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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew. Table. Large plate of fried paradoxes.*

*He's munching on one, and eyeing the others pensively.*

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[stilljustandrew]

So uh ...

What brings you here?

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He looks wry.

"I died."

"I'm told that's not uncommon as an entrance, here. It wasn't what I was expecting, for certain."

[stilljustandrew]

...Oh. Sorry to hear that.

*He looks a bit uncomfortable. You'd think he'd be used to this by now, but he's never sure quite how to respond to someone telling him of their own death.*

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Good thing Alain has absolutely no intention of giving details, then. He makes a don't worry about it gesture.

"How did you find it?"

[stilljustandrew]

By accident. It was the middle of the night, I was going for a drink of water, I stepped through a door and I was here. Been stuck here ever since.

*He rattles it off with the cadence of something he's repeated many times by now.*

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

"Ah. You don't seem to mind it, at least."

[stilljustandrew]

Well...

It's a good place. There's good people here.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He smiles.

"Yes, there are."