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[radiopalkiller]

[ Philip arrives. He'd rather not have. Moreso, he didn't think weird alternative dimensions could get any less straightforward, and yet... ]

Show of hands if you remember Wonderland¹.

¹ The one where you get endless free drinks within immediate walking distance and all the nightmares of your world come to life to haunt you, while your own reflection laughs at you from a pocket dimension nearby.

(So, not the one from the books.)

PS.: About those endless free drinks. Do you have that feature here? If yes, where? If no, where's the latest group of dedicated heroes looking to find a way out of this place immediately if not sooner, because I'd like to join up.

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[radiopalkiller]

[ His people! ]

Sounds perfect, where do I sign?

Or should I just wave my whiskey flask about aimlessly at the nearest street corner?

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[drabsolutelynot]

I'm afraid I'm not the person to ask about that. And I'm not sure people would appreciate me volunteering their names on this matter.

[Though he also half-suspects most would find it funny]

The Speakeasy will be what you are looking for.

[radiopalkiller]

Brilliant, now we're getting somewhere.

[ Philip flips through his phone a bit. ]

Am I gonna find that in the welcome guide? I've been hurt by that thing before, I don't know that I want to trust it again.

[drabsolutelynot]

[That actually makes Rosen laugh to himself, though perhaps he shouldn't find the suffering of one of the newcomers funny]

It is there near the rest of the shops, I assure you. And if you find yourself drunk to the point of illness, you can stagger across the street to the clinic and either myself or one of the other clinic staff will be on hand to fix you up.

[radiopalkiller]

[ Haven't been able to get drunk since| he types, and stops before the message is sent. Deletes it, because granted, as far as he's concerned there is still a fifty/fifty chance this is some elaborate illusion he'll be rid of in... five days, tops. But if it's not? Maybe he'd better keep a lid on a few things, for now. ]

Alright, I'll take your word for it.

Might try to avoid the clinic though, seems like they'll have their hands full with bug bites today.

[drabsolutelynot]

Ah. Is it bugs this time? Last time it was metal crabs.

[radiopalkiller]

[ There's a terrible joke somewhere in this, he can tell. Urge to brush off this information, apparently that's a thing he has now. But he should probably ask. The other fifty percent, and all that... ]

How many last times do you know about?

[drabsolutelynot]

About 8 now.

[radiopalkiller]

Happening how often?

[drabsolutelynot]

Exactly once a month. Like clockwork.

[radiopalkiller]

[ Huh. That's a switch. ]

All right, so. Summary: Door opens once a month. Door spits out people from other words, adds some aggressive critters to the mix. Like that?

Follow-up question: Do people leave again? Not if they can waltz out on their own, because I'm guessing that's a negative, but if they sometimes just vanish?