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_{[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?

The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?

After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]}

...Who are you people.

Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?

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[...he might have passed this over, if not for the fact this person said his damn mother's name.]

theres some kernel of truth to what the powers that be in this abomination of a tower claim but it should be taken with a truly ludicrous dose of salt

i maintain that its hardly as simple as they say

in any case in regards to your latter question i would

...

give me a moment

[he switches on the video feed. Have a 13 year old kid who, gender and slight darkening of associated color aside, looks startlingly like Roxy.

...and, somewhat more disturbingly, bears something of an uncanny resemblance to Dirk's bro in his younger years, and Dirk himself.]

It would appear that, current status aside, you know something of my mother's present activities--as if anything of the sort is even possible--that I do not.

Enlighten me--oh, I beseech.

[dripping with ironic snark, but the question remains genuine. what the fuck is even going on, who is this.]

_{[Dirk has little opinion on the text he's reading at first. It's information he's heard by now and started to assume anyway. He's about to respond when the video feed cuts on.

For a long moment, he's just staring at the face on the monitor. His mind is racing because yes he can see all the resemblances. It's a little disconcerting, but he's sure it's one of the alternate universe things. Even still, he's got to be certain. Just in case.]}

You aren't from some future where Roxy and I have a kid, are you?

_{[He can't even move onto answering the kid's question right away. He's in a bit of a shock, although his expression doesn't reveal that at all.]}

Last I heard from her, she was under attack like I was.

By the same ectobiological process that I can only assume you've some awareness of. Paradox space had to have everything perfectly crafted to serve its ends. Typical, wouldn't you say?

[Ah, the old Strider poker face.]

I shouldn't have expected anything different.

[truth be told, he had no idea what the actual fuck to expect. but at this point he's not surprised that paradox space seems to be out to screw him and those close to him over.]

Figures as much. I shouldn't really be surprised at all. It's still a bit of a shock, to be honest.

_{[He jerks his shoulder in a slight shrug.]}

I wish I had more to tell you, but in the end, my Roxy wouldn't be the one you're looking for anyway.

_{[He pauses.]}

Name's Dirk, by the way.

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oh god i'm so late to this. text; -> video;

/pet. das okay; video

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