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[The feed switches on and cycles through mediums, from audio of something softly growling, to black and white armored hands, flash of a gold visor, and blue sky above as the device is fiddled with, and then settles on text. A couple moments pass before any words are entered.]

AGENT MAINE TO COMMAND. REQUESTING STATUS. UNKNOWN DEPLOYMENT. CLARIFY.

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Maine?

[York has been wrestling for several minutes with how to ask "what's the last thing you remember" without references to Sigma. If Sigma were there, Maine would have mentioned it, right?]

How'd you end up here?

WOKE UP.

[Seriously, he was in the infirmary like, two minutes ago.] STIREP?

[Admittedly, this was something North was pretty sure he wouldn't have to deal with for a while. Figures the universe would have other plans.

He's not sure how to engage. He says he's Maine, and not anything else, but from where on the timeline. It's scary to think that he can't trust a friend like this. Or that he has to be afraid of Maine (okay he is scary sometimes) rather than relying on him.

Theta senses North's hesitation and decides that he better take matters into his own hands.]

Uh....Hi! This is Agent North Dakota and Theta. You're in a dream world called Traverse Town and uh...yeah.

[He is trying to be helpful.]

[He knows that sound- he knows that sound- but the Meta is dead and the Nightmare version is dead but really when has that ever stopped this place from throwing dead allies in his face-]

[And he'd introduced himself as Maine. And Sigma wasn't doing the talking. That...that said quite a bit, actually.]

[And if all else failed...well, Luna was disappointed she'd missed out on the fight with the Meta. If things went south, Wash knew she'd back him up here.]

Maine?

Okay, let me say it's gonna sound crazy. We're trapped in some kind of dream world and trying to figure out a way out of it. The Moogles - the flying bear things - have a pretty good explanation.

[And there are SPARTANs, but that isn't important right now.]

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[There's a hesitation. Theta? Who was Theta? North he knew, though, so by extension he figures for the moment he can float a bit of trust Theta's way.]

TALKED TO MOOGLES.

NEED OBJECTIVE + RALLY POINT.

[Wash, what? He just said that. Was he having trouble reading? Maybe he lost an eye like York. Maine lost track of him after they all fell off the skyscraper.]

???

[~~what do you want cockbite~~]

MOOGLES = FRIELNDIES?

[AKA Can he shoot them or no?]

[~~Nah, he didn't lose an eye; just his mind.~~ Well that was helpful. He's still going to tread carefully, just in case, but...man, he really hates how badly this place fucks with him sometimes.]

Have you talked to the Moogles yet? They have a pretty good handle on the situation.

YEAH

[He didn't shoot any of them. Aren't you proud?]

GOT THIS THING

[He switches to video for a moment to pan down and show off the eager priklemaine at his feet, before flipping the communicator around and switching back to text.]

ALLY?

Moogles are friendlies. You should also have gotten a companion that'll watch your six, or the parts to make one anyway.

GOT A PORCUPINE.

[Or well, something close to it.]

Yeah, it'll back you up.

[Okay, that's good to know.]

LOCATION?

[Where is everyone and where is he supposed to go next?]

I can come over to where you are; you still where you woke up?

[He can probably file this under things that everyone else will yell at him for later. Delta's certainly making his disapproval known in the back of York's head right now.]

YEAH

[More or less. He's been wandering but it hasn't been far.]

OMW

Mrewwww~

[ Green whiskers twitched as a bright pink cat-thing with strawberry tipped, triangle-ears skipped playfully along the quaintly cobbled streets. Carrying a small bag in its mouth, it made its way towards where the moogles had set up shop in the First District.

Or did, until it saw the stranger in white-ish armor. A type of armor that she recognised, even if the Person and the Person's spirit weren't remotely recognised.

Course was thus diverted - time to go say hello! - and the Frootz Cat headed towards Maine instead. It was hard to miss on a good day: Bright pink and carrying itself on SIX legs, the giant cherry that formed its tail spun, making the leaf capped stalk flutter like a flag. A peach dangled from a small collar at its throat, and as if to add to the weirdness, it had a aqua-teal bow around it's neck too.

Offering a very curious and musical meow from around knee height, it - she - seemed to smile up at Maine as she approached, another meow making her presence known. Hello, Person~! ]

Good. They know a lot. You should also have a spirit.

I guess we can come find you. It's easy to get lost around here.

[Maine's expecting company, but not a cat, and certainly not a cat as messed up looking as this one. Too many colors and fruits to process -- is it a cat or a rainbow farmer's market throw up? He brings his Brute Shot down, but stays his trigger finger.]

[His pricklemaine bounces forward a couple steps, then tries to posture himself all 'big and strong' in front of Maine, as if setting up a defense. His tail bounces from side to side, though, and his posturing gives way to excitement at seeing another dream eater. He falls into a stubby-legged bow and growls playfully.]

[Maine will be in roughly the same spot, just looking around and taking in his surroundings as his Pricklemaine leaps around and plays at his feet.]

HAVEN'T MOVED. YORK INBOUND.

[York waves as he walks up. He's got Max and Sparky with him; Max runs ahead, barking a cheerful hello at Maine's pricklemane. It's probably better to just act friendly and find out what's going on, as long as Maine doesn't try to kill him right away.]

Hey, how are you holding up?

[Maine tips his head back in greeting. His own dream eater bounces from side to side in excitement, then tries to settle into a defensive position and look intimidating, then loses it a moment later to excitement again and rushes awkwardly to meet with Max.]

[Maine hefts a growl, this isn't exactly the sort of engagement he'd signed up for.]

[Yes, actually. You're the exception to the rule.]

Yeah. That's a Pricklemane - a kind of Dream Eater, a Spirit. They're good in combat. Watch out for the Nightmares, though - they'll attack on sight.

Where are you?

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