinite?

[it comes as a shock to him--he probably should've thought as such, but wouldn't it be much easier to assign a number to everything? A moment passes, before he straightens.]

At least that man isn't around? He... isn't, is he?

[It would be much easier, wouldn't it? He scowls fiercely for a moment before shaking his head.]

Not as such. There are, of course, variations of many people here, coming and going at all times.

[he rests his elbow on the nearby desk, pushing his fingers through his bangs and closing his eyes. this is such a headache. No Ultima, no lab, no saxophone, no Nila. ... and no cherry-flavored vodka. (not that Hayes needs to know his apprentice indulges in underage drinking).]

Beautiful.

Quite.

[Sounds like whatever is in front of him is bubbling for a moment, before settling with a soft hiss.]

However, this place does, at least, prove entertaining on occasion. There are numerous rooms, some holding duplicates of worlds themselves, however small, as well as things you would be more acquainted with such as the game room and library.

[he moves his gaze to look at what he's experimenting on closely, but doesn't get up from his seat.]

... a library. [you know how to excite him, don't you.]

A very large one.

[That was totally not a smirk in his voice. Of course he knows how to get an academic excited.]

[jkfl;ds you just want him out of your long silky locks don't you]

H... how big is it?

Larger than any library I have been to.

[Does Riku have something to say about Vexen's long silky locks. :|]

It hosts books from a number of different worlds, and is constantly growing. If I recall correctly, one young man here was able to follow his monthly magazines because of that.

[not really. :| but ... Riku gets up.]

Where is it?

A moment.

[He's pausing in experiments to write down a small list of instructions!]

[he goes over, glancing at the experiment closest with interest. what is this. he resists the urge to poke poke.]

Do not touch anything yellow on that table unless you wish to lose your hand.

[That wasn't a threat, that's just dangerous experiment.]

Yes, sir.

[his hand lowers to his side.]

Good. It would not do for you to lose your hand to corrosive material.

[Have a piece of paper, Riku. There are instructions right there on it.]

[he reads through the instructions once before giving him a nod.]

Should I come back here?

If you wish. Depending on when you return, I may be attending to the acquaintance I am creating all this for.

[he's very picky, so he knows it'll take some time to get a few good books; he'll be busy by then.]

I'll stay there for a while. I should be able to find my way.

Very well. It would be best to find a place to reside until you are sent back home. If you ever are.

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