THE POST-GAME "EVERYBODY GETS TO VISIT EVERYBODY ELSE" MEME

[devoutish]

Good news! The mysteries of the town have all been uncovered and solved, and characters have found a way to harness the power that brought them here in order to return home. Even better, they've gained total control over its workings, allowing them to visit other worlds on a temporary or permanent basis. Want to go home with your new friends? Want to live on your own world but take free vacations to visit them whenever you want? It's all doable!

Leave a comment briefly describing your character's world/home for other people to comment to. Thread out a visit, create shenanigans, do whatever you want GO CRAZY

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[headjacked]

Awesome.

[ He's so, so giddy about this. Giddy enough to playfully mess with the kid doing the escorting.

Just a little. ]

And me, well. You would believe me if I told you.

[ He just points up, leaving it vague, and more than a little weird. ]

[devoutish]

[He's giving Rhys an even weirder look now.]

They're not gonna let you in the front door.

[headjacked]

Is there a password, orrrr does he have to meet me outside?

[devoutish]

[The guy laughs.]

Alfie Solomons? He's not gonna meet with you at all, looking like that.

[He's totally wrong, because the second Alfie hears that there's a weird man in weird clothes wandering around looking for him, he's going to swear loudly and rush out to see which Norfinbury fuck is making a spectacle of themselves this time. But this random guy off the street doesn't know that.]

[headjacked]

[ Oh, it's going to be like that, is it? Rhys (probably foolishly) decides to use his height as an intimidation factor. The only one he has, considering the rest of his build, and the missing body parts. ]

Shows what you know. Alfie and I, we've been through some shit.

[devoutish]

[The guy narrows his eyes, backing up a little.]

I don't want no trouble. Go find him, if you like.

[headjacked]

[ HaHA. SUCCESS. Rhys strides confidently towards the warehouse, and if he meets any more opposition -- ]

Hey. I'm expected.

[ ...s...orta. ]

[devoutish]

[NOT SO FAST, RHYS! Ollie is at the door, doing his Ollie thing. He crosses his arms, blocking the doorway.]

Who are you?

[Behind him, people are already rushing off to tell Alfie about the crazy guy.]

[headjacked]

[ Briefly, Rhys feels like he's staring at a shorter parallel version of himself, but that passes. Because that's ridiculous.

He doesn't have two arms to mirror the gesture, so he just plants the one hand he has on his hip. ]

Rhys.

Alfie knows who I am.

[devoutish]

[Ollie's eyes widen a little. He clearly recognizes the name, even though he doesn't say so.]

Wait here.

[He's also not taking any chances.]