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[howruthless]

[at first, there's silence.

The silence is then followed by gasps and sobs as Tess is forced into a sitting position like there's been a shock of adrenaline to her system. It takes a moment for her to catch her breath, and get herself oriented again, and when she does -- this isn't Metropolis Gen. In fact, this isn't even close]

What the hell?

[if you didn't know better, you might even say that there was a twinge of fear in her voice, but she'd never admit to it if she knew anyone was listening]

Is anyone there?

[a beat]

Chloe?

[it takes her a minute to get her legs under her, but she does, slowly and cautiously making her way to the door. She pulls it open, sees her name on the door, and slams it shut again.]

I repeat. What the hell.

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[yeahihidmypants]

[he frowns, then stares at the journal, then exhales]

Tess?

[howruthless]

[blinks, because she hears the voice, but she doesn't see him. Is this ... some kind of Watchtower holding cell?]

Oliver?

[yeahihidmypants]

[He frowns, that was a quick turn-around.]

Do me a favor and head to your door, tell me the number outside of it.

[howruthless]

[there's the sound of the door opening again before]

1910.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

You're back.

[howruthless]

[Lois. That makes her tense even more than Oliver does, and she tries to pull herself together a bit]

You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, Lane. Back where exactly?

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

It might be easier to explain in person.

Got a room number for me?

[howruthless]

[insert room number here. Still so confused.]

[supes]

[Oh, hey. She's back. Clark's pulling his journal closer by the corner.]

Are you alright, Tess?

[The question's a bit unnecessary, given that anyone could be a little freaked out by a sudden change of location, but it's rare to hear Tess concerned.]

[howruthless]

[she's cracked. she's lost it. she's hearing voices of people she knows and has no idea where they are. Or Chloe left her for dead and this is Hell.


... yeah, she's banking on the last one]

Honestly? I have no idea.

[supes]

You're in a pocket dimension called Paradisa. It's a sentient castle that takes people from different places in space and time. Do you have a journal near you?

[howruthless]

[ .... and that was not what she was expecting. But she pushes herself away from the door and makes her way over to the nightstand. she picks up the open book sitting there, looking it over curiously before nodding]

Yeah. I have it.

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ Hm. Well this is interesting... She's going to give her some time to acclimate before tracking her down. You can bet she's reading any open comments, though, if it'll give her an idea of what timeline Tess is from. ]

[howruthless]

[monitor away, Lana. She'll probably track you down to try and talk to you eventually, once she finds out you're here.]

[yeahihidmypants]

[he frowns, then stares at the journal, then exhales]

Tess?

[howruthless]

[blinks, because she hears the voice, but she doesn't see him. Is this ... some kind of Watchtower holding cell?]

Oliver?

[yeahihidmypants]

[He frowns, that was a quick turn-around.]

Do me a favor and head to your door, tell me the number outside of it.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

You're back.

[howruthless]

[Lois. That makes her tense even more than Oliver does, and she tries to pull herself together a bit]

You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, Lane. Back where exactly?

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

It might be easier to explain in person.

Got a room number for me?

[supes]

[Oh, hey. She's back. Clark's pulling his journal closer by the corner.]

Are you alright, Tess?

[The question's a bit unnecessary, given that anyone could be a little freaked out by a sudden change of location, but it's rare to hear Tess concerned.]

[howruthless]

[she's cracked. she's lost it. she's hearing voices of people she knows and has no idea where they are. Or Chloe left her for dead and this is Hell.


... yeah, she's banking on the last one]

Honestly? I have no idea.

[supes]

You're in a pocket dimension called Paradisa. It's a sentient castle that takes people from different places in space and time. Do you have a journal near you?

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ Hm. Well this is interesting... She's going to give her some time to acclimate before tracking her down. You can bet she's reading any open comments, though, if it'll give her an idea of what timeline Tess is from. ]

[howruthless]

[monitor away, Lana. She'll probably track you down to try and talk to you eventually, once she finds out you're here.]