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[lostandfinder]

Characters: Sefton (lostandfinder) & Chivy (polarisation).
Location: Nondescript city; starts in a nondescript house and will work its way from there.
Time: April 28th, early morning.
Summary: Sefton wakes up to a... startling predicament, and quickly contacts Chivy.
Warnings: Excessive bickering.

Sefton awoke, strangely uncomfortable. It took him a few moments to figure out why: not only was he not where he had fallen asleep (a fire escape), but something was wrong. His skin felt as though a sheet of plastic had been wrapped over it and replaced his usual sense of touch.

He jolted up, feeling out at the back of the couch he found himself situated on. Where was he? The living room looked innocuous enough, but it was unfamiliar. More than that, it was... lived-in. Homely. Recently occupied. Somewhere, he knew it was dumb to jump to conclusions, but Sefton couldn't help the paranoia creeping into his veins like searing fire. It goaded him into moving, heading for the doorway he hoped was the exit. (Thankfully, it was early enough morning that it sounded like no one else was awake. It could have been all for show, but even still, it calmed a few nerves.)

Then, he stopped. In the hallway across from the doorway was a mirror. The reflection staring back at him...

... was Chivy.

"What?" he found himself saying aloud, then saw Chivy's—his?—eyes widen as he recognized the voice. That was him. He was Chivy. It didn't entirely register - it was just too bizarre - but, even so, Sefton found himself worrying for his friend. If he was Chivy... then where had Chivy gone?

Something in the reflection caught his eye, and he whirled around to make sure he wasn't imagining it. There! A phone! Perfect. Checking the hallway confirmed that no one was up and about yet to see Chivy running around like a paranoid lunatic, which Sefton figured was probably a good thing. With that taken care of, he lunged for the phone and begun dialing.

Pick up... pick up, Chivy!

Comments

[polarization]

Chivy nodded, pocketing the phone and reaching for his knapsack. He actually hit something that resembled awake when he realized that: a) his knapsack was nowhere in sight, b) Sefton's bag was, c) his feet were cold, and d) his feet were cold because he had on Sefton's shoes. With all of that accomplished, another half dozen things that were just plain wrong with the situation vied for his attention, the loudest of which being that he had just spoken with someone who sounded eerily like himself on a phone that should belong to Sefton.

The only way he could have gotten down from the fire escape faster would have been to jump (although he did fall a good part of the way), and he was running toward the park almost before he hit the ground.