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The other person in the room bolted into a sitting position. That was a struggle in itself, since as soon as he had, there was a punch of dizziness and fear that Conan wasn't usually willing to let himself fear. This time his hands trembled with the exertion that he'd supposedly expended but ... hadn't.
He wasn't running. Rudy wasn't either.
What had happened?
Or, rather, had it happened at all.
Shaking off the thought, Conan hurriedly rolled off the bed. He tried to stand, but had to hold a hand out to brace himself up. Rudy seemed to be having similar problems. Conan was willing to bet anything that they'd both had the same "dream" but he couldn't be sure until he asked.
"What did you just wake up from?" he hissed out between his teeth. "What were you dreaming about?"

Poltergeist // Sytry mintedstar/fur, open for others

There comes a time when nobody can hide their true emotions. This was Ryan King's. "Of course I know that! But all of the more fitting names were taken by super heroes and villains of old!" He shouted out to Sytry, who still was not visible, quite obviously very, very offended. "Pretty soon I'll be acting like a realpoltergeist, and when that happens, you'll regret you ever said anything in your life!" He hated being called, however hidden behind the "I'm trying to help you" attitude, stupid, or without common knowledge, especially when he did know it.

(I somehow missed this. D: )

There was a soft knock on the door, as if it wasn't sure it wanted to interrupt. Then it grew harder the second time around and a voice - female, no-nonsense, with an accent - said, "Hello? I can hear someone in there. So do you want to come out or not."
The shift in locations had thrown Sally off. Particularly since she didn't trust this place to actually do anything appropriate. There was just too much going on and too much of it was the result of Sable or who knew what else messing with the museum. She didn't like it, not one bit.
So she was ready to face whoever had decided to hide out in this particular room.

( Kuragehime )

Poltergeist // Sytry, open for others // mintedstar/fur

"Well, you see, every time I would have gotten mentioned or introduced, they would have gotten confused on which one or thought me a copy.", he said, forcing himself to calm down, though annoyed by the fact that Sytry didn't sound the slightest bit worried. "Plus, a lot do have the nerve to trademark their names.", he added. He could now see Sytry's feathered headdress. "Now, are you just the feathers, or are you more than a sentient hat?", he said, hoping to annoy Sytry the way they annoyed him.

Shoot, they said it!
Lupin took a step back. Just a small one. His suspicions heightening. He wasn't sure what to do. He felt like he was being baited, but what could he do about that? There wasn't much he could do about the situation other than be aware it existed.
"Yesssss?" he half hissed, the sound escaping through his lips. He waited for a second, then pondered the actual question, since its contents had gone completely over his head.
"I don't," he said. "You've been here for a couple minutes, at most, and I can tell you I don't know what's going on. I don't know if it is a post-death experience, but it's something."
Another hesitation.
"He knows exactly what we are," Lupin added cryptically. "Unless you have a set plan for what to do and what needs to happen to work all of this out, I can't claim to have any idea."

Poltergeist // Sytry // mintedstar/fur

"I'm not so sure.", he replied to Sytry's comment on her possible stylishness. "Also, how long have you been stuck here? If you've been stuck here for a while, then maybe your tendency to pick on newcomers instead of actually trying to escape one way or the other explains it.", he said, now moving closer to Sytry. "Another thing. Which one are you trying to find?"

Dipper | Hallway in the Museum | Myrnin

"I just got kidnapped? Time is weird, dude." Dipper raised his eyebrow at the man's mumblings. Grunkle Ford had the same tendency to talk about things as if anyone else knew what he was talking about. Then he'd nod along to whatever had been just said acting like his uncle's one and only pupil would. "This whole place is weird." Its also weird that he was talking to an adult who was all too eager to talk about human ideas. Frankly he needed a break from some weirdness, he and the town went through enough already.
"Unless we're really dead? I don't trust what the note said. Wait, did you get Salem's note too?" He asked Myrnin stuffing down the next theory he could have thought up.

"I think you underestimate my ability to pick on anyone, regardless of newness or location," said Sytry with a yawn. They were growing bored, for starters. They wished they had something sweet on them. Cake, for example. That sounded like a good idea.
"I've tried to escape," they added with a yawn. "It's basically been down to this place not really letting you. As for what I'm trying to find ..." They tapped a few of their long fingers against their arm. "A way out and back to my regular life, of course. Why? What about you?"

(The idea that Lupin will ever speak up is hilarious.)

Lupin twisted several of the rings on his fingers back and forth, finding it easier to focus on them than it was to focus on Cas. Needless to say, it didn't work that well. 
"I can tell you that this place has an odd reaction to powers," he said. "That you don't need to eat or sleep, even if you originally need to. Time doesn't pass like it should here - there isn't any way to tell if you've been here for an hour or a day. There are other things, of course." His eyes narrowed.
He backed up under the eyes that Cas suddenly directed at him. He took a hasty tenseness in his shoulders.
"No. No I don't." He couldn't help pursing his lips. "I'm not sure why. It might be because we're from other worlds."

"Returning to hell," Sytry said with a sigh, as if this should have been obvious. "A devil can still die."
They knew that far to well, didn't they?
Their eyebrows knit together before they let the memory go.
"It's always possible to find those things," Sytry agreed. They strode past Poltergeist. "But if you wanted to find something, I would guess that it's a good idea to head this way, yes?"

"Kidnapped is a light way of putting it," Myrnin said with a shrug. There was a whole larger problem then considering this kidnapping. As far as Myrnin could consider, this was more along the lines of hiding them away. 
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Myrnin snorted. It seemed so hard to imagine that he wasn't dead at this point. There was too much around to consider otherwise. He'd died here and come back - in a fashion. He hadn't 'died' so much as ... well, gotten very hurt. This place was odd. He knew there were other options for what could be going on here, but dead seemed the most likely option.
"I think that it's hard to prove we're dead," he said to Dipper. "But it's very hard to disprove as well."
He rummaged in a pocket and pulled out Sable's letter. Somehow, even after all he'd been here, it was still whole. There had to be some magic too that. "Yes, I got it."

Yet again did Dipper furrowed his brow hearing the vampire shrug. "Then what else would you call it?" He pestered irritantly. Regardless of the bigger issues, one moment he was on his bus ride back home and the next thing that just had to happen was ending up in a museum of all places. Besides the empty hallways and seemingly empty rooms the only person he's met had been Myrnin who already presented himself far from the norm in his world. There was no logical way to determine what had happened other than Salem's ever informative notice. No further push was needed to have the boy prattle off at to why they were dead while actually not being dead. "Really?"

Upon the vampire's commentary he fidgeted fishing out the note he'd awoken with. No matter the scurtiny that would befall his theories his eyes brightened at the chance to explain. "If we got these notes with the same information then that could give us some idea of how Salem does things around here. Is salem real? Does he actually have a weird museum? Why bother setting up one in the first place?" He paused, flipping over his own note to examine it. "There could be some secret message behind this or even magic, the all powerful kind that could have been used to trap us here! I could argue you could check your pulse unless you're like a zombie or some creature - maybe the museum has something to do with that...probably."

(Hey, sorry I keep disappearing for months! I'm trying to balance everything, but I'll definitely try to be more active.)

(Sure thing Kuragehime and broken!)