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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]

[ He glanced at the sender for every message. One or two names- they sounded familiar. Nothing jumped out. And once a name finally did--Figures he'd get a chance at that familiar gut-wrenching emptiness in his stomach again.

He forces himself to type through it quickly. ]

Delight's bar? Because I've got a great view of the rubble from here.

[ Philip sends a snapshot. A frozen wave of his hand, and a thin smile, atop the ruins of something that must've counted as entertainment once. ]

Unless the local sightseeing tour's got more derelict liquor joints to offer.

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[knifecollecting]

Told ya it got blown up. [But the picture of the bar sobers her. She hadn't been to see it. What a mess.]

There aren't others. The Speakeasy's pretty nice.

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[radiopalkiller]

[ "Philip! Is that you? I can't believe it! Small multi-dimensional network of creepy worlds, huh?"

...No? You don' say. He kicks at the rubble at his feet in frustration. Grimaces instantly. Jesus Christ, pull yourself together, you're acting like she's the first person you lost. Or even one of the first ten. You've known better for ages. Bloody well act like it.

It takes him a while to start typing again. ]

I'll head there later. Does the recommendation come from a patron or a bartender?

You know, as much "it's the only place you've got" counts as recommendation.

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[knifecollecting]

[Sorry, Philip.

That's an interesting way to put the question and Jo stares at it for a moment before responding.]

I just drink.

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[radiopalkiller]

[ Philip huffs a laugh. Bitter, voiceless. Thankfully unwitnessed. ]

Throughout life in general or just at the bar?

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[knifecollecting]

[Wow, Philip.]

at the bar. generally I'm a productive enough member of society.