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[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

[There's a boy with a guitarcase hanging from his shoulder, paper at hand. His face looks utterly confused as his head goes from the paper, to twisting around and looking at his surroundings.]

This doesn't look like Beatnation at all, but I did get off at the airport...What the hell?


[Luke, from beatnation. He's a musician, more specifically a guitar player.]

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[beholdher.livejournal.com]

[ random female!ion passing. she's way too curious, though she hesitates for a moment before she says anything to him. ]

Are you new?

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

[Looks at this person speaking to him, and tilts his head. What strange clothing] I am but...this place looks nothing like the map.

[beholdher.livejournal.com]

May I see the map? If you don't mind, that is.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

[And gives her the map as he gets a closer look, wondering what she plays or does in the music business]

[beholdher.livejournal.com]

[ looks over the map, not noticing his studying of her. ] It would seem that this map isn't of this place... And just when I thought I could have found a way out for everyone! Hmm.

[ holds it out to him again. ] You're somewhere completely different.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

What do you mean I'm "Somewhere different"?

[beholdher.livejournal.com]

Just that, unfortunately. No one really knows where we are, and neither do I. I really hate to break the bad news...

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

I don't think I'm getting this...

[beholdher.livejournal.com]

I know how difficult it is...

Um, oh! Hello, my name is Ion.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the insanity.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

[He's going to stare at you for a second or two. Strange similarity...] Thanks. Though...[Looks at his map] the insanity looks nothing like the paper says.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Usually doesn't. Hey, name's Ana. Might know an asshole guy version of me named Asch?

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Name's Luke...and no, I'm afraid I don't.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

One of you that doesn't know a version of me already. Damn.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

What's this whole "version of you" thing? You've got a bunch of twins or something spread all over the world?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I wasn't fucking kidding when I said insanity. You'll see people here that look exactly like people you know but aren't. Like, I've seen girls that look like my twin. Aren't her, though. Lots of my boyfriend. Lots of me.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Wh-what? You're kidding me, right?

[fononfailure]

*hey, Luke. here's someone who looks aaaaawfully like you. only, they're wearing a green, slightly sparkly, floor length, halter top dress and in such an outfit, it's clear this person is in fact a female. if flat chested.*

Oh joy. Fresh meat.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Whoa...When Father said that he'd get look-alikes of me to confuse the crowds he wasn't kidding.

[fononfailure]

Confuse the crowds? *notices the guitar case and moves in for a closer look.* You're a musician?

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

I am. Isn't a lot of the people musicians in Beatnation, though?

[fononfailure]

I'm not sure where that is, but it isn't here.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Huh? But I was exiting the airport just a few moments ago...

[fononfailure]

Sorry, you're not home or where ever you're supposed to be. It just happens like that.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

How does something like that just happen?