[Since escaping that situation with the weird liquid person, Dixon’s been laying low, sitting with three walls of emerald ruin around him like a toad cozy in its hole. Part of that is strategic - the teleportation will eventually pop him up in front of another person, and God only knows how long this will be going on. He may as well conserve energy until some kind of solution arrives.
It’s also because Dixon feels plastered. He hasn’t had anything to eat or drink since he got here, but he’s pretty familiar with the sensation. He feels warm and heady and way too calm for the situation and like he’ll ramble the ear off anyone who gets close, but also a little too numb in his face and like the world is slow to catch up when he turns his head. It’s not a bad feeling; it’s actually pretty good. He’s just completely confused and concerned about how he ended up in this state.
He thinks about how hard he hit his head on the ground fighting with that thing. Maybe he has a head injury. Maybe he had a stroke. He doesn’t know, and the more he thinks about it the more his head hurts, so he fishes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket and starts smoking.
He’s about twenty seconds into the second cigarette when the teleportation jacks up again and he’s suddenly in front of the Wizard of Oz statues again. He stumbles to his feet, putting his hand on the scarecrow for balance, and sees way too many people, some familiar from, some unknown entities, a good chunk not strictly human, and one the weird liquid person he got into a fight with. He feels stunned for a moment, then realizes Saber has said something and he should probably respond in a way that makes it clear he’s not fucked up.]
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It’s also because Dixon feels plastered. He hasn’t had anything to eat or drink since he got here, but he’s pretty familiar with the sensation. He feels warm and heady and way too calm for the situation and like he’ll ramble the ear off anyone who gets close, but also a little too numb in his face and like the world is slow to catch up when he turns his head. It’s not a bad feeling; it’s actually pretty good. He’s just completely confused and concerned about how he ended up in this state.
He thinks about how hard he hit his head on the ground fighting with that thing. Maybe he has a head injury. Maybe he had a stroke. He doesn’t know, and the more he thinks about it the more his head hurts, so he fishes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket and starts smoking.
He’s about twenty seconds into the second cigarette when the teleportation jacks up again and he’s suddenly in front of the Wizard of Oz statues again. He stumbles to his feet, putting his hand on the scarecrow for balance, and sees way too many people, some familiar from, some unknown entities, a good chunk not strictly human, and one the weird liquid person he got into a fight with. He feels stunned for a moment, then realizes Saber has said something and he should probably respond in a way that makes it clear he’s not fucked up.]
Prob’ly take roll.
[Nah he’s super fucked up.]