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[There's a squelching sound of someone falling into a very muddy area. Then that someone curses under his breath, followed by the distinct sound of some very angry toads who he's disturbed. Many of whom also curse along with the general annoyed croaking.]

Hello? Who's there? Who said that? Scully, are you with me? Can you hear me? SCULLY!?!

[There's a pause, and more muddy squelching. And more grumpy voices in the background as Mulder appears to have fallen into a whole clan of toads. He seems to take this in stride though, thinking aloud as he tries to gain his bearings. He picks up the book that's near him and eyes it curiously. It's very out of place here, but he's already drawing his own conclusions.]

Let me guess. I've finally been abducted by aliens. I knew it was a matter of time, but somehow I always assumed the experience would involve less falling face down in the mud, and more probing.

Not that I want any probing, I'll pass on that opportunity.

So now the question is- aside from where the hell are my real clothes- where am I? My theories include afterlife or parallel dimension, maybe a mix of the two with a dash of government-initiated kidnapping thrown in. It's not every day you wake up in someone else's clothes with wings sprouting out of your back for no reason. Wings that hurt like a bitch when I pull on the feathers, I might add.

[Yeah he already tried that. Is it really any surprise he's already tried that?]

So what's going on here? Who's responsible for this? Was I subjected to an experiment of some kind? Kept imprisoned as a test subject and cast off to the wilderness as soon as they were done with me? Is this Russia? It better not be Russia. I didn't have such great accommodations the last time I went there.

[...and is it just him or are ALL of the toads in the area looking ready to gang up on him? He's deciding he's overstaying his welcome here. Time to get moving. In some direction. So Mulder can be found hurrying the rest of the way through the woods and into town. He's covered in mud and followed close behind by a whole bunch of very disgruntled toads.]

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We've had some cases relating to vampirism. [One of which ended with a fire, but the other... Mulder recalls with some amount of frustration, still.] The most notable involved an entire town of vampires, with one standout citizen among them who went around murdering a couple of tourists. A very real vampire, who'd just happened to be in the possession of a fake set of fangs.

So this slayer deal... are there at least special powers associated with being chosen? [He at least in theory could guess how it might work.]

There's a whole package deal. How else could a petite blonde fight the forces of evil?

I kind of suspected it wasn't something you'd learn through correspondence classes. That at least must come in handy, in a place like this...

Handly like how we just had a war.

[ quiet -- unsettled, still. she lost someone very dear to her in that battle. ] Or a piece of a war. A slice of a bigger war.

[He knows that tone, but is at least not going to pry at the personal stuff unless she brings it up. Despite this being a place he'll be accepted, and able to geek out on the paranormal... Mulder is noticing a lot of darker sides to the situation.]

It's not enough we're experimental test subjects, we have to be at war? Against who?

There's a third party -- the Third Party -- and they're like the us-activists of this world. So imagine your caged fluffy lab-rats only, this time around? The hippies breaking in to free the subjects are armed to the teach and believe that permanent death is the only kind of freedom to offer. They invaded..oh, over a year ago. We've been drafted into battles ever since.

[Not liking the sound of this. No way in hell does Mulder want to fight someone else's war for them. But when there's an army of invaders knocking down the door, what choice would they have?]

Then does this mean the village population consists of mostly fighters and other trained professionals?

[Maybe there's a method to their madness in how they choose people, after all. A Slayer, an FBI agent... who knows what else?]

We make up a big chunk, but we're not the only ones. There are non-combatants. People from worlds completely sans-magic. And there are children.

[His mood definitely takes a downturn when she mentions kids being taken to this place. And he has a very unnerving feeling all of a sudden. He wants to be right, but he also... wants to be wrong.]

...Have these... Malnosso been abducting people for a very long time?

No, you don't get it...[ it sounds like she might have made this argument lots before. ] The Malnosso aren't what's dragging us to this world. They're just taking the haul-in and depositing it -- us -- in this enclosure. They got trapped here too and there's a whole world of trapped people outside of this barrier, looking in. Depending on us like a teeny little petri dish to find their way home.

But there are other abductions from this enclosure -- solo experimentation.

That sheds a new light on things... and makes this whole captor/abductee scenario a bit more complicated. [That and it does provide some information on WHY these crazy experiments. And of course, Mulder is still curious on something, so he has to ask...]

...I guess, if they can take people from any world, they can take them from any time period... say, a couple decades ago?

Try centuries. [ jack sparrow, her ye olde time pirate. her. not the word she should be thinking. ]

Like -- okay, what year are you from?

[Ok, this is sounding potentially interesting, despite some of the... less savory things they've discussed.]

1998. Fortunately well past the era of spandex and big hair.

And I'm from two-thousand and five....and this is vaguely refreshing. Usually I'm the behind one when it comes to the modern agers.

So the world survived Y2K. [A slight teasing laugh.] It looks like we're not too far off, timeline-wise. [And he pauses a moment.] ...and this means someone could just as easily have been taken here from the year 1973.

Well, I haven't met anyone specifically from then...but it's possible. Plus the future. The future is not off-limits.

Sounds like one giant time travel paradox waiting to happen. I'll keep that in mind, though. There's someone important to me who went missing in the past, and I have to wonder if I'll come across some trace of her here.

It happens. The lost are found, the dead undie, and...well, we all do what we can.

[...Samantha...]

I guess even a situation as bad as this one has to have some kind of perks.

[ a very long and undecided silence, then: ] Everything in the shops is free?

[Anyone at all, living or dead, could arrive here... and free stuff. It could be worse.]

[It could also be better.]

At least I don't have to go on an aimless quest to try and get back my wallet, then.

The irony-obsession of this place means it'll probably show up, anyway. With all the money you thought you never had but now can't use.

But then something I really want to find will probably just end up impossible to locate... At least it looks like we can find weapons.

Pretty much your standard middle-ages fare. Less so on the more moderny stuff.

...Tell me there's at least running water?

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