Vivi-Dream.

This was a world that existed only in the realm of deep sleep. Not everyone could reach it. For those select few who could, they would be able to delve into a fantastic world that constantly changed according to what each dreamer brought with them. Their life experiences, personalities, interests – their identity came with them. This could manifest within Vivi-Dream in several ways.

First, the dreamer’s appearance was radically different from their real world persona. The residents of Vivi-Dream called themselves ‘Oneiros’ and they ranged from all kinds of appearances, not just humanoid. Whether monstrous or human-like, these haphazard-looking citizens functioned as a tight-knit community and could interact with each other like regular people. The main clues that the dreamer could reach Vivi-Dream were if they fully remembered their experience after waking, and if they experienced a flash of déjà vu upon meeting a fellow Oneiros in the real world. Whether they liked it or not, these people were inexorably connected through their minds.

Another way the dreamers could affect Vivi-Dream was by integrating their identities into the very landscape itself. These manifested as locations that the Oneiros could then explore to find clues either about the person’s inner conflicts, or to find small pieces of the puzzle surrounding Vivi-Dream’s mysterious existence. Some locations were permanent, especially the hub city the Oneiros have dubbed Remniche. From here, different pathways led to these short-term locations. The closer a location was to Remniche, the more likely it was a permanent fixture in Vivi-Dream. Conversely, temporary locations were a bit further away from this imaginary capital city and required some adventuring.

Regardless of where these spots were situated, there was one thing in common; they barely made any sense by real world standards. For the Oneiros, Remniche was ‘constructed’ to resemble the real world the strongest, being a modern world-like metropolis with some fantastic elements, but at least it made sense. This functioned as a safe zone for the Oneiros to find companions and begin their adventures. Upon leaving Remniche, they would drift further away from reality and into the realm of illogical fantasy, science fiction, western, puzzles, magic, horror, or whatever was created. Nothing could be comprehended logically; a cavern in a sweltering desert led into a freezing glacier, or the area surrounding a pond had inverted colors, or Chinese characters on a sign could be read as German, and many, many other similar phenomena. Some spots had unusual monsters to fend off, others did not.

To be an Oneiros meant to disregard all logic and investigate these locations with an open mind. As each person manifested their identities as these locations as well, everyone also needed to be accepting of that person’s personality and inherent flaws. They would need to cooperate to find an ‘artifact’ that created the location and extract it before the location’s ‘identity’ could spread out too far into Vivi-Dream. The stronger the Oneiros’ emotions, the more the location their mind created could infect the world, which could then harm the other dreamers’ minds in the real world. If this happened, sudden mental ailments and/or suicides could become more frequent in actual life.

As mentioned before, finding the artifact would solve a lingering problem in that person’s mind, or it could be a clue to discovering what Vivi-Dream was. No one knew what it really was, and the community discussed plenty of theories both in the dream world and in real life. Some of these people met at a little restaurant called Reverie Bakery and Café, a quaint coffee and dessert shop where they could quietly discuss what they found the previous night. Not everyone could meet for a variety of reasons; mental health, comas, social phobias, and the like.

Regardless, their common goal was to solve the mysteries surrounding Vivi-Dream. Was it a benevolent world that brought these troubled people together in their time of need? Was it a malicious experiment by some outside persons to investigate the mind against their will? Was it the result of aliens implanting chips into their brains? Was it a video game they were unknowingly logging on to? Was it their spirits temporarily leaving their bodies and entering a spiritual realm? Were these people just overanalyzing what Vivi-Dream was, or was there something critical involved in its existence? Why were some people able to access it and not others? How were they able to remember everything and know who their fellow dreamers were? What was the one commonality these random folks had that allowed them to reach this real yet imaginary world?

These were the huge unknowns surrounding Vivi-Dream. Only the Oneiros could find pieces of this massive puzzle through their myriad investigations and hopefully discover the truth before the real world could be affected.

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Remniche was a regular modern-like town, complete with homes, restaurants, facilities, roads, cars and streetlights. In this safe zone, logic could still be used to navigate the area. This didn’t mean that it replicated every exact facet of reality. For example, the streetlights were colored blue, white and orange rather than red, yellow and green; some buildings resembled pieces from the game Tetris, with even one shaped like an upside-down L and the jutted end sticking out into the air without any visible support; and what would be a gasoline station filled vehicles with tree sap extending from large trees in the park.

