we both know the mirror's cracked and everybody's in the act...

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[Desiree is feeling very unsettled. Currently, she's standing in what seems to look an awful lot like her bedroom, but she knows it isn't. There are two reasons this isn't her room: One, she doesn't have that many pillows on her bed - she used to, but not anymore. 2) Only seconds ago, she was in a dressing room at a high-end clothing store. So how did she get here...?

She hears something (Someone? You?) moving in the hallway outside. She squeezes into the space between the open door and the wall, wincing a bit when the door's hinges creeeeaak loudly. Still, she positions herself where she can peer through the crack. She waits and watches - and if danger is approaching, she knows exactly how she's getting the heck out of here...]


((OoC: Voice test! She's a shapeshifter, you've been warned. Be gentle?))

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[She shakes her head again.]

No way, I saw you this morning before I left the house. You were going to help Kelsie with something-or-other.

[It's said with a kind of "Psh, no, you're just wrong," matter-of-fact kind of tone.]

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ He slows down, gives her a searching look. ]

Really?

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[She turns to face him, a single eyebrow arched, and gives him a searching look of her own. Vince clearly wasn't joking, and Vince would have no reason to lie about something like this at a time like this.]

Yeah. Really.

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ There are many things he could say to that, ways to deny it or refute or prove that he's not making it up. But one particular thing sticks out above all else. ]

So you're not looking for me.

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head, frowning, clearly worried.]

No. I mean, I saw you this morning. It's only been a few hours. And besides, you were going to be with Kelsie, so...

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

Desiree, I'm not with Kelsie. I'm in a city in an alternate dimension or what-the-fuck-ever with magic and demons and angels and... shit.

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

You're what? Alternate dimension? You... what the hell is that supposed to mean? You're right here! With me! Not... wherever. What are you talking about?

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm right here now, but I how the hell am I supposed to know if this isn't there? [ Sighs, takes a moment to collect his thoughts. ] It's hard to explain. I hardly know what's going on there sometimes, either.

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Alright. Look. Can we sort out the philosophical weirdness when we get out of this creepily accurate model of our house? I mean, if we need to find you, we will, but...

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

You're right. [ Game face is go. Not the time to be freaking out about the lack of a rescue party. ] Let's keep looking. If the front door doesn't work, there's got to be somewhere...

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[Game face is go here, too. She even picks up the pace a little as she gets an idea.]

Maybe the fire escape window. Come on.

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

Good idea. [ He follows along somewhat behind her, more than used to the song and dance of his siblings taking charge. Meanwhile, he tries to think of other escape routes they could take - some of the windows, maybe? Even though they should be pretty high up, they might be able to scale down the building... ]

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[She gets to the fire escape and starts to open the window... then frowns. That's not Utopius at all, unless someone turned Utopius into a long, seemingly endless plain of grass with the only city in sight off on the horizon.]

This... is bad. This is really bad.

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ Vince looks over her shoulder, his own expression turning grim. ]

Incredibly. However, it's also a way out, so we should take what we can get.

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[She sighs and nods.]

Right. Better than nothing.

[And with that, she turns to where the emergency ladder is rigged against the wall. She tries to use the hand crank to lower it, but it's slow-going. So, action-movie style, she gives it a good kick and it quickly drops the rest of the way down.

She gives Vince a self-satisfied half-grin and motions for him to go on ahead.]

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ Vince just shakes his head in resigned amusement, then shifts the bag so that he can grasp the ladder. Down he goes, out into the mysterious wilderness. ]

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[She follows him... and she considers offering to carry one of her own damn bags, but hey, Vince isn't saying anything yet, so she'll just let him. She stops about halfway down the ladder, looks out over the green, and sighs.]

It's like there's nothing out there whatsoever... This is so stupid. How did we get here?

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ Haha. As if he would complain about being helpful. You're so silly, Desi.

He keeps moving down, already having gotten enough of an eyeful before he even started. ] Maybe we're dealing with a teleporter, or an illusionist, or... I have no idea, honestly.

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[She shakes her head.] How could an illusion be this elaborate, and we can't even see the person behind it? No, I don't think it's an illusionist. Teleportation, maybe... but that doesn't explain the house! Ugh!

[She mumbles and goes back to climbing downward. She hates talking herself in circles...]

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ There's a beat of silence while he considers that. The option he comes up with isn't all that uplifting, but... ]

Could be a team. Working toward a common goal and all that.

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

What, so they finally grew some brains? [Girly sort of groan] It's not going to do them any good in the end.

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ He laughs in the face of her groan. ] Gotta give 'em points for trying, though. Even if they did grab the wrong Monroe brother.

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

Oh no, no points. Same ass-kicking as always.

[When she gets close enough to the bottom, she decides she's had enough climbing and just drops the last few feet.]

And you know, maybe they didn't. Maybe the other two are stuck somewhere similar.

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ Shifts the bags once they're on the ground again, then makes sure his holster wasn't dislodged as discreetly as he can. ]

But not here?

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] I mean, I didn't see them, did you?