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Turn 01 || Lelouch [In Person]

[So here's the thing. When the last thing you remember is the intent to shoot yourself up with a mind-altering substance, and then suddenly you wake up in your dorm room back at school, and THEN you walk out the door and you're on the beach of a tropical island, in nothing but swim trunks with a warm breeze hitting you in the face, you come to only one conclusion.

That you are high as a kite.

So he just kind of stands there. Staring. This might be the first time in his life he is rendered irrevocably speechless. He is completely convinced he actually DID take Refrain and this is some kind of flashback to what is supposed to be a happy memory and he SUPPOSES that should mean Kamine Island, because it was kind of fun and happy, although also complicated and a little sad, like most things in his life, and also he remembers that he has no extreme survival skills AT ALL.

But that's okay, you don't need survival skills while on a drug trip. Right?

Right.]

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You doin' alright man? You look a little lost. [~~SUDDENLY- a wild roadie appears, what will you do?!~~ Eddie questions as he walks up, having caught sight of Lelouch while walking around the camp area.] Lemme guess, you're new right?

[Whoa. That's... no one Lelouch remembers, ever. Shouldn't he be here with, oh, say, Euphie?

...

Right. Actually, random beefy man might be better than seeing his dead half-sister again.]

Ah. Yes, I am. Are you my... [He eyes Eddie, trying to figure out what usefulness to his psyche the stranger could possibly have.] Spirit guide?

[Hey, he's never done drugs before. Especially not Refrain. He has no idea how it's supposed to work.]

[The pause makes Eddie raise his brow, warily watching the tall gangly teenager.]

Spirit guide? Uh, don't think so man. I can be a guide an show you round, but not very spirit-y.

Oh. Okay. That'd be fine. You can lead the way.

[He looks around and notices there are a bunch of other tents nearby.] Are there many others here?

[Kamine Island was not inhabited. At least not on the beaches. The presence of others suggested... how lonely he was? He wasn't sure if Refain was intended to be so, well, symbolic. Wasn't it supposed to incite euphoria, as well? He just felt confused. Maybe this was a bad batch?]

Uh, sure. [Eddie gives a weak shrug motioning for the purple eyed teenager to follow after him. The larger man walking through the sand, probably leading Lelouch out of the tent area.]

Yeah, a few, I don't have too solid of a count of how many people are here, but I'm guessing in the twenty seven to twenty eight range.

[The ~~large~~ massive man definitely isn't a spirit guide, like he claims. He doesn't seem very... inspired. Lelouch resists the urge to rub his eyes and make sure the man is still there.]

Almost thirty people? Who are they? Do I know them all?

[Seriously, why would he subconsciously populate this island with strangers?]

[Don't tempt fate Lelouch, otherwise you might end up with a heavy metal spirit guide playing guitar and being entirely odd. Eddie for now just not sure what to even make of Lelouch. He leading the noodle boy through the massing of tents.]

Since you just got here, probably not. Not unless everyone forgot to tell me something.

[The feeling is mutual, Eddie. They don't have heavy metal in Britannia.]

Uh. Okay. So strangers gather here.

[Should he mention Refrain? Do drug users talk about what they're using or is it like some unspoken bond?]

None of us really choose to come here, but it could be worse. I guess. [Eddie looks decently thoughtful at that, not sure whether to dislike their situation intently or just roll with the whole beach thing.] The author kind of just chucks a shit ton of people into one place an hopes for the best I guess.

[You've lost him. Being high sucks. :(]

Wait... who's the author?

[If only he had used the bong of destiny.]

The author is this crazy chick who controls this place, she drags people here against their wills. She's the reason all of us are here right now.

[Lulu ACTUALLY high might cause most paranoid freakout you could ever imagine. So maybe that's not a good idea.]

... I see. [Goddammit, this IS a bad batch. D: How long till he comes out of it?] How do people, ah... leave? Do you know?

[Can a hallucination really help him with that?]

[The fact the bong of destiny is made of Satan's horn probably wouldn't help matters either.]