Even so, at least up was still up, red could still be perceived as red, and plants smelled the same as they did in reality. Remniche’s layout was nothing compared to the smaller ‘locations’ that branched away from the city, much like small organs connected to a larger heart via intricately interweaving blood vessels. That wasn’t exactly what it was, but this comparison was often used by the resident Oneiros.

In this bustling imaginary city, there existed a huge museum curated by two girls. It was for public display, but it mostly functioned as a warehouse for the owner’s hoarder obsession, showcasing countless artifacts that the duo collected and providing short backstories behind each piece. At the moment, the girls were arranging a shelf to make room for a bag of chips they found in a temporary location they just returned from.

“There we go. Perfect!” the owner, a bubbly girl named Lin exclaimed. She had short blue hair fanned out like wings and one blue eye, while the other was covered with a grey flower and blue ribbon. Otherwise, she wore a simple blue dress, grey bolero and slippers. “Wow, this is amazing! We could almost run a restaurant out of here! Think this is some kind of a trend, Hez?”

The other girl observed their handiwork and scratched her head curiously. Hez was shorter than Lin and had short silver hair tied up into two pigtails with pom pom bobbles. She wore a large white shawl hoodie and cape that covered her upper body, a black velvet skirt and black-and-white sneakers. Hez always appeared timid and bashful, rarely ever smiling and seeking to converse with new people.

“Yeah, I agree with you. Maybe there’s something going on in the real world,” Lin replied. Hez was unable to talk, yet somehow Lin could understand her. It was like their minds were interconnected for some reason. The duo always had to stay together so Lin could translate what Hez wanted to say to other Oneiros.

They couldn’t spend a lot of time pondering about their discoveries when an alarm blared over a green chalkboard with a rough map of Vivi-Dream scribbled on with white chalk. Remniche was drawn in the middle, always unchanging, while other locations were drawn attached with strings. The external locations always shifted, appeared and/or disappeared, and this scribbled map kept track of things.

“What’s happening now?” Lin asked, analyzing the chalkboard with a computer and old-fashioned typewriter attached to it. Hez stood back and watched because the contraption was too complicated for her to use.

Alexander continued yelling. he wasn't sure why, it didn't hurt anymore. his mind kicked in, stop yelling, logic check, pain? nope, all limbs intact? yup, everything working? appears to be, then why was he still yelling? then he remembered, falling, falling for what seemed like forever, then he'd hit the ground, and that was all he could remember, that and so much pain darkness came for him. he blinked, where was he? was he blind, no the darkness was thick like shadow, he reached around and gripped something that felt like a wall, guiding himself upright he blinked a few times, it was light, torches lit the walls, flaming, torches, all down the halls, this looked like a labarynth. turning round he saw what looked like a garden shed with a pot-plant on the floor. "I'm so dead." he stated and sat on the chair in the shed, instinctively taking the thermos there and pouring himself a cup of tea from it. "I'm dead, in hell, and drinking tea." he picked up the pot plant and set it on the shelf, and the entire shed started to move upwards, settling to a halt about two minutes later, the door opening on to a path leading to Remniche. "city." he stated almost absentmindedly, then looked back at the thermos. "tea." he shrugged and settled down to finish his cup of tea.
((he's British, if you haven't guessed))

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Erebus was drifting through the air, passing over Lin and Hez, fluttering round the space by them, he liked following these two they often lead him to the most interesting places with the most awfully twisted and suffering souls, and he loved it. he shifted from shadow to cloth and landed lazily on to one of the cases behind the both of them, one of the corners twisting round to prop the middle up in the imitation of leaning on one's own elbow. wondering in the safety of his own mind when something interesting would happen again.

{Removed, with love.}

"....though if it were the work of the divine, one would expect a far more straight forward allegory. All this randomized shifting and shaping is surely too distasteful to be of intelligent design. More akin to flights of fancy and desire......"

As on any other....."day" in this world, Angarato Elendil was busy talking as though there was someone right beside him, ruminating upon the nature of this place. Why? Because he saw it as his purpose to question the fabric of the universe. He was supposed to be a wizard, after all. Learning about and manipulating the world around him was essentially in his job description. Well, perhaps there was some details about a certain "real person", but Angar knew which one both of them preferred to focus upon. Indeed, this world was a far more entertaining prospect to both of them as well. There was naturally a great deal of mystery behind it, as well as a great deal of potential. The real world was something some people at least believed they understood significantly. However, none could yet claim to truly know what this dream scape was. And Angar intended to be one who could.

