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[Mulder is lying half-conscious on the ground somewhere in the general vicinity of the Battle Dome. The skin around his eyes, nose, and mouth is all red and inflamed, and whole sections of feathers have fallen out of his wings. He's got just enough of a mind to recognize that he's felt like this before. Alien blood. He's been exposed somehow, and he's suffering the aftereffects. The how and where he is now might take a bit to catch up with him though.]

[After a moment, a weak voice can be heard on the journals:]

...ice... need... need cold.

[Why can't the return to the village be painless and hassle-free? Or just... returning with a funny haircut or something.]

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[Mulder sets aside the journal for now, attention fully caught by Oswald's shouting. He looks somewhat curiously at the fruit, as soon as his appetite returns more he'll undoubtedly be digging in. He still looks rather sickly, but his humor at least hasn't been effected.]

Like I belong in a frozen foods package. At least I'm here and not still being a personal guinea pig?

[Mulder may want to wash some of the fruit off. Oswald touched it and while his paint is prooobably not poisonous when ingested, it's best not to take any chances. He lays the flower down beside the fruit basket, making an even bigger mess of things.]

That's definitely a plus! So how long've you been gone, anyway? I think I missed ya being taken.

[Mulder remembers the dates he's seen on the journal.]

It wasn't too much longer than a week. Give or take a couple days. It feels... like much longer.

[Now he's becoming aware of the way that Oswald is... uh... what's the proper term even here, dripping?]

What happened to you?

[He shrugs nonchalantly, but as he does so, his ears wobble so forcefully that a few drips of ink are sent flying.]

The Malnosso happened. Thought they'd have a little fun with my paint. It should pass soon enough, but right now it's a bit of a pain.

You were taken too? Damn it, can't they leave us alone...

[That explains the dripping, much better now. Mulder looks a little concerned now.]

You're not... in any danger of losing all of your ink or anything, are you?

[Oswald, on the other hand, looks pretty unconcerned about this whole thing.] I don't think so. Right now, I'm just an endless fountain of ink.

[At least he's not melting into nothing before his very eyes.]

These kidnapping aftereffects get old really fast, don't they?

[Oswald did actually fear that for the first ten minutes or so. Then he realized he wasn't shrinking in the least and thought it was actually kind of cool.]

Eh, I dunno. I have to say, this is kind of funny. I mean, how many people can say they've ever had something like this happen to 'm?

[That appeals to Mulder's odd sense of humor too.]

Not a bad story to share around a campfire. I can't say I've seen anything like it yet, either.

[Not that he knows too many cartoon characters personally though.]

Edited 2011-08-18 04:42 (UTC)

Never a dull day, huh? Imagine if the Malnosso weren't experimentin'. It'd get old here pretty fast.

We would get pretty bored, wouldn't we?

It's like I always say: What's life without adventures? [Of course, being the star of a cartoon series, he's used to having adventures like... every other day. Or, rather, he had them before he 'retired'.]

Not to mention, I would be out of a job if everything was completely uneventful and mundane...

[And let's face it, Mulder thrives on weirdness. Even if at times he jumps in a little too quickly and ends up in over his head.]

Hey, now that ya mention it... What is your job, anyway?

[He grabs a nearby chair and moves it to Mulder's bedside. Then he takes a seat, covering it in ink while doing so.]

[Oh, right, they never got around to discussing that.]

I'm an FBI Agent... my expertise is investigating paranormal cases.

FBI agent... So what do you do when you've investigated a paranormal case? Do ya solve the mysteries behind 'm?

That's right, we solve cases that defy explanation, oftentimes our 'suspects' end up being supernatural entities... or other phenomena.

[Mulder's using a lot of fancy words, but Oswald gets the general gist of it.] So you got to meet monsters? And aliens? And and... mutants?

[And despite everything, Mulder perks up to answer this. Best job ever, really.]

All of the above.

That's so cool! Did you fight 'm?

[Mulder agrees on the coolness.]

I've fought all of those things... and always lived to tell the tale after the fact. Aliens who shapeshift make for especially tough opponents.

Shapeshiftin' aliens... wow. I didn't know humans could have such cool jobs. Are you sure you're not secretly a fictional character?

Around this place, sometimes I have to wonder. Apparently we're all fictional on someone else's world.

We? Ya mean... everyone in Luceti?

I don't have any exact figures to confirm it, but... I've met a few who are in my world, and I've heard of other cases for others too.

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