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[skaterbrain]

[Tired of all the new feathers yet? Sorry, but here's another one - and he's loud. Very loud. So loud in fact that standing in the middle of the plaza, just about anyone in the vicinity can probably hear him. Why is he loud? Because he woke up in the fountain, soaked, with yellow wings and white cotton pants. He doesn't really realize that last part yet, however.

Once he's floundered his way out of the fountain, he finds a book with his name on it. His full name. Beat throws the journal at the fountain, bouncing it off the stone basin and turning it on.]

--OLD YOU THAT NAME?!

Stupid book. Hate books.

YO, PHONES!! PHOOOOOOOOONES!!! WHERE YOU AT?!

WHEN'D SHIBUYA GET A BIG-ASS PARK?

PHOOOOONES!!!!



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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[Because it's a natural progression of events, like...sunrise and sunset. Or dumb people doing dumb things.

With his hands pushed away, Beat stops, then starts laughing.]

Jokes on you, Frills. We already dead in the UG.

[Laughter over. Time to go back to trying to get the yellow bird off his back.]

Now get 'em off!!

[chainedraven]

...I don't know what the UG is, but I'm quite certain that I'm not dead.

But if you'd like to change that, feel free to pull those wings from your back.

[He'll just brush his clothing back into place and turn away, deciding that he clearly isn't getting anywhere with this New Feather.]

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Yo, UG's the Underground, Frills. Where the-- Oh, you ain't dead?

[He squints at the guy's wings. Feathery. Not like the Reapers. Alright, Beat can get behind this.]

So you from the RG then. Tha's cool.

--!

Wait! How you seein' me if you ain't dead?!

[chainedraven]

[Gilbert stops, then looks back with a frown.]

I've never heard of either of those. But you look quite alive to me.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

RG's tha' Realground, yo. Like, where all tha' livin' people are. [He lets out a heavy sigh.] Man, why's I gotta explaininate this? Rhyme's betta' at--

[HAND OVER MOUTH.]

Well, I ain't. Not really. Sorta am. .... [He scratches his head.]

Yeah. Le's go with 'ain't.'

[chainedraven]

And if you're dead, then how are you standing there? Breathing? And talking?

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

I dunno, man. How's a guy die and end up in the Reaper Game in the UG? Rhyme knew, but I don't gotta clue.

[chainedraven]

I don't know what happened where you're from, but things are likely different here in Luceti. Everything is different here.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Like what? The wings? Naw, we got those as Reapers. Just not...so fugly lookin'.

[chainedraven]

What exactly is a... "Reaper"?

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Heh, ain't surprised you don't know. I didn't 'til I ended up in the UG. They these guys who make it their job to go 'round screwin' wit' the Players. Gotta get points n' stuff. I dunno. Kinda lame.

[chainedraven]

I doubt they're here, then.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

But....there's Conductors and stuff, right? The Iron Maiden? She here, right?

[chainedraven]

No. None of that, at least not that I've ever heard.

You're not in the world you knew before.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

.....She ain't here?

Then...What'm.... How.... [Ouch, that's a blow to his whole....everything.]

[chainedraven]

[Gilbert hesitates for a moment, then gives a mental sigh and frowns at the boy.]

This is Luceti. People are drawn here from all different worlds. Nobody seems to know how or why, but there isn't a way to voluntarily return.

But those who bring us here also provide clothing, food, and shelter without need for money, and you might want to go get some of the former.

[You've been standing in the fountain, Beat. It's summer, yes, but those aren't exactly heavy pants.]

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[Words...he does not...understand...

Oh, except for the clothes part. Yeah, he should probably get on that. He points toward the store indicated earlier.]

Aight...so clothes... that way?

[chainedraven]

...yes. That way. Clothing.

[Small words, apparently, are the key.]

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[Yup, they are.]

Aight, thanks, Frills! [He waves and starts to head off, when he stops and turns back.]

Oh, name's Beat by the way. Check ya later!

[And then he heads out.]

[chainedraven]

Raven. Not... Frills.

[But he'll lift a hand in a sort of wave anyway.]

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Kinda sound the same. [No they don't.]

Aight, when I find my hat, I'll talk ta' ya' again! Thanks for all the help, yo!