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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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[ so she may be grieving for a dead jack sparrow, but buffy summers has not given up on her patrolling. ergo, mulder may come across a petite blonde touting a battle-axe over her shoulder.

she pauses when she sees someone else through the trees. ]

...Hello?

[Mulder pauses in his tracks at hearing another voice. He turns around to see the younger woman complete with battle-axe and... this day is just being slightly more bizarre than average. But that's ok. At least it's not more talking toads yelling at him. He's just going to roll with it for now until he figures out WTF.]

[He's also noticing she's got the wings too, which means something, but one thing at a time if he can.]

I seem to have made a wrong turn at some kind of dimensional portal, can you help a guy out with some directions here?

[ buffy considers the man -- a clear new feather if she ever saw one -- and tries to put her drama on the back shelf in order to be helpful. ]

Had to be one pretty wrong turn. It's...sorry, this spiel never gets easy. Welcome to Luceti.

Luceti?

[He's going through all the details that he can bring to mind about magical other worlds, but nothing's familiar about that one.]

That doesn't even remotely ring a bell. Could you elaborate a little on that?

[Also 'ARE WE DEAD?' is lurking somewhere in the back of his mind.]

Depends. Do you want the long version or the short?

[Terra's roaming through the woods...well, gliding, really. She isn't up to much, other than enjoying the warmer weather.]

[Maybe a little amused but definitely sympathetic.]

This is Luceti and yes, it's an experiment run by the Malnosso. All of the people you'll find in this realm awoke just as you did, pulled from other worlds. If there's a way to depart this place, we haven't found it yet.

OH--and don't touch the feathers. They're you're lifeline here, so treat them as such.

As much detail as you can.

[It's better he finds out everything he possibly can NOW. Mulder's got a hunch kicking in that it's all about to get a lot worse somehow.]

...But if you're about to tell me we are in the afterlife, I'm going to demand a return ticket.

[Mulder glances over his shoulder, trying to lose the mob of angry toads coming after him. Fortunately, they're slower than he is, but they're persistent little things.]

[A sudden flash of glowing light catches his eyes and... Whoa! What is that? A ghost? An alien? A transdimensional phantasm here to suck out his soul?]

Look over there, it-

[Mulder stops himself, remembering that he's currently Scully-less, although damn does he wish she could be here now. All he can do right now is persistently chase after the strange glowing figure.]

[Terra doesn't notice that she has company, at least not right away. Instead, she heads further into the forest, unwittingly taking him further away from town. Oops. At some point, she glides up to a tree branch, to rest for a moment.]

So we are unwitting test subjects!?

[Why oh why does he have to always be right about these things? At least it seems like he's talking to someone who'll take his ideas seriously, which is a rarity sometimes.]

I'm going to want more explanation on these 'Malnosso', but first... Tell me about the feathers. I've already- yanked at one. Pulling teeth would feel better by comparison.

[Well, Luceti -and her general life- is weird enough where she doesn't find this new feather and his questions odd. So far.]

Don't do it. I'm not kidding when I say they're your lifeline. Lose both your wings, and you're guaranteed an immediate, painful death. I know; it happened to me, once.

[Mulder follows along, determined to catch up with the mysterious glowing woman. Because this is definitely a woman, he's seen enough now to tell. Knowing that, he has to wonder if she can communicate...]

Hello?! Can you understand me?

..Ouch.

[He winces with the thought, the memory of pulling at a feather being enough to keep him getting curious about ever messing with the wings.]

Then you're telling me we're definitely alive right now? How did they get the wings on us, some kind of freaky Dr. Frankenstein-style experiments?

[Terra abruptly glances down...and freezes, eyes widening. She eeps, startled at the sudden, unfamiliar company.]

...yes?

[Though she stays on her branch and doesn't come down; indeed, she looks about ready to glide off (or, more likely, teleport) if he does anything suspicious. She's slowly become less skittish around people in this form, but some of that still remains, especially around new people.]

Yes, we're most definitely alive. In fact, people who were once dead can still arrive here, and even dying here isn't a temporary thing...as you might have guessed from what I just said.

As for the wings, I'm not sure how they did it. Everyone who arrives here wakes up with them...though after a day, they'll stop hurting. It's just your body getting used to them.

You understand me?!

[Mulder looks at her, entirely curious, and entirely interested in finding out more about her. She's unlike anything he's ever seen, and he's seen a LOT of strange things over the years.]

Who are you? What are you, if you don't mind me asking... Are you an inhabitant of these woods? Maybe a... fairy or sprite of some sort?

[Ok, so it's not the afterlife, and yet a lot of dead people are hanging out here anyway. Good to know?]

That's the Malnosso responsible, as you call them. Where's their lab, so I can go give them a personal message of thanks for such treatment?

[Giving someone WINGS isn't the worst thing someone could do, he's aware, but it's still messing with people against their wills.]

[She shakes her head, man swaying.]

I'm not from here, and I'm not a fairy or sprite. I'm...an Esper.

[Well. Sometimes, but she isn't sure she wants to get into that and besides, there's still time before she must revert.]

[Tink's happily minding her own business, collecting bits and pieces of twig and twine and a few nifty lost things to build her own house with. And she spots a person. A very... muddy person. She flits over, arms full to brimming with goodies and just stares.]

You look kind of dirty.

[Sigh.]

They never show themselves, unfortunately. Otherwise, we would have found them long ago. They don't even show themselves during experiments or draft times; when they need people, they just send the droids. You might hear them speak over the journal, though that only happens occasionally.

Now I know I'm in another dimension.

[Mulder peers with total fascination at the fairy, less concerned about his own situation for the moment.]

Are you a native here? Did you bring me away to your enchanted forest, the way it usually happens in mythology?

[Of course, as much as this makes his supernatural geek side... nerd out a lot, Mulder is all too aware of the dangers this could mean. If he's here because of fairies, he might be returned home centuries later than expected.]

What? If they don't show themselves, then hasn't it occurred to someone to track them down? There's got to be some way. I refuse to believe there's not.

[He's getting pretty worked up, but something has caught his attention. Of course, it couldn't be too easy, could it?]

...'Experiments and drafts'? You mean there's more to it than the wings?

An Esper? You mean you have psychic abilities?

[Going with the definition of 'esper' that Mulder is aware of, he's got to wonder if he's mistaken somehow. She might possess psychic powers for all he knew, but she's definitely something more than even just that.]

...psychic abilities? No, I just have magic. That's what Espers are, beings of magic.

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