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[puppetpocalypse]

What the flying fuck? Christ on Merlin's beard, that seriously happened.

[The voice sounds exasperated, yet somehow chill. Bro isn't sure whether to be upset or not at the moment.]

I'd recommend not trying to apparate. It kind of leads to some really awkward times.

Unless you like dying. Than by all means, go ahead and try at it to your hearts content. I'm pretty sure I'm missing some time, though.

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[fracturedsoul]

I don't know. There's a Jake here who says I apparently chopped off my own head right before he arrived, too, so I guess anything's possible.

...speaking of which, you... said you died? But you're right here.

[puppetpocalypse]

What. [Hahaha. Holy shit, what. That's a thing that's happened? This place is dumb.]

It's the only logical thing I can consider. I don't know what's been happening between the time I tried and now. It kind of all happened pretty quickly.

[fracturedsoul]

You did. I saw your body. [ He'd kind of been holding out for it being some other universe's version of Bro. Around here, that's apparently not too unlikely. ]

Looks like that ain't even a thing, though. Where are you?

[puppetpocalypse]

Fuck. Kid, I'm sorry. I didn't think this was even going to happen. [It's not like they were told they can't even teleport within the city or whatever.]

I'm not sure. I've been looking around. If you tell me a place, I can find it though.

[fracturedsoul]

Man, don't be. It's fine now.

I'm raiding this bakery. It's on Mercy Cross in the north-central region of the city, if you can find a map.

[puppetpocalypse]

Give me like twenty minutes max. I'll find it, no sweat.

I think I'm in a Northern part of the city already, so this makes it convenient.

[fracturedsoul]

Great. I'll be waiting. Save you some cheese danishes and everything.

[puppetpocalypse]

Oh hell yes.

[It's a little bit before there's a knock against the glass of the window of the bakery.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk is just sitting on the counter chewing on a croissant. He hasn't quite gotten the whole "preserve food so it can be rationed out when needed" thing yet. He looks up, glances at the window, and waves Bro in. ]

[puppetpocalypse]

[Bro heads inside.]

Don't go eating the entire city away. I haven't really seen people around. [Which makes him wonder what's going to happen in terms of food if there isn't people around to keep making it.] Does anything in this city work?

[fracturedsoul]

[ He glances down at the croissant and tosses it into the bag with the rest of the pastries he's raided. Good point. ]

Electricity and water are out. I could probably fix that in five seconds if that douchebag hadn't taken my wand.

[puppetpocalypse]

[Bro just ruffles Dirk's hair. Good lil' bro. You learn so well.]

So I'm not the only one unarmed. I feel like we're at a huge disadvantage not having them.

[fracturedsoul]

[ He swats Bro's hand away, taking a closer look at him. Yep, he's definitely wearing his teacher robes... His corpse had looked like it was, too, but it had been lying face-down and Dirk hadn't wanted to turn it over to make sure and sdfkjsfd ]

Jake's here too -- our Jake, I mean, in addition to that weird other one. He doesn't have his either. And the other one I mentioned says he uses guns back home, but they got taken too. I guess we're just not supposed to have weapons?

[puppetpocalypse]

[That's going to be convenient when shit starts getting cold.]

I'm assuming we're going to round people up and find somewhere to station ourselves. We need a place that we're going to frequent often and stick together.

If they're purposely disarming us, I get the feeling that this place is going to get hostile.

[fracturedsoul]

[ He hops down off the counter and hoists the bag up over one shoulder. ]

There's an apartment building on University and Parkview that could be good. Especially since most of the people here seemed to wake up in the park across the street from there.

I doubt this place can throw anything at us we can't handle. Especially if we don't even stay dead when we die.

[puppetpocalypse]

Even if we don't stay dead, it's better if we try not to die. [Mostly because it's still kind of unsettling. And there's always a chance they might not come back out of it.]

I just get the feeling that disarming us is going to be a real bitch later on. [Not that Bro wasn't proficient in fighting. Just...fist fighting only got you so far.]

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah, probably.

[ It's not that he's not unsettled; he just doesn't want to show it in front of Bro. He starts for the door. ]

You got a wish in mind?

[puppetpocalypse]

[Bro just follows behind, hands shoved into his pants pockets.]

Not really. I wonder if we'll even get to see it happen. [He isn't quite trusting of this place after all.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Walk walk. ]

Yeah, I mean, assuming it's not a bunch of bullshit.

[puppetpocalypse]

We don't really have a choice since they decidedly dragged us here, so whatever.

It would be nice if they didn't strip us of our wands though. Shit was useful.