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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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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?

And indoor plumbing. And electricity -- thank God for that development.

This place used to be without electricity?

[HOW DID THEY WATCH PORN.]

It was excruciating.

That must have taken a lot of work to install, even for an enclosure like this.

[Though he's betting they didn't have the local power company come in to do basic hooking things up at any rate.]

Try more like an overnight blink and you'll miss it job.

That's an impressive trick. [He considers a moment.] All of that power, and they're stuck here the same as we are...

Kinda gives you the wiggins, doesn't it? I know it gives me some.

It's downright spooky. [Speaking of that...] Oh, yeah... I don't think I got around to an introduction. The name is Mulder.

[ wait...mulder? she -- oh god, that face was kind of familiar. except the whole some people are fictional part wigs her. she'll avoid it, if she can. ]

Buffy. Buffy Summers.

[Wait wasn't there a show that started airing last year...]

It's good to meet you, Summers. Circumstances aside.

Right back at you -- though, please...call me Buffy.

Call it an old habit... But all right, I'll call you Buffy as long as you promise not to call me Fox.

And here I was thinking you didn't look a bit like a Fox, Mulder. [ although he clearly did. the name fits so perfectly that it wigs her a bit. how often has she used to the don't play scully to my mulder line? it makes her shiver. ]

That's why I make everyone call me Mulder.

Do you make your girlfriend call you Mulder, Mulder?

It's never worked out for any in the past that called me Fox, which probably says something.

[A pause and then for some reason Scully is strongly in mind.]

Even my partner of over five years calls me Mulder. ...Uh... That is. FBI-partner.

Your FBI partner?

[ never mind that she already knows the name. ]

[Yeah she's not THAT kind of partner ~~because someone is in denial~~ and he's glad he's clarified that this time around.]

Agent Scully. Dana Scully. She takes a more skeptical approach to our cases, but after all of this time, all we've seen... I can't imagine working without her.

Skeptical? [ play it cool, girl. ] This place really would get under her skin.

Despite that, she'd still try her hardest to find scientific explanations for all of this. It's all part of the Scully charm, really.

I'm not sure I've ever really known a person like that -- or if I did, they never remained skeptic for long. The whole demons thing is a little hard to avoid, home.

It's kind of hard to ignore when something is hunting you down. Scully has gotten better over the years I've known her. Even she's had times where she's had to admit that science as we know it can't explain away everything.

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