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[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[there is a new arrival looking around the residential area in confusion, a guitar case in his hand. it's a Demyx, or at least appears to be one. he's dressed in worn autumn-appropriate clothing and scratching his neck with his free hand. last time he looked up he'd been heading home. this is definitely not New York, however. it's far too decorated! not to mention lacking in the skyscraper department.]


(ooc: restarting a rather old character. quick info in profile/journal!)

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[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[oh good, a person! a reasonable looking person at that. he'll jog over to her, slapping on a somewhat sheepish grin.]

Heyyyy there! Sorry to bug you, but uh... don't suppose you know where I am? Pretty sure this isn't where I'd been heading.

asjfkd-sorry this is so late. Been busy ;;

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Smiles.]

Prooobably not...In fact, you probably wont believe me about this place anyway.

[Oh well.]

It's sort of a crossroads of worlds that just pulls people in from different worlds and times and such.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Riiiight.

[he does actually believe her, sort of. well, he believes it could be true, considering he doesn't recognize this place and it's definitely not New York, but there's that whole not trusting strangers thing, too.]

And the way out?

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Her little smile fades a little at that. She doesn't like delivering bad news.]

Well, actually, there isn't one..The people who are brought here are trapped until the place sends them back.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

What.

[he's torn on how to feel about that. on the one hand, trapped in a place that isn't home! on the other, he doesn't have to worry about work.]