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[realthingshakes]

[ The carousel is old, abandoned, and musty. It doesn't even work anymore. The paint on the wooden horses has chipped, giving them a ghastly appearance. Perhaps not as noticeable but just as eerie is the how rust from the rain has caused the bolts to rust, the copper running down giving it almost the appearance of blood.

It's foggy--not thick, but the clouds are in the sky, overcast and grey. It's difficult to tell what time of day it is. The temperature is light: a pleasant spring breeze, but there's nothing growing. On the contrary--all of the trees are dead, unable to bear even the smallest of leaves. The wind rustles, a particularly large tree giving a tap-tap-tap to the old carousel's roof.

You awake slumped over a peeling, chipped black horse, greeted with the tap-tap-tap. The view is not much to look at: the merry-go-round is placed in the middle of a road of a once-busy city that has long since been abandoned and let down.

Looks like you're on your own for now. ]

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[showbizpanache]

[He comes to when he hears the tapping, stumbling backward with a sharp cry. Terrified, he looks around, holding his hands close to his chest, drawing himself in.

It's a nightmare, it has to be. Regardless, he opens his mouth and calls out:]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[neverslowdown]

[ A glimpse of something--someone from above but just at once it's gone, scurrying wherever, making no noise.

There's a teenager, though, with blonde hair and clothes that fit the early 2000's more than anything. ]

Your voice carries loudly, bro. You're lucky it's not night yet.

[ There's a brief, crooked smile--an oddly sympathetic one--and he hops down from where he was balancing on a toy horse for a few moments, and offers to help the other down. ]

It's OK if you don't remember how you got here. I don't, either, and I've been here for...uuh.. well, a while. Heya.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt wheels around, startled. He isn't sure whether to be relieved yet, but it's definitely good that he isn't alone. His hands are still knotted against his chest as he looks the boy over warily.]

Who are you? Where are we? What's going on?

[neverslowdown]

Welp, I'm Todd and you're kind of lucky it's me that found you.

[ The smile is there--if brief--but it's something of a trademark. Always whistle a happy tune, even if you spent day after day in this place. ]

Pretty neat you're my age... Last guy was like 40.

[showbizpanache]

You seem...awfully cheerful. [He lowers his hands a little, though still wary.]

What do you mean, lucky? What is this place?

[neverslowdown]

D'you want the part where it looks like Chernobyl, or the part where everyone's trying to kill you?

[showbizpanache]

Can I ask for both?