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There was an eclipse within the last hour, so at least that lends some potential explanation to the disoriented, shirtless (but not jacketless?) mess wandering near the beach. He puts down the gardening tools on the lawn and walks around the fence, approaching the young man with a friendly wave.

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺  | 24.  an underground / illegal fighting club

In between all the midway games, junk food, and boardwalk rides, Mary Sue and Pete eventually wander off the beaten track and into the pulsating heart of Golden during its after hours: Crimson Lane. The nondescript building with the red velvet curtains over its door should’ve raised alarms on any normal night, but Mary Sue was an airhead and Pete already dead-tired, so both of them entered blissfully oblivious.

“Hmm...this isn’t the cozy romantic cafe I was expecting,” Mary Sue finally mutters after they’ve gone down a flight of stairs, past two secret doors, and through a fake hallway and its connecting corridor into what looks like a fully fleshed underground stadium.

By her side, Pete suddenly shifts and looks alert, hand clutching towards something at his hip before aborting the movement midway. His breathing relaxes instead: forced at first, then more naturally. “Right, then let’s leave.”

Instincts were telling him that staying here would only mean trouble. But Mary Sue doesn’t seem to hear him, drawn to the sudden cheers that come from the center of the room as its center stage—a boxing ring—lights up with a metallic clang of the bell.

“Hey uh, you,” He still hadn’t caught her name yet, or her his, in the chaos that was today. “I don’t think we should—”

“I know what this is!” Mary Sue suddenly exclaims and makes a beeline for the stage. “Oh my gosh, it’s been ages!”

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

@voxfanta​​ answered:

Pete’s first reaction to this question is to get defensive and flustered, which is ridiculous, ‘cuz the puppet thing in front of him might not even be real. Sure, after talking to Glasses Guy (Indrid, he tried to remind himself) he knew that there were plenty of nonhuman beings here, too, but this is just a step too far into surreality and it makes him a little uncomfortable.

“What’s the deal with me?” He blurts out. “What’s the deal with you? You look like a Muppet.”

Oh shit, wait. Is this–is this the Vox Phantasma stuff coming back again? His stomach drops a little bit. “Wait, hold on, do you know the grey baby? Are they okay?”

He’ll process what this means vis a vis his powers later; right now, he needs to know if he can reach that baby.

“What’s a muppet,” Besty says blankly. This guy’s so weird! And he didn’t even answer the question.

“I don’t know any babies,” he says, frowning. “And I don’t...” Know any grey babies, that’s for sure, but a thought gives him pause. He does sort of know someone grey...? Not that he’s been a baby at literally any point in his life.

Welcome to hallucinatory snowy Isola Radiale!

You will be housed in HOUSE 108.

You will retain your ability to cast Detect Magic up to five times a day.

You will also be given a toy gun and a note.

Enjoy your stay!

How long had that dude been standing there looking into the distance with that spaced out glaze to his eyes? Long enough for Leonardo to have noticed, at least. He didn’t like butting into people’s business when he didn’t have to, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit concerned. So he kind of just stood there too.

“So. What are we looking at?”

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