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Right, so. Let me see if I understand everything here.

My life, my entire being was nothing more than someone's cooked up, crack pipe idea. That who I am and everything else about me wasn't real, but now I'm real. Like the damned puppet from that story. Could never really stand it, even as a kid.

Heh, great. Really that's just fucking great. I don't have to worry about anything more, right? That's supposed to be the beauty in having this 'clean slate' here, ain't it?

You know what, don't answer that. Just leave me the hell alone.

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I'm not saying anything. You could take the official explanation without question, or you could ask around and find something that makes more sense.

I favour the multi-verse theory myself.

Sounds like you were trying to convince me of something. [This wouldn't be the first time she's been lied to by those in high authority.]

Suppose I actually believe you, what's the point of being brought here?

I give that impression. And my best guess is that we're a modern Roman circus, here for someone else's entertainment.

Circus....makes sense, since this...person told me there's a lion about.

[Great, this person or whatever wanted a clone to be part of their 'circus.' Why did her life have to get more complicated?]

Any way out of this nut house?

People get "released" every so often, but we can't confirm where to. The official implication is that they're sent out to the "real" world, and unofficially the assumptions seems to be that they go back home. I'm personally inclined to believe the latter, since otherwise we'd have seen more attempts from released people to contact their friends still in the island.

How do you know they weren't thrown off a ship or something? It would be easy to hide a dead body out here.

Because there are immortals on board. Superheroes and gods and everything in-between; we've been brought here, but none of the abilities we had originally have been altered. There's only so much whoever's in charge of the place has control over.

[There's a long pause as Sarah tries to digest this news. How does she know this guy isn't lying to her. Superheroes and gods are on this damn place?

If they can be brought here....shit, if they ever bring Helena over...shit.]

I think....I need to sit down. There a pub here?

Yes, the Nancy Phoney. Would you like to meet or would you rather work it out on your own?

Directions would be helpful, I haven't explored much 'cept the hospital. [And trying to steal some meds for her own fun.]

What's your name anyway?

[ He gives her very accurate directions to the pub. ] and I'm the Doctor— one of them. There's another version of me running around, too much hair, wears a bow-tie.

[Nods, listening carefully to the directions given.]

Another version of you? From your multi-theory thing? [Doesn't he have another name he can go by? Forget it. His name is 'Doc' to her.]

Sarah Manning. See you soon, Doc.

[ooc: Wanna set up a log/thread for this?]

No, we're from the same universe but different timelines... and don't call me Doc.

[ooc: I'm about to crash but I can either set us up tomorrow or you can or we can transition to action in this thread, anything you want ♥]

[Telling Sarah to not do something will only make her do it more.] Whatever, Doc.

[ooc: If you could set us up that would be awesome! Have a good night~!]

[ Here we go]

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