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workbackwards[There's nothing interesting going on here in this rather plain bedroom. Not too many posters, but there are labels on everything that describe actions like turn off the light, make the bed, turn off alarm. In addition to those labels, there's a young man whose alarm clock is blaring at the top of its mechanical lungs until he rolls over and slaps it into silence. He slowly drags himself out of bed, shirtless with a long scar running down from the nape of his neck across his shoulder and down his arm, and shuffles to the closest window, pushing the curtain aside to place his hand against the glass. He stands there for a moment as a confused frown forms on his face, only to shove the drapes back and come face to face with... space. The final frontier.
It's not what Chris Pratt expected. It's supposed to be Kansas City out there.
He hurries back to bed, knocking off knickknacks off his nighttable until he comes across a small notebook with a red cover. Chris flips through it once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, looking for something that isn't there. And in a fit of something that's a mixture of panic, fear, and frustration, he throws the notepad across the room and begins stomping towards the door.]
Where the fuck am I? Lewis? Lewis!
It's not what Chris Pratt expected. It's supposed to be Kansas City out there.
He hurries back to bed, knocking off knickknacks off his nighttable until he comes across a small notebook with a red cover. Chris flips through it once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, looking for something that isn't there. And in a fit of something that's a mixture of panic, fear, and frustration, he throws the notepad across the room and begins stomping towards the door.]
Where the fuck am I? Lewis? Lewis!
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:07 pm (UTC)[Small comfort.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:11 pm (UTC)Chris turns on his bare heels, looking around his room for the voice that's calling his name. It's not Lewis. It doesn't sound like Lewis... it sounds like himself? No, that doesn't make any sense at all. Fuck. Is he getting worse? What do they call that thing when you hear voices? Janet never asked him if he had that and he never had that before... damn it, what is going on here?]
I'm talking to myself.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:16 pm (UTC)No, this isn't in your head or anything. There should be a device in your room, kind of like a smart phone. Try following the sound of my voice.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:22 pm (UTC)What?
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:32 pm (UTC)Just follow the sound. Do you see anything weird or out of place here? A small device, should be able to fit in your hand...
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:09 pm (UTC)Hello? I don't think, uh, Lewis is here. Sorry...
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:13 pm (UTC)He's supposed to be here... unless he went to work.
[Yes, let's converse with the strange voices, Chris. This is completely okay.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:26 pm (UTC)[Even though this voice is clearly in his head, it's still the voice of a lady and he can't just be traipsing around in his boxers. So Chris pulls on a shirt and some pants that were lying on the floor since God knows when and goes to open the door.
It's not his hallway. Lewis' bedroom isn't across the hall and the bathroom isn't where it should be. In their place is a plain hallway. It's not even painted the same blue as the apartment. Chris pulls his head back in and slams the door shut. If he could shit bricks, he would be doing it right now.]
I'm really fucked up now. I have to call Janet.
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:38 pm (UTC)[Most interesting question first, apparently.
He remembers that panic.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:41 pm (UTC)[It's really the best way to describe him even though Gary meant it as an insult.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 05:55 pm (UTC)Are you alright?
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:00 pm (UTC)[He's just going to be honest here.]
How did I get here?
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:08 pm (UTC)Do you need any help? My name is Ariadne. [As always, compelled to talk to the guys with Arthur's face. This one also kinda triggers her maternal instinct, too.]
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:14 pm (UTC)Oh, but girls. Gosh. This place is full of them.]
Yeah, how to go back to Kansas City?
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Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:26 pm (UTC)[That's not an answer he's going to just accept right now. This may be his bedroom and that may not be his hallway, but whoever has the money has the power and... he doesn't have any money. Fuck.]
I need to go home. Now.
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Date: Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 07:08 pm (UTC)[Not really.]
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