[Fourth Wall]

[selfhelp]

[This is a catch-all! If you want to bother Billy Kaplan, Asch the Bloody, or Ellie, they are around town and available for pestering. Billy and Ellie are wandering (on the look-out for familiar faces), but Asch is most likely holed out behind the counter of the bar and hating everything.

Non-obvious visitors should request/specify who they want or prepare to be surprised.]

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[appliedhelp]

[At first, Rebecca had been caught up in the crowd, absolutely clueless and more than a little frazzled. No idea where she was, people who looked familiar and yet not, and she could've sworn she was in her office just a moment ago. For a good while, it's like that for her.

But by the time Billy sees her, she's sitting across from a beefy RPG protagonist with a huge sword strapped to his back, and... with his head in his hands, shoulders shaking as he pours his life story to her. Rebecca nods and jots something down in her notes, then leans forward to talk quietly with the protag. Gosh, video game characters have it tough.]

[piinthesky]

To my knowledge there is only myself, you, and the other you.

[That is to say, he hasn't noticed a third presence identical to his own yet. His attention lies with Asch and whatever task he's engaged in. Polishing counters, drying glasses, and the like is fascinating when you neither eat nor drink. Those wings also earn an inquisitive stare - certainly he didn't always have those?]

I apologize for the intrusion if you're displeased to see me.

[selfhelp]

[He'd have loved to have a reasonable and calm reaction to seeing his mother for the first time in- god, two years - but there's no calm left in him by the end of the day. So all he can manage is the expression of a (very startled) drowning fish, followed swiftly by his shout of, "Mom!" as he hurries over to her. Sorry, random swordsman, you're going to have to cut your session short.]

[appliedhelp]

[Rebecca can recognize the voice of one of her sons' voice anywhere, even in a crowd. So when she hears that call, she trails off to look towards it, sees her son coming towards her, and -

Well. Sorry, mister swordsman. She stands, briefly tells him that they'll discuss later, then moves to greet Billy. She'd only seen him this morning, but he looks so shocked and desperate that she can't help holding her hands out, though her intention is to hold his shoulder more than anything else.]

Billy! There you are! [You have a lot of explaining to do young man as soon as she gets to you]

[stubbornhealer]

I'm - I'm fine now. [Surely that ruffian wouldn't dare to come near her again, though he doesn't look pleased.] ... Are you?

[wearyofscreams]

[Jack slid off the roof and flipped around, righting himself and then leaning down more to Billy's height.]

Aaaah, so you've heard of me, have you? King of Halloween! [He made a grandiose bow] At your service.

[chirpchirp]

[hurray buddy~ it nuzzled his cheek and settled in next to him, its cloak glowing gently with the contact]

♪　♫♪？

[what do you mean get stepped on? why would someone step on me?]

[fabrecation]

Well... no, but...

[Luke gives a watery little chuckle, though his lips soon tilt downward in the fight to hold back his tears. It's the first time it's really hit him that he really has no place to go home to. Asch is here and alive... and back home, he's dead. Dead with him... And god, it's such a relief to see Asch alive, warm and with color and breathing and eyes open and everything, and not...]

I'm sorry, I'm being stupid right now... Can we talk somewhere else? [This is Asch's workplace and all...]

[selfhelp]

[Yeah, Asshole wins.]

That isn't your call to make, it's hers. And you can't tell me what to do.

[God, Pietro, are you five?]

[maximoff_boy]

[It usually does. Pietro has a way with people. He looks Billy over again, judging. There is something damn familiar about this kid who is probably actually older than himself, but he's chalking that up to the terrible Wanda-like hair-cut. ]

Hmn. You're right. I can't tell you what to do. But Wanda'll listen to me. So you best just start getting used to the idea of not seeing her any more. Really, it's all for the best; once I find a way out of here, she and I won't be around, anyway.

[selfhelp]

Uh... nice to meet you.

[He. Thinks. Maybe.]

You need help with something?

[dissonates]

[Idiot. He's such an idiot. Asch frowns, then jerks his head in the direction of the bar again.]

There's a room in the back. We can talk there.

[He'll just go ahead and lead the way.]