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[The video kicks in, showing a young blond man who’s looking mildly amused.]

All right, guys, while it is pretty awesome that you’ve somehow pulled off getting me here without me knowing, this particular prank is really not funny. I’m disappointed in you, I know you guys can do much better. So just give me the kill code for this program now, and maybe you won’t have to fear retaliation. Maybe.

[There’s silence for a brief moment, as Bobby gives in and admits that, no, this isn’t the kind of thing his friends would pull. Not so soon after Alcatraz. Another prank, sure, but not one like this. His smile fades a bit, and when he speaks again, he sounds more subdued.]

If the world’s been unmade, does that mean all the people on it were, too? Cause, uh, I’ve seen people being unmade, and it didn’t look fun. Or reversible. How are you putting it right? Will everything that was unmade be back, even if it’s been a little while? And if you’re making our homes new, are they going to be the same as they were before, or can we request a few changes?

[He’s not really serious about that last part. Nice as it would be, he’s not the one who should be deciding things like that. No one should, really. This whole thing makes him nervous. He’s seen what can happen when people have that kind of power.]

Ro? Kitty? Logan, Pete?

[There are too many names that should be on that list that aren’t, but now’s not the time to think about that.]

Anyone else here?

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Being a fellow blonde, I say we stick with the latter of the two. I would like to keep my sanity, thank you.

[Grins widely, glad she was able to make him laugh for a change.]

Your eyes are an intense shade. [Light shrug.] It suits you. [She doesn't mean anything by it, jus saying it how she saw it.]

I like this plan. Us blonds have to stick together, to rally against the dumb blond stereotype. And, you know. I like my sanity, too. What's left of it.

[He smiles at that.]

Yeah? Thanks. I'm used to them, I guess.

No kidding. Glad you like it.

[nods] It's you. That's all there is to it.

[smiles, then sobers somewhat.] Have you talked to anyone about this place? Or should I give you the low down?

[He's not liking the way she sobers when she offers to give him the low down, though he's not surprised. It'd be too much to take this guy at face value and expect a nice, pleasant, temporary stay.]

I haven't talked to anyone, yet. Just read the note and tried to contact people.

[Since he didn't have his communicator with him, he'd gone for the journal. Hadn't turned out exactly the way he'd hoped, though.]

Low down away.

[Looks like Chloe would have to explain. She was okay with that, though she didn't want to be the bearer of bad news.]

Um. Th-there's kind of a lot to go over. I've only been here a month, too, so...

Wh-which room number is yours? Maybe we should meet while I explain or... or give you a tour.

A month? Does that mean he grabbed you before the world got unmade, then, or have I just been in some kind of stasis, or something? Because if this guy was 'rescuing' people that long ago, I would've liked-

[Not to have been taken himself, because he'd needed to be there, but there are a few people that could have used 'saving.' But he cuts off there, because he'd been rambling again and she'd already suggested meeting before she explained.

And really, that she's been here a month is only a further point that there's more to this than what the note said.]

Uh, sorry. Yeah, meeting would be great. Uh, hang on, let me check.

[He disappears from sight for a moment as he goes to check his room number, then reappears.]

4153. I'll leave the door open.

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I don't know. I don't think I will be able to believe all our worlds are unmade until I see proof. I've been lied to about something important before. It won't happen again.

Oh. Okay. [Chloe had meant to see if he lived on her floor, but Bobby seemed harmless enough. And he offered to leave his door open.]

I'm on my way.

[He catches that 'worlds,' plural, remark, but keeps himself from asking about it. He'll save all his questions for after the explanation. Including any about whatever it was she was lied to about.

Instead, he gives her a slight smile.]

Proof is always the most important thing. I should know, I'm the math guy.

[Bobby nods at that.]

I'll be here.

[And he's just going to go wait in the hall, actually. He'll be leaning against his door frame, in the uniform he showed up in, and fiddling with his journal.]

[Laughing ironically at that statement, Chloe actually brings her hand up and lightly facepalms.] Great. Another one. [She's teasing, and when she lifts her hand away and smiles comically at Bobby she hopes he realizes that. Then she's moving through the barracks, offering only a small nod before closing her journal and making her way to his room.

She sees him standing in the hall, suddenly thankful they were using the video feed so it was less difficult to get confused.]

Hey. [She gives a small smile and wave as she approaches.]

[See, Bobby thinks ahead. That's totally why he was using video. Or, you know. Because he just liked the video. But whatever.

He pushes away from the door when he sees her, waving back with a smile.]

Hey. Nice to actually meet you.

[She gives a small smile and stops before him.]

You, too. Did you want to talk here, or receive the lengthy tour? [Then she pauses, casting a considering look his way.] Or are you hungry?

Whatever you're up for is good with me. I've given enough tours in my day to know it can be pretty tiring.

[He gives a laugh at that.]

If the castle doesn't have television, does that mean it's without all the other modern stuff, too?

[A slight shrug at that.] That's the thing. It's like there is modern day things mixed in with the old. Just because I haven't seen a television does not mean it isn't here. Still. Where would you plug it in?

I don't mind giving you a tour, but you might appreciate an explanation first. It's...a lot to take in.

You haven't seen any outlets, then? I guess that'd explain the oil lamps and torches.

[He makes a face.]

Does that mean no modern food? I'm not sure I can make it without ice cream.

[He nods at her words.]

Makes sense. Let's go with explanation first, then?

I don't know how this place operates, really. It could run on magic, for all I know.