"....if one could even preform such a ritual here. I don't even know where one would begin to search for an.....ah!" Angar had ascended to the balcony of his tower, as he often did as he rambled alone. But this time, he observed that there had been a change in the nearby areas yet again. "Always worth investigation, even if it's fairly mundane for this place....." Eventually, the wizard would make his way out of his tower and out into the world. "Might find nothing of note. But no matter. Naught to do but to wonder and to wander....." He felt it paid to take his time choosing a location to investigate. Some seemed far more interesting than others, whether they would lead to something of true importance or not. At the very least, picking the right location would mean he might enjoy the experience.

Alice sat at the end of a long table drinking a cup of tea and munching on a bright red tart as Maddigan spoke with March. The two were rambling on about the latest news of madcaps one moment, bolterfly swarms the next, and finally jumping to what to put into the tea. This was all normal to Alice, although the bolterfly swarms were news to her. She let them ramble on and on until she had had enough for the time being. Not bothering to say anything she simply got up and left, and headed for the central hub. Remniche looked pretty much the same as it usually did once she got to it, nothing new. She noticed a new face or two, which wasn't hard to spot for her, as she went and sat on the steps of the museum. Alice stuck out like a sore thumb there. Her dress had large splashes of blood over it from a recent fight with the tweedle twins, and she had a rather large knife in her right hand that seemed to gleam with hatred. She let her eyes drift shut and let her mind wander as she listened to the city.
A few moments later she heard a alarm-like sound coming from inside the museum. 'hmm... somethings going on again. wonder what it is this time' she thought to herself.

The alarms from Lin’s chalkboard monitor gradually grew so intense that the shrill noise could have woken the dead. She struggled to map each new location as it appeared. All Hez could do was watch in bewildered curiosity.

“Nnnnngh, there’s way more negative locations than usual! Where the heck are the new Oneiros when you need them the most!?” she moaned, and then paused. “Wait a minute… This doesn’t look right… There are some new spots as usual, especially these three, but… Is this even possible?”

About three smaller spots appeared to have their connections to Remniche in a serious jumble, represented by the ‘strings’ connecting them to the main city suddenly becoming snarled and twisted among each other. Then to make things worse, the three spots threatened to engulf each other and fuse into one huge negative hotspot.

“No way!! Hez, did you see that!? They’re fusing!! The psyches of three people are melding into one!! Gyaah, this is terrible!!” Lin panicked and raced all around the museum in a cartoonish flurry. “Why is this happening!? I know we’ve had an influx of bad locations recently, but now they’re beginning to mutate!? This warrants an immediate investigation!! Get off your butt and get ready, Hez! We’re heading into a lion’s den cramped with venomous snakes!”

Hez was bewildered by her partner’s erratic behavior, but wasn’t too surprised by it. Compared to the calmer and level-headed Hez, Lin could erupt into an energetic frenzy like this at a moment’s notice. She wasn’t really sure what to do to ‘get ready’ for such an unexpected venture.

Lin skidded to a stop to take a quick peek at the museum’s stairs. “Ah, a visitor! Bad timing! Hez, put up the closed sign before we have people bugging us! Hurry it up!”

Hez frowned nervously and twiddled her fingers before heading to the janitor's closet to find the sign in question.

Harahel stood outside the doors to the museum. Twisting a scrap of metal he'd picked up from the ground in his hands, he continued to listen to the blurring of the sirens. Curiosity peaked, knowing the museum was a go to place for investigation, he decided to wait for whatever party they would throw together to come outside, when he would make his move.

Harahel was not one for social interaction; he only made connections with others when he found it benefited his research and he preferred to keep to himself, but the museum's notoriety as a haven for artifacts made him cast aside his usual mannerisms. He began to pace as he waited, not wanting to intrude, sure they were likely doing some kind of intelligent planning within the walls of the museum, and not acting erratically and unprofessionally, yet at the same time eager to get off and find out what was going on. The alarms usually meant the appearance of more negative areas ripe for the plundering of intelligence.

He was getting excited.

