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[The device crackles on, and a young blond with a scar running down one side of his forehead comes into view. He might look like someone already here--one Alex Summers. But this? Isn't the one already existing.

This one? Looks more than a bit annoyed, but he’s attempting to control it. The muscles in his jaw flex as he presses his lips into a thin line. Once or twice he nearly talks, but stops himself, as if he’s rethinking what he was about to say.

Alex knows the consequences of flying off the handle. It’s happened before; it’s gotten others hurt.

He’ll keep this short, and to the point. Because that’s what he does.]

Look, I don’t know if Genero is running this show or not; I don’t care. I’m tired of the bullshit, and I just want answers.

[He holds up a black mask.]

And this? I’m not wearing this again.

[He tosses it down, then leans forward slightly. There are more troubling things to deal with, than a damn mask. Like after a quick survey of the room, he didn't see Sean, Teddy--any of the others. Maybe he missed them, but he has a sneaking suspicion he didn't.]

I want to know where the others are, and I want them awake.

We’ve been dreaming long enough.

[And as he reaches out for the device, he mutters under his breath, softly]

This is bullshit.

[The feed ends.]

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No, actually.

[No one has really told him anything.]

Then allow me to be the first to welcome you to what everyone here's calling a spaceship. There's no windows to look out of to prove it and we haven't been off the ship since I got here, so take that however you will. [ He gives a noncommittal shrug. Him and Brian are fairly certain it's a load of crap, but it's the most popular theory currently. ]

No one knows how we got here, the initial passengers are all missing and the captain must have some kind of social anxiety issue, because he rarely ever shows his face.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

[How the hell did he get stuck in two similar places?]

I just got out of a place kinda like this.

Except it was a city.

[Of dreams. Fuck.]

[ That's... interesting. His brow furrows a moment. ]

Someone really annoying in charge of wormholes must really like you.

[ Justin chews at the inside of a lip, tilting his head for a moment. ]

You arrived in the city in the same way? No idea how you got there?

Trust me, that isn't the half of it.

[He's heard some seriously weird shit about one version of himself.]

No fucking idea. We were told we were 'asleep'. Then I wake up here.

I don't think it's a coincidence.

And I'm guessing from the distinct disdain there, it didn't really go that great for you.

[ Which worries him a good deal about this place. ]

No one's told us we're asleep here. Just in space. If that sounds much better to you.

Oh no, it was a regular laugh riot.

[He snorts.]

Not really. Makes me think I was here the whole time--just...stuck in the pod thing.

[ Eyeroll. ] I was just asking, don't be a bitch about it.

If that's the case, I'm pretty sure you're the only one. No one else has come in talking about masks and dream worlds.

[Alex gives him a 'really' look, and snorts.]

Do you normally like pissing off people who you know nothing about, douchebag?

[Oh his favorite word he learns from the future.]

And yeah, I've figured that out now, thanks for stating the obvious.

[ Eyebrows raised because oh look who has claws. ] Only the ones that are moody and sarcastic. You're special.

[ Lovely application, Alex, the judges give it a 9. Justin gives a short laugh. ]

Oh, I'm sorry, I assumed since you were going on about people who don't exist here that you were completely clueless, my bad, apparently you just have attitude issues.

A stupid blond kid thinks I'm special. Call the fucking papers.

[That's Alex. Always the sweetheart.]

Yeah I get told that a lot.

You got a name, or should I just continue to call you douchebag.

Hello Pot, I'm Kettle, nice to meet you. Not that special yet, but you're getting there. I've got faith.

[ He's precious, really. And despite the fact he's being a catty little twat right now, Justin's actually smirking a bit. ]

Not surprised. And it's Justin Taylor. So, do I stick to Sourpuss or do I get a name for you?