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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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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?

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.

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