Erebus saw one of the girls put up the closed sign, grinning as a shadow was hard, still he managed. Drifting down to the down to it he knocked it odd sideways, still more mischief on his mind he spotted the gentleman outside and pulled the door open, incorporeal and invisible it would seem like the door had opened on its own. Next he chased after Lin waiting for her to pause and as soon as she did so he'd make the loudest honking noise he possibly could in to her ear.

Realm

As I walked through the city, I made sure I took in the sights. The city was peculiar, due to how some of the buildings had some rather wacky architecture, although it still seemed very off-putting, seeing such a mess of these structures all in one place. Constantly, only one word came to my mind. Remniche. Weird, yes, but it felt as though it had some sort of connection to this . . . dream. I had yet to explore outside the city, although I supposed it would be best to allow myself some social interaction. I was still getting accustomed to this new body, so I wondered how it would impact others.

I had noticed there was someone standing in front of what I presumed to be a museum, judging from how it looked. I also noticed a man standing in front of the museum, obviously ready to enter, and there seemed to have been some commotion inside of the building as well, which got me even more interested. I snatched the opportunity and made a dash to get inside of the museum. Unfortunately, by the time I had reached the entrance, some girl put up a closed sign and went away before I could have even acted. I assumed this meant my chances of finding out whatever was inside were dashed, but then, the closed sign seemed to have knocked itself down. After that, the door opened by itself. "Spooky," I muttered to myself as I entered, twirling my hair a bit. I surveyed the interior of the museum, trying to decide which way I should go. It had escaped my memory that I wasn't alone, and that there was another gentleman beside me.

Harahel raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl ahead of him walk through the now open door to the museum. He looked around, catching sight of another figure waiting outside on the steps, drenched in blood for one reason or another. 'Pleasant morning to you,' he said as he walked past, not planning to wait around to hear a reply, and instead pacing swiftly up the steps towards the large double doors to the museum. As he entered he felt a wondrous chill, beginning to feel the taste of adventure already. All he had to do now was to find the curators, what were their names? Hen and Liz? Hiz and Len? Ah! Hez and Lin, that was it. Find them, and he'd find his adventure.

Out of politeness he lowered his hood so that it lay limp down the back of his neck and ran a hand through his hair. 'Seems like a lovely place,' he said to himself, looking around at the layout of the museum. It was one of few places in Remniche that seemed to maintain at least some amount of uniformity. He had to admit, he wasn't a huge fan of all these asymmetrical structures that popped up in this city. Looking around for the girl who'd entered before him, and for the curators too, Harahel began to wander around the museum fairly aimlessly. Eventually he found himself back in the main hall, confused and annoyed, so he decided to wait it out here. If the curators and their gang of intrepid explorers, which were very experienced and were made up of many men and women, he had no doubt, wanted to leave the museum, they'd have to come through the main entrance. Then he would pounce and offer his allegiance. Yes, this was a perfect plan!

Lin nearly jumped out of her skin from the sudden noise, yelping, “Ugiiiiiiii!!” before swatting at whatever the hell was making the racket.

Hez failed to notice Harahel as she hurried back to Lin after hearing her scream, finding her batting at the air and looking as white as Hez’s mantle.

“Geez! What was that all about!?” Lin cursed.

She spotted her partner coming back, but that was when they found Realm wandering around the museum’s halls. Lin barked, “Oy! Didn’t I tell you to put the closed sign up!?”

Hez blinked in confusion and pointed back at the entrance. They saw the sign toppled over and a few people gathered inside, presumably to check out what the commotion was with the chalkboard’s alarm.

“Oh, come on…” Lin sighed, looking absolutely frazzled. “I seriously need to add a mute button to that stupid alarm… And it looks like you need to start from scratch about how to run this place, missy! What kind of idiot puts a sign up sideways!?”

Hez waved her hands in defense, but Lin wasn’t having any of it. That was when Lin paused upon glancing at the chalkboard, recalling that three negative zones were fusing into one. If her logic was right and they would have to deal with three dungeons worth of monsters, riddles, and obstacles all at once, perhaps it would be prudent of her to ask these people to form a party.

“Hi, folks! Sorry for all of the noise, but everything’s okay!” she called out to the visitors and waved. “I know this might seem a little sudden, but we’ve got a huge emergency and need to move immediately! Three dungeons are fusing into one and I don’t think the two of us will be enough! If you’d be kind enough to lend us a helping hand, I promise that Hez and I will give you a detailed tour of this museum and of Remniche if any of you are new here!”

