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[greyhatted]

[An alarmed face appears on the video. Blonde hair with pink streaks, slightly runny makeup, brightly colored chunky jewelry, thick-rimmed glasses. She has not calmed down a single bit since arriving and isn't afraid to show it. Immediately, she starts rambling.]

Okay. I'm used to weird, but this is like -- the freaking Twilight Zone. I get that the, uh, people who escorted me to what is apparently the place I'm supposed to live now kept trying to get me to calm down but... well! How ever is explaining things in terms of 'death and dreaming' supposed to calm a girl down?! Not that I'm sure they're not very nice aliens, I just prefer my Sci-Fi weirdness come with a pause button.

...And what in the name of the 1990's is going on with this GUI? [Someone is not impressed with the communication device.] It's not even portable. No way I'd have a dream without a decent tablet. At minimum.

[She may not take a breath anytime soon, unless someone cares to interrupt...]


((OOC: Reminder for anyone of the sci-fi or comic persuasion to please check out her permissions post so I know what the 4th walling sitch is! If I run any red lights just give me a poke and I'll fix it lickity split.))

Comments

[greyhatted]

That is both reassuring and highly terrifying. Which is a weird combo, even for someone who deals with weird and terrifying for a living.

Should I ask what you're talking about, or am I better off in a blissful state of denial?

[manofiron]

[ From the way she mentioned it, he thinks that maybe he's in the presence of a fan. And as a fellow Twilight Zone fan, he feels like he can confidently make this reference and be understood. ]

Remember the Midnight Sun episode? It was like that. Only instead of fevers, we could walk into the dream world on our own.

[greyhatted]

[oh em gee, someone she can geek out with about sci-fi! Not that this is her priority, but it's a comfort zone okay. Not to mention, does this guy look vaguely familiar or is she just wishing he did?]

Oh my God, talk about a world of suck. I mean, it was a great episode but not my idea of the ideal reality. Unless by dream world they mean a place where I'm a princess with a pet unicorn and a harem of hot men to fan me with palm fronds.

--Sorry, I don't mean to trivialize. I'm just ever so slightly enormously freaked.

[manofiron]

I can't do anything about the unicorns, but I could help you out with starting the harem.

[ He's often a focus of the "50 Sexiest People" lists in pop culture magazines. He can only assume that that more than meets the criteria for being a hot palm fond wielder. ]

I mean, if you're into that kind of thing.

[ And maybe the flirting will help keep her mind off of the fact that she's now stuck in bizarro land. ]

[greyhatted]

[Not entirely, but flirting is always a good start!] I'm not freaked out enough to turn down an offer like that from someone who can rattle off classic sci-fi episodes without even wiki-ing. Which I guess means I'm still sane, if nothing else.

[manofiron]

You are very sane. Unless you start hanging out on Wikipedia. Then I'm afraid going to have to question your sane to insane ratio.

[greyhatted]

Fair. Almost everything on the Information Superhighway has run a few red lights, unless you know where to find the real goods. Which I do.

Or, I did. This place's wireless access seems woefully inadequate. I'll add it to my growing list of complaints.

[manofiron]

Inadequate? I'd use the term nonexistent myself.

I've tried. Getting beyond this intranet thing. Either there isn't one or someone's better with computers than I am and that's not really possible. So I'm right back at the 'this is it' assumption. Doesn't really bode well for the Information Footpath to ever be expanded into a road, much less a highway.