Yeah, I know it sounds loopy, but its true. [Small shrug on Eddie's part, he guessing that was why the teenager was acting loopy.] No way to leave in the regular manor, though we're trying to figure a way to fit everyone on boats so we can leave this beach at least.

Uh... huh.

[He scrubs his face with his hands, struggling to make sense of this.

Maybe he needs to go for a walk.]

[Eddie knows what that look means.]

Go walk around man, talk to a few people. It'll help everything make more sense.

Yeah. I think I will.

[He doubts that'll really do anything though.]

Uh... thanks.

[James blinks, that tent wasn't there before. He wonders whether this is someone from another new universe. He'd been staring out over the water where he swore he'd seen a sea serpent earlier when the sound of the zipper caught his attention. He picks his glasses off of his towel slipping them on and walking towards ~~Lulu~~ the newcomer]

Hi!

[Okay, this is the second person he's encountered so far who he doesn't know. It's a good thing he didn't pay for that Refrain, or he'd be demanding his money back.]

Ah. Hello.

[He offers his hand]

Potter. James Potter. Nice to meet you.

Uh. Lelouch. Lamperouge. [He shakes the guy's hand, for lack of a better thing to do.]

Lelouch? [Weird name] Right then. Where're you from?

[STFU there are so many Lelouchs in the world. B|] Ah, Area 11, Tokyo Settlement. You?

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[Right. Sure.] Area...eleven? That anything like Japan?

[Considering Lelouch said "Tokyo"]

England. Queerditch Marsh, dunno if you ever heard of it.

Well, yes. It was Japan, once.

[His brow furrows in concentration.] Ah, no, not exactly. You sound old world Britannian, though. Was your family one of the last ones to leave the Isle?

Old World Britannian? Er...has Britain changed its name? Leave? No, they're still there...on the "Isle." England. Britain. Britanniania....Britannia? You know. That place.

[Wow, you must be higher than he is.]

Uh... huh.

Here, what year are you from?

[Time travel and multiversal theory...why not?]

[Blink blink.]

2018.

[Blinks. That sounds like an insanely long time. It takes him a second to realize that it's only forty-one years from his own time]

1977.

[Lelouch stares at him closely.]

You're trying to tell me you're from the year 1977. Where Britannia is called Britain. And all of this is real.

[Oddly enough... he's heard things this strange before. :/ ]

Oh, I dunno if it's 1977 here. It's 1977 where I come from. Merlin knows what year it is here. If it's any year at all.

[James looks thoughtful for a second, then shrugs]

[He still doesn't look impressed.] So then... this is a completely different reality all together. And someone much more powerful than us is bringing us here.

To what end?

[James grins, he knows the answer to that and he can make it sound cool. He loves it when that happens]

To write a story.

[Haughty scoff.]

How ludicrous.

Sounds it, doesn't it?

You don't look well, are you feeling alright?

[By well he means you look just as confused as I did the other day.]

[Aaaand this makes the third person who's a complete stranger.]

I'm -- fine. Just a little... disoriented. This is all very new to me.

Mm. It is to a few of us here it seems. I arrived here only a few days ago.

[Well wouldja lookit that another newb.]

A few... days?

[Maybe all Refrain users trip together? But he doesn't recall the effects lasting for days. Or maybe this guy is just another figment of his imagination?]

[He nods, still registering that he looks baffled - can't blame him really]

Yes, we've been kidnapped from our homes. Apparently we're in a mansion normally.

...

[So is this going to be like a dream, where things don't actually make any sense at all?]

I'm sorry. What?

[Fttt you wish]

We aren't in our homes. We've been kidnapped by someone only known as 'The Author'. What their intentions are I have no idea.

You do... realize... how completely absurd that sounds.

[Not that... anything in his life has made sense lately.]

[Deadpan expression k thnx]

I am very much aware of that fact, thank you. However that is what I have been told by people who claim to have been here for months on end.

I'd much rather take their word for it than become paranoid.

Months? That's quite a long drug trip...

[Because that's what this is, right? It has to be. Unless....

There are other possibilities he'd rather not explore at the moment.]

...You believe this to be a drug trip?

[You have to be shitting me springs to mind methinks..]

....I highly doubt that somehow.

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