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[There's a younger looking Vexen standing here in a t-shirt and sweats, putting clothes into a washing machine.
He is also singing.]

Laundry day,
See you there,
Under-things,
Tumbling,
Wanna say,
Love your hair,
Here I go,
[mumbles something indistinctly]
Mumbling,
With my Freeze-ray I will stop, The world,
With my Freeze-ray I will...

[turns around and suddenly stops, eyes going wide]

Wh... whh... whhhhhhhhh?!

[ooc: Vexen as Dr. Horrible from Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog. Goes by Even in his every-day persona. Everyone's up for grabs, see profile for roles.]

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[he might spot this one looking at him funny.]

Enjoying yourself?

[opens mouth]
[stays open for a few seconds]

No, I wasn't and I'm not, where the hell am I?!

[tilts her head.]

You're in the 'dressing room', as the residents around here call it. Consider it a crossroad between alternate worlds, with no escape.

A... crossroads. Between alternate worlds.

Precisely. Welcome to the realm of no exits and multiple versions of everyone you know.

Everyone I kno... you're insane. I don't even KNOW you.
Five seconds ago I was in a laundromat.

Actually, I'm quite sane, as you'll come to see in due time. Before I was here I was dead.

[thin smirk.]

No, I think you're QUITE mad, madam, and I think I'm going to...

[finally sees the rest of the room]
[boggles]

This is hell, isn't it. The washing machine exploded and killed me or something and this is hell.

It may very well be. You've yet to see half of this place.

[amused? yes, she delights in sharing her misery.]

[sighs]

Well as long as I'm HALLUCINATING, what's your name, anyway?

Very well then. Saïx.

Saix. [mumble]

Indeed. I assume you are a Vexen, despite your age. Am I wrong?

Vexe...
[suddenly cold, glaring.]
How do you know that name? I'm clearly NOT Dr. Vexen Horrible, the TERRIFYING mad scientist who has a PHD in Horribleness. I'm just Even. JUST MILD MANNERED EVEN.

[...stares. another smirk.]

I do wonder if the Vexen from my world would permit himself to be referred to as a 'mad' scientist. Very well then, Even.

yeah. [mumbles something that sounds like "you have nice hair even if you're a jerk but you'd make such a good villianess"]

[lifts an eyebrow.]

Excuse me?

N-n-n-nnn-othing.

[disbelieving stare. crosses her arms.]

Of course not.

Dhghgh I'm sorry I uh, mumble. sometimes. things. it's a nervous tic!

I've noticed. You should be careful, or you may end up saying something unfortunate.

yeah, that... tends to happen.

Amusing.

Not really...

Not to you, of course.

[dhdhdhdh so awkward around girls... so awkward.]

[amused by the suffering of others.]

[stare]

You. Are singing.

Might I inquire as to why?

[defensive] What? I wasn't singing! Why would I be...
...
Why are you a clone of me?

For the same reason that you are a "clone" of me, sir, albeit slightly younger.

[smirk]

...
So um.
What's it like in the future, um, future me.

I...don't believe you follow.

Judging by your style of dress, it is likely I should be calling you "future-me".

uhh...
[snaps fingers] Right, alternate universes, like that Saix chick said. Riight.

Is Captain Hammer still a lying jerk and scourge of existence in your reality?

My universe lacks a Captain Hammer, or at least one who goes by that title.

Could you describe his physical appearance?

Ridiculous spiky red hair, wears green contacts to make himself look more striking, tattoos on his face? Arrogant, annoying bastard, plays everyone, is really just an arrogant, self-centered jerk and representative of EVERYTHING that's wrong with the world?

[leans back and bangs his head against the wall]

Him.

I agree on every level.

Ugh. Yes. Axel, the Flaming Hammer of Justice.

I hate him. And now there's four billion clones of him.

[sighs]

...
Say, you're... me. Kinda. Right?

In a way.

So I have this design for a ray that stops time.

think you could help me extend the range and maybe give it a targeting system to hit all the Hammers?

Hm. Note that I am a molecular geneticist, and the last time I saw a calendar was about 1959 or so.

However, I am intrigued. If you are capable of explaining the technology employed by your time-stopping ray, I would be more than happy to assist.

If you're supposed to be a me you'd better be intelligent, otherwise I'm going to be insulted. Even if you are from 1959.

So yes, I can explain it. Hopefully there's wonderflonium around here somewhere, otherwise we're sunk... can we find a whiteboard? And somewhere that we're not likely to be interrupted?

W-wonderflonium? Ah, never mind.

The lab is the most likely place I can remember off-hand. Every once in a blue moon some idiot toddles their way in there, often ingesting some unhealthy solution and complaining of the effects for days, but these incidents have been rare enough that I don't believe we will be bothered.

Excellent, let's head over there.

[looks around carefully...]
[LETS OUT AN EEEEEEEVIL LAUGH]

[cringes slightly] Needs a bit of work.

[sigh] I've been taking voice lessons...

[shrugs] I admit I've heard worse.

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