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[The feed clicks on to show a girl dressed to the nines sitting on a rock. In the rain. In any other moment, Rachel Berry would appreciate the dramatic nuances of the scene, but for the moment? The girl looks scared, arms wrapped around herself, and she's shivering.]

This isn't funny. Whatever has happened, I'm going to figure it out. You hear me, Vocal Adrenaline?!

[And she's calling into the woods now, because obviously, this is the rival glee club's fault. ~~She's serious.~~]

I'm going to get back to the performance hall and we're going to win, without your cheating! I demand to be returned at once!

[Her bravado is broken by a small sob as Rachel tucks her head into her arms once again, totally ignorant of the PCD recording her.]

Oh, Finn, where are you?

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[She stoops to grab at the PCD before hurrying after him, careful not to trip in the roots and rocks in her heels.]

So you're some kind of magician? -- this makes no sense, it's like I'm in a movie. You're seriously telling me that this is a new world and I'm stuck here? That's impossible. I must be dreaming. Maybe I've passed out because of stage fright --

-=He's trying to be patient=-

I'm not a magician. Magicians deal with magic.

I'm an alchemist. Alchemists work with science.

I don't know what that is.

[A bit testily as she carefully steps over a rock, wobbling in her heels. But, to her credit, she's keeping up, and at least her attitude keeps her going.]

Alchemist. You know... Idiots who think they can turn lead into gold? Well, I'm not one of those idiots from your world. I'm the real thing.

We're going to have to fit you with functional clothing.

-=As his boots go crunch, crunch.=-

I've never heard stories about alchemists.

[So therefore, she's not an idiot, thank you very much!]

Tell me more about where I am.

....

-=Okay. He'll run with that.=-

Adstringendum. A place where many worlds have collided together into this mish mash of hell. There are scientists in the center of the city, then there's us. Out side of that is the Wastelands, and the Animus. The Animus are crazy ass spirits that take great pleasure in messing with us.

[She's silent as she absorbs this, wrapping the coat tighter around her. For a dream, the cold rain and the uneven ground seem real... very, very real. Rachel's grasp on this dream-world is quickly turning into a reality that she doesn't like. At. All.]

I can't go home?

-=Quietly.=-

No.

-=silent for a while.=-

At least not voluntarily.

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My dads are going to be worried if I don't come home and all of my friends are waiting for me.

[And she's silent for a moment.]

... what od you mean, not voluntarily?

Eh? Dads? Don't worry. I hear time stops when you're here, and you'll go back to the same time that you left. The same moment; no one will know that you're here. -=Possibly even yourself=-

Not voluntarily meaning people do go home, but when is not of their choosing.

I have two gay dads.

[And the way she says this, she is daring you to question her, Edward.]

And I know what not voluntarily means, I wanted to know how.

-=Stops and stares at her. For a while.=-

Fuckin' ass weirdo world.

-=Turns and heads towards the house. Not much longer now.=-

Same way this world got messed up. Whatever the hell the scientists did, I suppose. -=He... really doesn't know how.=-

What's wrong with that?! They love me just as much as any other parents would! You know, it's homophobes like you that make kids like me have difficult lives. Do you know how many times I've had to threaten suing my school because of statements like that --

[See, Edward, good job. You've given her something to rant about.]

-=Gives her this "What the fuck are you talking about?" expression.=-

My brother's gay. So you can shut up. -=2010 viewpoints does not meet 1920's viewpoints.=-

-=He'll stomp up the porch steps and go to open the door.=-

[Rachel hesitates for a moment before following him up the steps. Hmph.]

Then why is it weird?

Because in my world, anyone so blatantly out in the open would be shot.

-=Holds the door open. Look! Warm and inviting light.=-

....

-=His hair's wet and he's staring at her. Waiting.=-

[And Rachel stares at him a little defiantly before finishing walking up the stairs to go inside. It's only when she gets inside that she goes over what Edward has said, turning to stare at him incredulously.]

Why should someone be shot for who they are?

Because that's how we are. -=Plain and simple. He's not much into talking right now, Rae. He's more intent on shedding his soaked clothing and trying not to shiver too badly.=-

Kitchen's over to the left.

[She's given up on not shivering, it's freezing outside, but she'll go to the kitchen more or less obediently, cringing. Dancing and singing in patent leather shoes is easy for half hour increments, but walking across Adstringendum? Horrible, horrible idea.]

-=He stomps into the kitchen, keeping on his long sleeved turtle neck and white gloves.=-

There's fake creamer and a little bit of sweetner. What do you want in your tea?

-=He's not just doing this for her, but for himself as well. He has to warm up quickly.=-

... sweetener is fine.

[She watches, hesitantly, and she sits down gingerly.]

Thank you for coming to get me.

Yeah..

-=What he's not realizing is this ring is on a leather cord around his neck.=-

Can't leave you out there and freeze.

[[Off to bed for me! I'll catch the tag in the morning.]]

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Well, you could. A lot of people back home would have.

[She looks Ed up and down, trying to gauge him. She's still not entirely sure this Adstringendum place is real... but Ed can be trusted, so she's been told, and he did come out into the rain to get her.

That ring doesn't escape Rachel's notice, though. ~~She's a girl these things are important.~~]

You have a girlfriend?

Huh? -=A little slow on the uptake. Then he realizes that ring is out.=-

Oh, for fuck's sake--

-=Stuffs it back in under his turtle neck, frowning.=-

Yeah, I do. -=my, what a testy, defensive response?=- She got to go home, recently.

Oh.

[Rachel is not one for sensitivity.]

Well -- it's a very pretty ring. She's really lucky.

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