[audio/video/text: open]

[too_high]

[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.

Comments

[Audio]

[allfunandgamesuntil]

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?

[text]

[brodakota]

[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.]

[unrecovered]

[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?

[Action]

[guerriera]

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~! ]

[video]

[raisethemoon]

[For a long moment, Luna just stares with narrow eyes. Then, feathers ruffled, she points a hoof at the screen.]

I am going to be watching thee, Agent.

Video

[fearmylaserface]

[Here, have an armored blue form staring at the message for a few moments. He's got his own pricklemane and a meowjesty in the background. ]. You have got to be fucking kidding me. What the hell are you doing here?

[video]

[alwaysfaithful]

[While Chris was surprised at seeing another armored figure much like York and North, he decided to ask the most relevent questions right now.]

Are you injured, Agent? The place you are in, despite how insane it sounds is this: a world of dreams. There are a good number of people trapped here already. You should have a Dream Eater Spirit that will help you in combat should you need to.

[text]

[statisticallyterrible]

Not great timing.

[notquitedracula]

[Ohhh shit. Didn't you just nearly kill me with that big gun-sickle thing a couple days ago?]

...Please don't tell me we're going to have to fight you again. Between friendly fire and that damn thing you were swinging around last time, I almost didn't make it through the last time with my sanity.

So late I am sorry

[colorbymemory]

[The growl made Namine a little hesitant. While she usually introduces herself to most everyone (because she generally checks most of the comm posts and it's only fair to let people know she's here if she's going to do that), growls aren't friendly. Then the text message arrives.]

Agent? Are you a friend of Wash's?