Harahel lit up instantly. The thought of assisting these two in the investigation almost drove him into a jovial frenzy. Harahel moved up before anyone else could and instantly shot his hand into the air, seeking to draw attention to himself. 'Count me in!' he cried, doing his best to make sure he was heard. He was sure he had been heard, but he was also forever paranoid that he would lose his chance at adventure, and of course, the gaining of knowledge. The idea of a tour of the museum too was a certain bonus. Oh, he'd be taking so many notes today!

Erebus flitted around the area snickering to himself at the chaos he'd caused upon hearing the request for a mute button he flitted over to the cable that connected the main alarm speaker to the chalkboard systems and pulled the connector out, the sudden silence almost frightening. Gliding back in to the air he settled down on one of the display shelves, watching again with interest, waiting for another chance to cause more mayhem, he was going to enjoy this.
He'd spotted Harahel looking very exited, he grinned, more ideas coming to mind.next moment he was doing his best to move a large, solid object that looked like a floating piano over Harahel so that when he inevitably shot his hand in to the air it'd hit something very, very solid, though he wasn't sure if he'd get it there in time.

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Dice had finished his tea and was walking towards the city, a backpack slung over his shoulder holding the thermos and a few rather lethal looking gardening implements from the shed, he wasn't sure why a tool shed needed a belt full of chemical test tubes with glowing, and as far as he could gather explosive chemicals in them, so he'd appropriated that to and put it round his waist. Upon entering the city he headed towards the most noise, which was the museum and then all of a sudden it stopped. this interested him even more, so he started to run towards it, skidding to a halt before the entrance and sprinting in, ducking a floating piano and looking round. "awww. I was kinda hoping something unusual was going on."

Alice had wandered in behind the others out of pure curiosity, and noticed that there was indeed an interesting group here. Walking over to the map, if it could really be called that, and saw the fusing areas. "Count me in. I deal with enough insanity in the wonderful horror, i don't want more strange things to deal with." She wiped her blade across the lower hem of her dress, causing a new smear of blood to appear. She looked over at the others, curious as to who else would join in. "Hopefully I'm not alone in this?" Alice stood with her blade arm hanging and her free arm holding onto her elbow, giving her a creepy yet carefree look.

Harahel looked up to see a piano floating in the air just a whisper away from his fingertips. Instantly feeling perturbed and, for the most part confused, he wretched his hand back out of the air and away from the piano. Suddenly the only thing he sensed in the room was the piano. He was powerfully fixated on it, and blocked out everything else. He didn't even notices the blood stained girl walking up to the map nonchalantly. Harahel began to pace beneath the piano, occasionally reaching up to touch it and then quickly recalling his hand as if bitten by some kind of rabid animal. He took his book from the sling across his chest and pulled a pencil from his jacket. He opened the book and began taking notes, intrigued by the otherworldly nature of this magical floating piano. Surely some external force was causing this effect, but he could see no strings nor other devices that would hold it in place. He was most certainly receiving strange looks from the gathering, but he didn't care. He kept taking notes and drawing the piano and its surroundings in his book. When he was satisfied he'd written enough down, he placed the book back in his chest sling and resumed testing.

Pulling over a stack of boxes, he was sure nobody would mind, he clambered up so that he had to arch his head to keep it from touching the bottom of the piano. Slowly, with the apprehension of a swimmer reaching out to test the temperature of the water, he raised his face to the bottom of the piano. He smelled it. It smelled like a piano. He examined it close up with his eye. It looked like a piano. He pressed his ear against it. It didn't sound like a not-piano. Finally, unsatisfied with his current "research" he licked the bottom of the piano and was instantly appalled. Varnish! It tasted like a piano.

He hopped down from the boxes and held his chin in his palm, humming loudly, still as oblivious to everyone else as ever. He was about to start throwing things at the piano when he was suddenly jolted from his brief phase of fascination and re-noticed everyone around him. Slightly embarrassed, he clapped his arms to his side and retook his position looking at Hez and Lin, coughing, and twitching nervously. His eyes darted left and right. He hoped nobody had been paying too much attention.

Hez didn't really care about Harahel's little 'research project', nor about much else going on - she was often detached from what was happening around her, preferring to just blend in the background and let her partner do the socializing. Lin had no idea what to be more baffled by; the floating piano, or the guy studying it with exuberant intent.

