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Rehearsal 1: [Text, from Astralfield]

[The text is written in long, loopy handwriting, and displays as a dark blue -- the color of the chalk he's using. Victor's not even close to figuring out the video function yet.]

I -- I don't even know what I'm doing. . . Apparently this chalkboard can be used to talk to other people? Like letters, only more -- instant? Oh dear, I'm so confused. . .

Is there anyone out there who can explain this to me? All I know is that I was in my room, preparing to draw, when suddenly I blacked out and then. . .

[And he just can't help asking the question that's been on his mind since he first woke up here.]

Is this Wonderland?

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[Suddenly he switches to video. He's spent so long speaking only with nonverbal communication that words just didn’t feel right anymore.]

[He smiles at him, stitches stretching and adjusting to the movement, his cheek resting against the palm of his hand and he seems to be leaning against a stone coffin. Was this boy in a tomb? Why yes, yes he was.]

[But that didn't matter right now, for all of his attention was towards Victor, his expression saying "tell me about it". What kind of things did you experience Victor?]

[The sudden switch to video startles him, not in the least because it's not something he's used to at all. Seeing people means meeting them face-to-face in his time period. And the fellow's face -- Victor can't help but stare for a moment. Goodness, his mouth. . .but he doesn't seem bothered by it. And his surroundings. . .

Eventually, he puts chalk to board again.]

Well -- have you ever heard of a place called the Land of the Dead?

[He's thinking that this fellow would be quite at home there.]

[He blinks, eyes going wide as he leans over in interest. He shakes his head, no, but it sounds awesome.]

[The intrigued look gets an unseen smile from Victor -- his hunch was right on the money.]

Well, it's the afterlife where I come from. Or part of it, anyway. . . I was engaged to be married to a young lady -- Victoria -- and during the wedding rehearsal, I was so nervous I couldn't remember my vows. I was sent away to practice them, and I wandered into the woods to get some privacy. I finally got them right while using bits of the forest as props, and I slipped the ring onto what I thought was just a bunch of hand-like twigs.

It turned out to be the skeletal hand of a murdered bride, who rose and accepted what she thought was a proposal and took me Downstairs to live with her.

[He listens intently, a little confused at first. On his planet they didn't have ceremonies like weddings. But as soon as he reached the part about the branches you could see the anticipation in his eyes. And then he read about the corpse bride. He sat up straight, hand going to the other side of the phone as he read on. In that moment you could easily see the youth behind the blank dead eyes and skeleton motif. He waited for more with baited breath, and if you listened closely you could nearly hear a soft purring.]

[Yeah, Victor can see how interested he is -- and it is such a nice change from being told he's insane. He continues his narrative with vigor.]

I was scared of her at first, but as time went on -- well, she was just so nice to me. All of them were, really. You wouldn't think people who were rotting corpses and skeletons would be nicer than the living, but. . .

And it's so colorful down there too! So many bright reds and purples and blues. . . Everything's a little off-kilter, and rather macabre, but it's all so strangely welcoming too. I felt more at home down there than I ever did in my actual home. Which I suppose is a bit sad if you think about it, but -- well.

[His shoulders shook as he read about the dead being nicer then the living. It really was true in the end. He gives a perplexed look at the text, wondering what Victor was going to say before he switched topic.]

[He read on, gleefully. This place really did sound amazing. He wishes he could have been there, and met those people. He shakes his head in the end, it wasn't sad, and gives him an understanding look. But it didn't take a genius to figure out that he too felt more comfortable around the dead then the living. But things changed after he became a part of it.]

[Victor notices the perplexed look and sighs.]

My hometown isn't the most welcoming, let's say.

[He and Burtonsville have "issues" with each other lately -- which is probably why he appreciates that understanding look so much. This fellow gets it. For different reasons to be sure, but he gets it. And that's something that's been lacking from Victor's life for a long time.]

