01 Hope

[hoperaider]

[It's very disconcerting when one moment you're talking to a figment of your imagination and then suddenly being somewhere else entirely. Jake stands there dumbly for a moment, quite confused at what just happened. He gets over it long enough to get out of the way of the whatever behind him, since there seems to be a bit of traffic here! Jeez, he's never seen so many people in one place like this before.]

Oh for the love of Christ, now what?

[Dammit, he had been in a somewhat important discussion with the Dirk from his memory! Oh, well. First thing to do is to gather information, so he approaches the first friendly person he sees. He'll get excited about being in a new place in a little bit. Right now, it just seems like more Dream Bubble Bullshit, although he certainly doesn't remember anything at all like this occurring before.]

Excuse me, chap! Might I have a word? [He will continue on regardless of the answer. Jake is determined to get information, gosh darn it!]

I think I've gotten myself lost or something. [Jake chuckles a little sheepishly.] This place certainly doesn't look familiar to me, and it seems that my original clothes have been, erm, replaced. Is that normal around here?

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[hoperaider]

[Okay, maybe Jake should've looked before he leapt. Oops.]

Sorry to interrupt your juggling! [He really is.]

Well, it's certainly strange, but I'm not terribly certain it's suspicious per se. Ah, I'm Jake, by the by!

[revealed]

Oh, no-- it's okay. I'm not really good at it, anyway.

And I'm Ivan! It's nice to meet you. [ mmmmmmmmmmmm ] So, you don't think it's suspicious at all?

[hoperaider]

No, not really. I imagine that there's a reason for the switch unknown to me, other than for simply blending in. [He shrugs.]

[revealed]

I still think they probably made a tidy profit off of our stolen goods.

[hoperaider]

My old rags were probably not worth even a penny! Perhaps they'll turn up after a while, since we sort of did.

[revealed]

That's true. But hopefully, they won't turn up on someone else's back.

[ lightly, though. and, he holds out one of the apples that he was juggling! ] Want one?

[hoperaider]

I'm sure there would be quite a hullabaloo about that. I doubt that our clothing would fit very well on anyone else!

I would love one, thank you, Ivan. [He will take the apple gratefully.] How long have you been here?

[revealed]

[ relinquishing the apple! he still has two more, which he rests on his lap. ]

Me? About a month now, give or take. Though to be honest, it feels a little longer than that.