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Who: Jay Merrick and You
What: Jay fell unconscious in Rosswood Park and woke up on a magic island. He's not yet sure if this is a good thing.
When: January 29th, morning
Where: The Storyteller's Temple
Warnings: Language, Jay being an anxious wreck; will update as things come up!

This is wrong. Deeply, deeply wrong. He's either still dreaming, or he's still hallucinating, or he's dead, because the only remaining option doesn't just happen.

Sure, maybe the supernatural exists, but it doesn't talk to you in your dreams, and it doesn't spare you from getting your memories scraped out of your head by ~~that thing,~~ and it doesn't drop you off in...okay, maybe it does drop you off in an overgrown, abandoned building, but not one that looks like this.

He leans up against something that definitely isn't a mana pool, because mana pools don't exist. His phone is gone. His camera--shit, his camera's dripping, and the viewfinder screen won't light up, and it won't even turn on, it just keeps making this thin, whining noise before fizzling out again, and come on come on COME ON this can't happen

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"Yeah."

Michael sounds nonchalant. Is he being a little too nonchalant, perhaps? "But it's fine. They say you'll get back at the same point in the timeline when you left - going off what I know about this sort of thing, that makes perfect sense."

What. What. Talking rabbits, bags of rice generating out of thin air, and now time travel?

"Just saying," Jay snipes, "I don't think that's quite as good a thing as you're making it sound."

Jay sure as hell doesn't want to go back there, and he most definitely doesn't want to go back to the same point in time.

"No? Normally people find that comforting." Well, people might come from less-than-pleasant circumstances, he guesses.

There's nothing much to be done about it, though. As far as Michael knows, there's no way to control it in the opposite direction, either. "You might like the part about some people getting stuck here for years, then?"

Jay weighs this new information. On the one hand, it's not Rosswood. On the other hand, the thought of being stuck here for years without any access to the evidence he left back home is enough to make the panic set in.

Well, the panic had already set in a while ago, but this sure as hell didn't help.

"Eh." He's hoping the faux-nonchalance is more convincing than it feels. "Still on the fence about that one."

Michael looks at him for a moment, as if judging whether the attitude's real or not. Either way, whatever decision he comes to, it doesn't make that big a difference.

"Well, that's the way it is. I haven't found a way around it yet, doubt you're going to." Leaning forward, he pulls the edge of the rice bag towards him a bit. "How long are you supposed to leave it in there? All our phones back home are waterproof."

Jay fumbles.

"I dunno." He wishes he knew. He wishes he knew whether or not this would do anything. He wishes his camera were still recording right now. "Overnight, maybe?"

Then the last bit hits him.

"Wait, where're you from?" Jay's from the far-flung year of 2013, and while waterproof phone cases aren't exactly uncommon, the phones themselves are typically pretty screwed if they get waterlogged.

Michael pauses for a moment, mentally reviewing what he just said. Was it the phones? He thought humans had waterproof ones, too. His humans are all from a little farther on in Earth's timeline, maybe that's it.

"Oh, I'm not a human. We have better phones." Is that an answer to the question that was asked? Absolutely not! But it comes out to the same thing, in his opinion.

"What."

Should he really be that surprised? He just met a talking rabbit. He's on a magic island. His camera's broken. Is this really that weird by comparison?

"I mean, you--like, I assumed, 'cause...I mean, you look human."

Is that an insult? Is he gonna take that as an insult? Hell if Jay knows.

Nah! Michael chuckles a little, leaning back. "Thanks. It's the suit." He's wearing an actual, literal suit, but it's the loose skin on the back of his hand that he pinches for a second.

"Our phones sort of exist in a separate pocket dimension," he continues, waving a hand at the air to bring up his lockscreen. It's some Tony Stark shit. There's a picture of him with a younger brunette woman on it, but he doesn't proceed to unlock it. "It can't connect to the network or anything, but it can't get water damage."

Oh god. Yeah, he thinks he caught onto the meaning there. Suit.

Jay's not sure he wants to know what's under the suit. No, that's a barefaced lie. He wants to know so badly.

But then the phone comes up, and that grabs his immediate attention. "So, 'cause I'm not human, I'm stuck with a rock instead of that?"

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