[Right. He might not know or believe magic existed. Chloe makes a face, then motions into his room.]

May I? I think that would be best.

[He smiles a bit at that. He's heard people call some mutations magic before. Not that it would surprise him if magic really did exist.]

Magic like actual magic, or magic like special abilities?

[Bobby nods, pushing open the door for her to enter.]

Mi casa es tu casa. Or, in this case, my tiny cell-like room is your tiny cell-like room.

[Chloe smiles, tilting her head at him and his word choice. Maybe he was a half demon?]

Both. Everything. Real magic and abilities alike. You'd be surprised at how many different people there are here. With different abilities. [A small shrug] I even met a couple of trolls.

[She chuckles at that, offering a small thank you as she ducked into said tiny cell block room.] Well, I give you points for not freaking too badly. Do strange things happen ti you often?

[His eyes light up a little at hearing that. Different abilities always intrigue him. It's actually pretty awesome to know that a lot of people here seem to have them. Unless that meant this guy was just targeting mutants, then - no, she'd said real magic. And-]

...dude, trolls? Really? Like, actual trolls, or just people whose mutation makes them look like trolls?

[He ducks in after her, closing the door, but not all of the way. Privacy's probably a good thing, but he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable by closing her in a small room with a guy who's basically a stranger. Then he laughs at that.]

Strange things is in my job description.

[Chloe smiles at that, remembering Simon and how excited he seemed about meeting other races of supernaturals.] Definitely real trolls. [An odd expression crosses her face for a moment.] And definitely not a mutation of some kind.

[She decides to take a seat at his desk chair, angling it away from the desk so she can face him while they talk.] This okay?

[She's smiling again, widely.] Strange things have a penchant for following me, so I think you and I will get along. I know I said I'd give you the low down, but I'm curious, too. You're from New York, that much I know. Are you from the same New York I'm from, though? [Chloe winces, feeling as though she's botching this now.]

S-sorry. It's just easier knowing h-how to describe the people here, and this place, if I know where to start from.

That? Is so cool. I'm pretty sure there aren't any trolls where I'm from.

[The way she said 'mutation of some kind,' though, was definitely pinging him as odd. Still, he nodded when she sat at the desk chair.]

Works for me. And yeah, I think so, too.

[Considering how well they seemed to have been getting along so far, that seemed like a good bet. He liked her.

'The same New York'? Huh. Okay. 'Worlds,' plural, magic, trolls, her seeming nonrecognition of mutation, Bobby's starting to get a clue.]

No worries, I can understand that. I'm not sure, though. Does the word 'mutant' mean anything to you?

[And she's beaming at him, wishing so strongly that she could introduce Bobby to Simon.] There aren't any trolls where I'm from, either. ...I don't think.

[Now she's giving him an odd yet humorous expression.] Aside from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Nope. Sorry. [Her eyes narrow in consideration.] So the word 'supernatural' means nothing to you? Except the meaning in the word itself, I suppose...

New experience for both of us, then!

[He shakes his head.]

No, it doesn't. Except, yeah, the meaning. I'm pretty sure this means we're not from the same New York. There's no way you could not know about mutants, otherwise.

[Someone who doesn't know about mutants. He's...not sure what to think of that, honestly. There's a brief pause.]

Does that mean there's actual supernatural stuff where you're from? Ghosts and witches and stuff?

[She grins and nods.] Guess so.

Bummer. [She really pegged him for a half demon. Huh. Was is wrong to feel so sad about not going home and being able to possibly meet up with him again? Never introduce him to the others? Oh god. Tori would adore him. Maybe it was better this way.]

[At the question, Chloe coughs on her own spit, embarrassingly enough, turning bright red and clutching at her chest until she can get her coughing under control.] Are you psychic? [It's all she can breathe out as she desperately tried to inhale, eyes wide on Bobby's face. She realizes it was probably a good guess, but... that had been one heck of a guess.]

Yeah.

[It was, really. Not only was it just completely mind-blowing to be around someone who didn't know about mutants and everything going on, but someone from a world where that hadn't happened? Hard to process.

He moves to her side when she starts coughing, patting her back until the fit seems to have stopped.

And then he can't help chuckling at her question.]

Not me, but I know a few. Maybe it rubbed off on me.

[He grins at her.]

I figured you were asking about supernatural stuff for the same reason I was asking about mutants. I have mutants where I'm from, you have supernatural stuff. Which is awesome, by the way.

[Her face is still red, so he lowers his body temperature slightly, just enough for his hand to be soothingly cool, and rests it against her forehead. It's an absent movement, one he's done before, as he looks at her in a bit of concern.]

You okay?

Y-you know... huh.

[Maybe she and Bobby weren't too dissimilar after all. Maybe mutants were like supernaturals.]

Ah...thank you.

[She smiles, touched by his concern, seeing as he only just met her. She was so used to hiding what she was, even here it seemed like a defense mechanism. Denial and running. Listening to his words, finally, has her grinning.]

Supernatural stuff is pretty awesome. Well. So long as it isn't trying to kill you. [She winces.] Yes, there are supernaturals where I am from. Humans don't know about us, though. I... thought I was human until I found out otherwise. [She winces. It's kind of upsetting when family turns on you.]

[Coughing now under control, Chloe sighs and smiles, eyes slipping shut as she leans into his cool hand. Then she realizes what she's doing, blushes darker still in embarrassment, and sits back up, pointedly looking anywhere but at him until he hopefully started talking.]

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