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[have a Riku dressed in a tan suit, looking confused]

... Where am I?

[ooc: because I lack self-control, here's a Light Yagami!Riku. Yeah. Info's in his profile, but if anyone wants to play anyone from his universe, go for it? :D]

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(and here's a teenager, obviously American who happens to be in the same room)

The dressing room, or rather, a crossroad of worlds. There are other versions of you here, from other universes.

[looks around long enough to ascertain she's telling the truth]

...Great. [sighs] I don't suppose there's a way out?

Nope. None that I know of.

((Okay, since she's from the real world, Death Note exists. Plus, she's basically the nobody of me from a self-insert rp, and I've already finished Death Note, so... XD this should be interesting)

(she overhears his full name)

Weird. He has the same name as Light from Death...Note...

(and it clicks)

Oh. Wow.

How do you know about the--

... Hell.

(she crosses her arms, giving him a knowing grin. oh, she knows more than that.)

[ffff glaring, reaches in his back pocket for--

uh-oh. he'd left his death note at home...]

Let me guess, left the Death Note at home?

(her other absolutely DESPISED Light. she was glad when he died at the end of the series, felt that it served him right)

[facepalm]

Yes.

Too bad. I guess you won't be able to be the 'god' of this place, then.

(/sarcasm, down to the air quotes. )

[unhappy face.]

How much do you know.

'Anyone who's name is written in the Death Note shall die of a heart attack in thirty seconds.' That can be changed, though. The limit of time is-

(she proceeds to rattle off the rules of the Death Note she can remember, it's been a while since she last read it, so she doesn't remember all of it.)

[this is not his day, it really isn't.]

... Okay, so you know... enough.

How?

(not at all. if she had a heart, she would find that fact wonderful)

Okay, the world I came from is different than most. In mine, 'Death Note' is a book series, and it's basically your life. Well, just when all the stuff with Kira starts, anyways. The main characters different, though, his name's Light, not Riku.
I read the entire series.

[oh, this girl is so lucky he doesn't have his Death Note.]

... A book series. Okay, that's weird.

(she knows that. hey, even if that happened, she can't help but to wonder if it would even work, and if it did, what her name would be. she shrugs)

It gets weirder. As it turned out, a video game was real. I've spent the last few months on a different worlds than Earth.
And, before you assume I'm crazy, how would I know so much about the Death Note if I was just crazy?

[raises an eyebrow]

Wonderful. I'm sure I'll love this place.

[hi there sarcasm.]

(hi there, more sarcasm)

I'm surprised it meets your approval.

(say hello to a version of you in his late thirties.)

Nice suit.

(he says it casually, like it's normal to see younger versions of himself. which, well, it is)

[well, that girl had mentioned other versions of himself...]

Er, thank you.

You're welcome.

(he pauses, this guy must be new. Even though he almost definitely has the same first name as him, he figures he should introduce himself)

My name's Riku Freiser. Welcome to the Dressing Room.

(holds out hand for handshake. this one, of course, is the one with his wedding ring on it)

... Riku Yagami, nice to meet you.

[shakes his hand, businesslike. and just. pretending not to see that wedding ring]

The same.
So, you're new here, right? Do you already know about the whole 'crossroads-of-worlds' thing?

(lol try to ignore the wedding and engagement rings he has on a necklace, then.)

Yes to both questions. Why are we all here, though?

[oh, he sees them, but he's saying nothing.]

(he shrugs)

No clue. I was just about to stop my kid from eating cookies after his bed time when it happened. I opened the door, and bam, I was here.

(he keeps forgetting that not everyone's used to the idea of another version of them having a kid)

[raises an eyebrow at that, and sighs, running a hand through his hair]

This is just great.

It's pretty weird, but you'll get used to it.

(he grins. hah, you think that's weird?)

There are at least three other versions of you who are dads, plus me. Each of us is married to a different person. It's...interesting, to say the least.

[mentally head/walling. L will start suspecting if he doesn't reappear soon...]

Are there many of...us, then?

I'm not sure. We make up a large percentage of the people here. And the last count I heard was...

(he pauses to think)

Nine hundred and something.
There are lots of us, put simply.

This should be interesting, then.

[already wondering how many of them will have to be subjected to Kira's justice]

So, you want something to eat? I was just heading to the kitchen to make something.

That's okay, but thanks for the offer. I think I want to look around a little.

Sure. There's some pretty creepy people here, I warn you. If it's not weird enough to see a different version of yourself, some of the versions are just really...out there.

Hell, presumably.

[dismissively] There's no such thing as hell.

Sure there is. Didn't someone say hell is other people? This place proves it true. Trust me.

[intrigued]

Is it that bad?

Could be worse- could be oblivion.

You'll know what I'm talking about when you've been here a few days. No one's found a way out yet.

I've heard.

I'm sure it will get better.

[is someone already planning to set up shop as Kira here? oh yes.]

Not as long as we keep getting more Axels, it won't.

((haha, the funny thing is in the RP where I normally use this journal, she's probably going to get killed by Kira))

...Axels?

[ooc: hopefully this one will see a Sora and decide against killing half the DR's inhabitants]

Yeah. Red hair, built like a twig, selfish asshole?

Doesn't sound familiar, but I can imagine.

You'll meet more of him than you could ever want to. I've seen a lot of doubles of you around, too.

Sounds like fun.

[raises an eyebrow]

[shrug]

See for yourself, I guess.

[and she's walking away.]

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