I didn't end up staying, as you might have guessed, but it was a good visit nonetheless. And I managed to help Emily -- my corpse bride -- avenge her murder, as well as keep said murderer from hurting anyone else. The man she loved killed her after convincing her to elope with him and steal gold and jewels from her father. Would you believe the same man showed up at my rehearsal with my living bride, and stepped in to marry her when I disappeared?

[Alice has said it sounds like a penny dreadful, and Victor has to agree. Weird coincidence indeed!]

[Kurloz could also understand being ostracized from society due to differences. The trolls around his own home tended to keep their distance due to his peculiar tastes and rare bloodline.]

[He tilted his head and glanced up at the camera, a question as to why he didn't stick around. But soon enough he was back to reading, eyebrows lifting when he read about the murder and then shaking his head slightly as he read about the man stepping in.]

[After finishing he started to text him.]

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THAT IS WHAT YOU CALL FATE, MOTHER FUCKER.

[Victor waits until he's done reading to answer the questioning look.]

Staying would have meant dying -- and while, after a while in her company and hearing that my living bride was marrying another (under duress, but I didn't know that at the time), I was willing to do that, Emily didn't think it right for me to give up my life. She saw Victoria -- the living bride -- watching our near-wedding Above, and didn't want to hurt her the same way she'd been hurt.

Fate is baffling sometimes -- but I'm glad he was there. Emily finally got to confront him, and the idiot killed himself drinking the poisoned wine meant for me.

[He read on silently, another question forming in his mind but he kept it to himself until the end. He smiled when he learned the fate of the man, Karma can certainly be a bitch.]

GUY FUCKING GOT WHAT WAS COMING TO HIM. BUT BROTHER, I GOTTA ASK...WHAT IS A "WEDDING"?

[It certainly can be.]

Oh, I totally agree.

[Victor's a little surprised, but -- well. Different worlds. . .]

It's when two people join together to live the rest of their lives together. Usually because they love each other, although my parents arranged my marriage to Victoria purely for monetary and social reasons -- the Everglots needed access to our fortune, and my parents wanted the prestige of being in-laws to a lord and lady.

[Ah yes, royal bloodlines. You can't see it Victor, but he's certainly rolling his eyes right now.]

PUTTING SIGNIFICANCE TO "ROYAL" BLOODLINES IS THE MOST MORONIC MOTHER FUCKING THING I HAVE EVER HAD THE PLEASURE OF DEALING WITH.

[He glances through the message again.]

DID YOU LIKE THEM?:o(

[Victor will match that unseen eyeroll!]

I understand. My mother was always going on about how 'old money' and the 'upper classes' did things. It wore on your nerves after a while.

The Everglots? The elder lord and lady rather scared me, I admit. But Victoria proved to be a very nice young lady -- shy and quiet, like me. (How she ended up that way with such parents. . .then again, you could ask the same of me, honestly. My mother is the loudest person one could ever know.)

[He was glad his goat dad never bothered him about such things, though he did get it plenty from the older high blooded trolls.]

[He shook his head, nope didn't mean the family. He then places his hand to his heart, indicating that he was asking if he had loved either Emily or Victoria.]

[It takes a moment for Victor to interpret what he's asking. Once he does, though. . .]

I -- I'd say I loved them both. I was willing to drink poison for Emily, and to take a sword through the vitals for Victoria. I wanted them to be happy and safe, even after knowing them for such a short time.

On the other hand, that short time means either love didn't get much of a chance to bloom. I still care for both of them, but I think the romantic part has faded with time.

[Kurloz can't help but smile as he read about what lengths Victor would go for the girls. Then he began to think that maybe this guy would understand him. He looks away for awhile, thinking to himself.]

[Then he begins to type again.]

THE SISTER WHO SPEAKS OF WONDERLAND, YOU LOVE HER?

[Victor's always been the type to put others before himself -- particularly those he loves. And when it comes to those he loves being threatened. . .well. He didn't care what happened to him in that fight -- he just wanted to stop Barkis.

That question gets an immediate answer.]

