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[unfringed]

H-hello? Hello. Hello, my name is Walter Bishop. Dr. Walter Bishop. I-I-I was just in my lab, you see, and now it seems I'm wandering around your town. I've lost my cellphone - and my coat. I don't have...I don't have his numbers. I can't--

Oh my. This book is fascinating, isn't it? Like a tablet computer, intranet only. Lacking in a few necessary functions, but it is certainly interesting.

...

I'd thought the LSD had worn off, but I suppose perhaps it had not after all. How quaint a hallucination this all is. I'm rather proud of thinking it all up. Even a bakery. Wonderful.

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[audio]

[not_a_troll]

Am I correct to presume that a LSD is something that induces hallucinations?

Allow me to tell you that this is everything except a hallucination caused by the LSD.

[A short pause...]

Or it is...

[audio]

[unfringed]

Oh. It talks! It talks in-- Wait, who are you? I don't know you. How did you get this number?

Is there a number to this?

[audio]

[not_a_troll]

I am the LSD, such a pleasure to meet you!

[No he's not, of course, he just can't miss such an opportunity for trolling.]

[audio]

[unfringed]

O-oh, excellent! Then you know what you are! Sentient psychotropics, now that is a terrifying thought!

[And yet so gleeful.]

T-Tell me, my boy, do you happen to have any more? I'm afraid this world might melt away if the dosage begins to drop.

[audio]

[not_a_troll]

It is not a thought, dear stranger, it is most real. I am LSD in the flesh.

[He is not entirely sure what LSD is but according to the man's description it might be something used to cloud the mind.]

Unfortunately I cannot help you with that. Because this realm is also reality.

[audio]

[unfringed]

But that is impossible. I was just in my lab and I hadn't used anything to cross universes - wouldn't, really, not with what happened last time.

And-- Olivia... Olivia! She isn't here is she? Or Peter? The structural damage to the worlds would be too great if we were to cross any other way!

[audio]

[not_a_troll]

It is most definitely very possible! I think your surroundings are proof of how possible it really is!

Olivia is not here. Alas. You are without your bff and-slash-or lover.

You sound a bit like old people.

[audio]

[unfringed]

Well I am old. Older than you at least.

And Olivia is my son's lover, not mine. That would be strange.

And uncomfortable. For everyone.

[audio]

[not_a_troll]

Are you hip old people? Or one of the grumpy kind? The one that shakes his cane at those damn kids.

I see and I definitely understand. Wouldn't you prefer your son instead, then?

[audio]

[unfringed]

Only the hippest. Although I'm relearning what it means to be hip in the last year or so. Being stuck in a mental institution for 17 years puts a damper on keeping up with popular culture. They had this awful pudding there. Terrible place.

...And yes, I would and always will prefer my son. I've always wanted a daughter, but Peter is my boy. My precious child. [And he starts to lose it.] I can't-- I can't lose him. I have to find him. I have to or the worlds will end and-- I can't. I can't lose him again.

[Audio]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[It's a curious entry. And it sounds intellectual, in a way. Time to find out if this man truly is an intellectual.]

My, my. You should receive commendations for a dream of this scale. But are you sure that you can trace everything you've seen so far back to their subconscious origins?

[Audio]

[unfringed]

The subconscious is tricky - to be certain this has elements of that which could be labelled mine, but seeing how I was most recently within another's brain - and a cartoon, how wonderful is that? Being a cartoon, such a strange and splendid thing. How unfortunate that gravity still worked as it was meant to - it is entirely possible that some synaptic transfer remains.

Although I doubt Agent Dunham or Belly could have conceived of something like this. Wings. Grafted subcutaneously as far as I can tell without proper equipment, which I should have somewhere here, if this is indeed my subconscious. Or at least, some part of it. Normally my hallucinations never take on such a...wide scale. And rarely are they bipedal.

There should be....a lake. A lake house, even. Or the beach. I was always partial to that.

[Audio]

[yourfononsarewhack]

That's simply fascinating. It's not often that one can present multiple choices for a subconscious.

Of course, you'll find that all three of those things exist here. You must be doing a good job.

[Audio]

[unfringed]

Wait until you hear about parallel universes! Now that's when things get interesting!

...

[Or horrifying. And rage inducing. He stops and stares at the book.]

Have you seen Belly? Or Peter? The last time I jumped into another's mind, they were with me. ...Although Belly is dead now, I suppose. He might still be here somewhere.

[Audio]

[yourfononsarewhack]

Oh? I may have heard a thing or two about such a concept but please regale me.

I'm not so sure if you've successfully produced your friends this time, however. I'm afraid I haven't met anyone by either name.

[Audio]

[unfringed]

William Bell, the founder of the largest company on the planet! Massive Dynamic? Haven't you heard of it? I hadn't, but then I'd been in a mental institution for seventeen years.

Peter is my son. O-oh, perhaps Olivia Dunham is here? Or Agent Asterick Farnsworth?

voice;

[breezing]

What's LSD? What's a tablet computer? What's an intranet? I know what a cellphone is 'cause Masaomi told me.

voice;

[unfringed]

LSD is lysergic acid diethylamide, a very powerful and eye-opening psychedelic drug often used for recreational or scientific purposes. It's quite relaxing, taken in the right doses.

...But you certainly are full of questions now aren't you! Hello there, my name is Walter Bishop. Dr. Walter Bishop. Whose hallucination are you, hm?

voice;

[breezing]

Um. Okay. Some of those words are pretty hard sounding.

I'm Ikki, and I'm not anyone's hallucination! I'm a person. Why would I be someone's hallucination? That's something that's made up, right? I get called that a lot by New Feathers. So does everyone else. You're a New Feather, I bet. Because you're not sure where you are.

So, hi!

voice;

[unfringed]

[What and adorable little child. Walter leans in toward the book and peers at it.]

Well, it's very rare for hallucinations to know they're hallucinations. And I recently ingested large quantities of said psychedelic drug.

I'm not sure what quantifies a "New Feather," but I am a scientist. A lost--. No, a scientist. No lost.

voice;

[breezing]

But I've been here since before you, so if anyone's real, I'm real, right?

A New Feather is just someone who's new here. So, you're one! I was one too, a year ago.

voice;

[unfringed]

Well, I suppose that logic is true, but--

Wait, what do you mean by new here? Where, exactly, is here?

voice;

[breezing]

This is Luceti! People get pulled here from all different worlds and times. I'm from the world with the bending.

voice;

[unfringed]

Pulled? Pulled how? What machinery? I didn't see anything - did it fall into the lakes?

....

Bending?

voice > video;

[breezing]

Nope! It's the world itself!! I dunno how it works.

Oh, hang on. [ It's always easier to explain bending if she shows it.

After a second, there's an image of a young girl. She's probably seven or eight (hint: she's eight), and she's just outside her family's house. She has her journal propped up for the moment, so she can bend a ball of air between her palms - spinning a few leafs picked up for this purpose. ]

I'm an airbender. I can bend air!