"I'm not gonna bother..." she sighed in exasperation.

Alice: "Hopefully I'm not alone in this?"

"Certainly doesn't look like it," Lin nodded. "Well, time's a'wasting! I know I'm being rude about not asking your names or anything, but that anomaly isn't gonna fix itself! We can handle the introductions on the way there!"

Lin grabbed Hez's hand and guided the group out of the museum, pulling up a scribbled map of Remniche to find the closest route to the freak triple-fusion dungeon. They encountered Dice loitering around the facility's main steps.

Dice: "awww. I was kinda hoping something unusual was going on."

"Not just something unusual, but an uber-mega catastrophe if we don't get moving!" Lin exclaimed. "I'm assuming you're here for the same reason these folks are. I don't have time to explain right now, but I'll tell you everything while we're on the move. That if, if you're planning on joining us. We could use all the help we could get for this trip."

Harahel noticed Hez and Lin leaving the museum in a hurry. He quickly jumped out of his awkward position and began to pace after them, not keen on the idea of missing out on what was to come. He passed the rest of the gathering and hastily shuffled through the museum doors. Once outside he pulled his hood back over his head so that it cast a shadow over his face. It was time for adventure!

Sounds unusual enough for me" dice commented and jogged with them still confused as to what on earth this place was. "so where are we?" he asked, "hell? Because I think I'm dead" he wasn't sure if he was, but if this was, he might as well enjoy it. "also, who are you people?" he added as an after thought.

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Erebus saw the group leaving, dropped the piano and raced after them. Oh, he was going to enjoy this mess.

"Hell? Far from it! Don't worry, you're still alive. You're actually in Vivi-Dream, a dream world that connects several people in the world to this one location. Some of us are just asleep, others are unconscious, and even some are in a coma, but how you get here is irrelevant," Lin explained. "We appear in this world as characters called Oneiros, and our appearances are based upon our life experiences, interests and personalities. Then we're tasked with investigating 'zones' outside of this main city Remniche; the harmless ones are permanent, but some of them are festering with negative emotions that some dreamers haven't resolved in their lives. If that negativity isn't resolved and it spreads too wide, all of Vivi-Dream - and thus everyone residing inside it - will be affected. You'll wake up to find yourself experiencing somebody else's fears and memories, and maybe they'll experience yours as well. Imagine what would happen if hundreds of people were afflicted at once!

"So that's where we come in. We go to these zones and find the cause of the negative energy by finding an 'artifact' connected to those feelings and purifying it. Voila! The dreamer will wake up feeling refreshed, and the negative zone disappears. Problem solved," Lin nodded proudly. "My museum here houses a bunch of artifacts that my partner and I found during our adventures. Speaking of which, my name's Lin, and this lil' shrimp is Hez."

Lin patted Hez's head, but the short-statured girl pulled her hood up bashfully. "She's not able to talk, so don't be upset if she doesn't answer any questions. She'll tell me what she wants to say, and then I'll translate it for her. It's sort of a mental connection we have, but I don't know why that is.

"Oh well, don't let it bother you. Let's just focus on dealing with this really weird dungeon. For some reason, three 'zones' are fusing into one, and that's never ever happened before. You might be new, but don't think this type of accident is par for the course. Usually we just deal with one zone at a time, so dealing with three may require a big group like this to work together. Well, you'll see what I mean shortly."

Lin finished her incessant chattering, always eager to provide so much information to newcomers that it would make them dizzy. She glanced around at the others, waiting to hear their introductions.

"and that floating- ok now fallen, piano?" Dice asked, then remembered "wait not dead? but I litrally just fell off a huge cliff. like hit the ground everything went cold. pop. wake up here. so, that must mean I'm in a comma...chameleon." he added almost absentmindedly and looked at Lin. "I guess. I'm dice then, when I was alive I was a bit of a risk taker, still am I hope." he said grinning and stretching. "so go back to the where this place is bit? I kinda got the if your unconscious you come here bit. but like. I woke up in a labyrinth and then went up some fancy elevator in to a garden shed, well my shed, with tea and everything, lethal gardening implements included. also why all the funky names? and why are we all here? why are they fusing...just why?" the questions got faster and faster untill Dice was just asking them for the sake of answers rather than understanding. "aaaand now i have a headache."