[France had been sitting on the balcony of his Parisian apartment, enjoying a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and some poncy cheeses.]

[Now he finds himself in the middle of some foreign town, sitting at a small table outside of a cafe in nothing but his silk bathrobe. (But hey, that's pretty modest for him.)]

......Quoi?

[Well. At least he still has his wine.]

you know, its tradition that the new people throw the kegger.

who wants to get on that one.

Where am I? This isn't the community centre. Where's the community centre?




Alisha— where's Alisha?

Normandy, this is Major Alenko. Come in, Normandy.

... this is Major Alenko. Come in, Normandy.

... Normandy, do you read me?






Damn it.

O-K sowhaddawehavehere?

Blue skies sandy beaches with no beach babes, two pizza places three burger joints and NOT ONE is a five guys, what's shawarma?, three bars (one medieval times?), one drug house masquerading as a laundromat, one big jungle lots of flowers and trees and crap I'm pretty sure I just saw a bear, underground bunker Temple of Doom dormant volcaNO SORRY LIVE, THAT IS A LIVE VOLCANO, one Wal-Mart knockoff ONE movie theatre and nothing good's playing one marina and UGHjddfgdkl ijfk

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One invisible force-field. Why is it ALWAYS the invisible force-field...

So can somebody tell me which concrete bunker's the hospital already, or are you people gonna make me check every one while I casually try not to bleed out?

An alternate reality? Well, it's not the strangest thing I've heard. If we can create technology that enables the user to enter the mind, it does not take any great stretch of imagination to believe that someone has developed the technology to enter other worlds. I may not agree with them on the... fictional nature of my existence, but that is irrelevant at this time. What matters is that I have been brought here, to New Moore, and with no apparent hope of returning to Whispering Rock.

There must be a reason. There is always a reason. I could not gather any information from the minds of these scientists, aside from the fact that they hold fast to their beliefs that we are all fictional. They are severely deluded. Unlike liars who set out with the intention to deceive, those who suffer from delusions genuinely believe the deception themselves. In fact, they believe in it so strongly, it could make a sane person question their own perspective. It is an extremely dangerous state of mind.

But no matter. There is much to learn about this place. I must take care to control my curiosity about these scientists until I know more about the cage in which we have been placed. As interesting a subject as alternate realities may be, I have no particular desire to stay.




Besides, they could at least have given me a lab.