Yes. She's my best friend, the one I've always felt most comfortable talking to -- and she saved me from one of the most despicable monsters living in London's East End.

[You can't see it, but Victor's body tightens with anger at the mere thought of said monster. If only he'd gotten to see Alice put paid to him. . .]

She's the most amazing woman I've ever met and

[And who knows how long it'll be until he sees her again.]

[Kurloz blinks, surprised at how fast the answer comes before he starts to read. His head tilts slightly as Victor talks about the monster. He then looks concerned when his message cuts off. But he can suspect why Victor cut off. It was a miracle to ever find that one person who can accept you for all you are without any strings attached.]

[His words made him think of Meulin, and he frowns a little. He's been trying his hardest not to think of her, only allowing his thoughts to wonder when everyone was asleep and he was alone. Because he was alone again, despite the few people that have been absolutely amazing, there wasn't anybody here that stood up to his wicked kitty bitch and his best friend. And he found himself getting lost in his own think pan again.]

[Victor waits for a reply, but -- well. Kurloz seems to have wandered off into some faraway mental street. He frowns, biting his lip. Seems this fellow is missing someone too. Which shouldn't really be a surprise, honestly. If this world just grabs people from others at random. . . He fiddles with the chalk for a moment before writing again.]

I hope I haven't brought up any painful memories.

[He hears his phone go off and he's looking at it again, shaking his head at the words. He smiles at the screen, seemingly back to normal. He's usually really good with controlling his emotions, sorry for worrying you Victor.]

NO BROTHER, I WAS JUST THINKING OF MY OWN MIRACLE GIRL, AND THE GOOD TIMES WE HAD TOGETHER. :o)

I'LL PRAY FOR YOU TWO. IT JUST AIN'T COOL, SEPARATING MOTHER FUCKERS LIKE THAT.

Oh, I see.

Thank you -- it really isn't. And I hope maybe you can see your "miracle girl" one day again as well.

[He means it too. Nobody deserves to be torn away from those they love.]

[He smiles, but it's a little on the weak side. Even if he did there was no hope for them anymore, it was their love that had torn them apart in the end. But then his smile widens because, at least Victor has a chance, and hopefully the tragedy that befell him and his love won't happen to him.]

HER NAME IS MEULIN LEJION. SHE'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE FROM ME; VIBRANT, LIVELY, AND SO FULL OF LOVE FOR ALL THINGS THIS WORLD HAS TO OFFER.

[Suddenly a thought comes to him and his eyes open wide.]

HEY, BROTHER, IF YOU DO SEE HER, DO YOU THINK YOU CAN WATCH OVER HER UNTIL I ARRIVE? WICKED LITTLE KITTEN KIND OF LOST HER HEARING AND I'M NOT SURE HOW WELL SHE'LL REACT TO BEING DROPPED IN A BUSY CITY. :o(

[Victor certainly hopes not. He and Alice have both had enough tragedy in their lives.]

I see. My Alice is a bit dark at times, and prone to sarcasm, but she's got a wonderfully brave and kind heart. Even if she's sometimes reluctant to let others see it.

Oh, I see. If I do see her, I'll definitely try to keep an eye on her. Being dropped into an unfamiliar place is never fun for anyone, really. Though I suppose that depends on where she ends up. . .I've been told where I am is "Astralfield."

[Kurloz smiles widely at the description of Alice, something told him he was going to like this girl. He already liked Victor enough, he seemed trustworthy and understanding. That was rare, no matter where you went.]

THANKS MAN, I APPRECIATE IT. THE LAND OF DREAMS... NOTICED A BUNCH OF MOTHER FUCKERS TEND TO MIGRATE UP THERE IN ORDER TO FIGHT OFF THE MONSTERS CREATED BY YOUR PEOPLES HORROR TERRORS. YOU'VE LANDED YOURSELF IN A VERY INTERESTING AREA. I AM IN ORLEA, THIS PLACE IS PRETTY CHILL.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

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