[5th consult; video]

[dr_conscience]

[A significantly-younger-looking-than-usual Wilson James is sitting on the floor next to his bed, looking especially freaked out. He speaks very quietly.]

Alright, I don't know what the hell is going on, but if anyone can hear me, I think I've been kidnapped. I have no idea where I am, and there's this really creepy old guy here. He looks pretty insane, so I'm not going out there. I guess he's not all that bright, though, since he left this... thing in here.

Anyway, last thing I remember, I was in my dorm room. I think he must have drugged me or something. Just... if you can hear this, tell the cops or something? I could use some help here.



[ooc; Wilson's age-reversed, and so have his memories. He's about 18 years old, just barely a freshman in college, and he has no idea where he is or who any of you are.]

Comments

[morethanasuit.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to think of a way to explain this situation without sounding insane, but nothing is really coming to me, which is saying a lot.

[dr_conscience]

Okay. Well... you wanna take a whack at it anyway?

'Cause, I mean, I have no clue what's going on.

[morethanasuit.livejournal.com]

Alright, but I'm going to be upset if you call me crazy considering you asked for this.

You have been abducted, but not by the old guy. You've been brought here by several powerful beings called "deities". This place is sort of a nexus of realities and dimensions. You've actually been here before, but as an older version of yourself.

[dr_conscience]

Deities. Okay then. Well, guess I did ask for it.

So I got stuck in an apartment with a crazy hobo, and there's some guy with cyborg zombies and eleven toes who says he brought me here.

This dream is really screwed.

voice;

[returningpearl.livejournal.com]

Doc...tor?

voice;

[dr_conscience]

Doctor?

Umm, I think you might have the wrong guy here...

voice;

[returningpearl.livejournal.com]

Maybe...

Doctor Wei San?

voice;

[dr_conscience]

You mean Wilson? Um, I'm James Wilson, but, uh... I'm eighteen.

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

I kidnapped you.

[dr_conscience]

You- you're the guy with the robot zombies.

What the hell is your damage, man?

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

Yes. Well, they're really cyborg zombies, considering the organic parts.

I have eleven toes.

[dr_conscience]

Oh, right. Sorry. Cyborg zombies. Wouldn't want to offend them, right?

So, you're saying that having eleven toes makes you insane? Look, I'm first year pre-med and I'm still not falling for that.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't you be somewhere, Doogie?

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

Huh?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Hey there, Jimmy. Who are you calling creepy? I made you eggs. And they're not poison flavored.

[dr_conscience]

I'm calling you creepy, and why do you know my name?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Because as an agent of the FBI and with you as my assignment I'm supposed to know.

[dr_conscience]

Sure.

Look, it's not that I don't believe you, but... well, you know.

You don't exactly come off as FBI material, and why would they care about me anyway?

[theserenashow.livejournal.com]

You weren't drugged. From what I've heard, most of the people here don't even know what drugs are.

[dr_conscience]

Well I guess that's kind of a relief...

So, this really is some kind of screwed-up alternate reality?

[theserenashow.livejournal.com]

Kind of, except it takes away the possibility of all of this being a drug-induced hallucination which is so much better than the truth.

Yeah. It's crazy.

[dr_conscience]

I'm still hoping it's a dream brought on by crappy food, but it's kind of vivid for that.

It's probably taking the crazy too far, too...

[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

Kidnapped? Ah--I don't think you were, not in a conventional way.

[dr_conscience]

Yeah, that's what they tell me.

This place always this screwed up?

[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, today is more difficult than unusual