xx1

[itssymbolic]

[Action - Peepers Street in front of his house]

[There's a guy stumbling out of 436, looking shocked and confused and soaking wet. He coughs a few times, doubled over on the sidewalk, his body rather obviously trying not to choke. How'd he get so wet? Who the hell knows.

Maybe you should go and ask him why he's making a puddle in the middle of the street if you're so curious.]

Comments

[itssymbolic]

Are you sure?

[noluckduck]

Pretty sure. Ya don't see any fire around, do ya?

[itssymbolic]

I don't, but I know for some... Never mind.

So this place just drags people here for no reason? Or do we all have a reason for being here...? [He suddenly gets a slightly suspicious look on his face, like he's about two brain cells firing away from saying "So what'd you do?"]

[noluckduck]

... Haven't really noticed a pattern, other than most people here bein' weirdos.

[itssymbolic]

"Kill people" weirdos, or just weirdos?

[noluckduck]

Both, really.

[itssymbolic]

[James just kinda. Nods dumbly.

Well at least he'd fit in!]

...So which category are you in? [Might as well ask]

[noluckduck]

Oh, I'm normal.

[itssymbolic]

No one's normal.

[noluckduck]

Speak for yourself, buddy.