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We all are, supposedly. Personally I think it makes a lot more sense than anything else about my life, but fuck, what do I know, I'm just a guy with a blog who delivers pizzas via time travel.

Edited (Sorry hit submit before I finished editing) 2013-10-28 04:56 (UTC)

[Jason doesn't say anything to that, just looks away and takes another sip of coffee. He can't- No, he refuses to even consider the validity of his existence. He digs his free hand into his pocket almost absentmindedly, fingers sliding over his red domino mask. He thinks about his next question.]

Who runs this town?

Agents of some vague but generous government, far as I can tell. As an underage 'fictional,' I'm not exactly hella involved in the democratic process.

[Jason raises his eyebrow.]

'Generous' government isn't suspicious at all.

Edited 2013-10-28 20:15 (UTC)

Right? But they never, like, do anything to us.

[He flops back in his chair, arms folded.]

I mean, people show up and get released or whatever all the time, and that's shady as fuck, but other than that and the stipends it's pretty hands-off.

What do you mean 'released'? That sounds like all kinds of ominous.

You know how you just got here all of a sudden? It works the same way in reverse. People just go. We get a release list of who's gone about once a month from the police station.

So there is a way to get back?

If you call randomly disappearing a way, yeah, sure. Apparently this is my fourth time here, but I remember jack shit about the other three times.

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[That's something to look into. Has Jason been here before?]

If you don't remember being here before, how do you know about the other three times?

My friends told me. A couple of them have been here, what, two years? Probably more than that. I've been here over a year. This me, I mean. Not the other mes.

[Jason does not want to be here for that long.]

How'd you figure out your friends were here? I mean, you mean friends like people you knew from before, right?

Yeah, people from my universe. Universes. They all kind of dogpiled me on the network the first time I posted. That's generally the best way to see who might be around.

Yeah, frankly, I'm not sure I want some of the people from back home knowing I'm here. Is there something like a phone book or a database I can browse? Maybe a 'Recent Kidnappees Registry?'

Not that I know of. You can scroll back through the network to see who's posted, though.

[Jason thinks about what other Bats might post on a fucking online messaging board and grins wryly.]

That sounds like a huge pain in the ass, but if there are no alternatives...

[He shrugs.]

[Dave returns the shrug.]

The archives're probably searchable. I know one guy who's got it set up so he's notified any time someone mentions his name.

Yeah? Who's that?

Oh, some troll asshole. Eridan Ampora. Don't tell him we were talking about him, he craves attention the way I crave shitty Mexican food. I.e., interminably.

Who're you looking for? I've been here a while. I might know them.

I'm not even sure how to spell that, so.

[Jason thinks for a moment, fiddling again with the mask in his pocket.]

Got anyone here who goes out at night dressed like a giant bat to fight crime and dispense justice?

What, like Batman?

[For a moment Jason doesn't know what to say. His mouth feels dry all of a sudden so he takes another sip of coffee, noting with a minute amount of satisfaction that his hand is steady. He licks his lips. Looks back up.]

You know him?

[Is he here?]

I know of him. You're from the Batverse?

...the Batverse?

[Jason can't believe what he's hearing.]

The man himself isn't here, but there've been a couple folks in and out from Gotham.