Because ahaha why the heck not.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Suddenly, Clive! This is essentially what has just happened, as one second he was being led away from the wreckage of his machine by Inspector Chelmly, and now he's in a rather fancy looking lobby. What the heck.

He takes a few cautious steps, weary of his pounding head, and looks about.}

... Hello? Is there anyone here?

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[luketriton109]

[Runs down the corridor and stops when he spots Clive.]

C..Clive?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

L-luke?
You... wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?

[luketriton109]

umm from what I'v been told, this plase is like a 'otle that you can't get out of. It draw people from diffent times and places in to it.

/cannot spell

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...
Luke, that sounds a bit preposterous. Even for me.

[luketriton109]

("cannot spell" you or me? as I have my resones for asking)

I know it dose Clive, but.. well you'll see.

Me. I am a terrible speller.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

What does that mean?

its fine ^^ really I asked as I get uptight when people point out mine. I have dyslexia

[luketriton109]

If you walk around the place your bound to find out.

I see. I'm sorry if I made it seem like it was you. ;_;

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Just gonna stare at you.}

You're... really not making much sense, Luke.

its alright ^^

[luketriton109]

[blinks and turns around to head off again]

Its alright Clive, it will you'll see.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...If you say so, I suppose.

[luketriton109]

[looks back and smiles]

See you around Clive.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Bye, Luke...

{...That was a very odd conversation.}

[notsolegal]

[...well, isn't that interesting.]

There are, in actual fact, several people here. You'll have to be more specific.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{...What the hell why do you look exactly like him.
Just going to.
Ignore that for now in lieu of getting some actual information.}

Well, how about someone whom I actually know, then.

[notsolegal]

Well... with that, I can offer you both of the people I've met here.

One, I'd advise you to avoid; a version of Layton who goes about in a monocle. He's... well, he's the professor, but he's not someone you actually know, unless your world is rather unfortunate.

The other... Mother is here. Alive.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Just going to.
Stare at you.}

Are... Are you... me?

[notsolegal]

That would seem to be the case, wouldn't it?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

And... I... We...

{Just give him a sec, it's been a long day.}

[notsolegal]

[Clive's happy enough to do that - not like he has anything better to be doing with his time.]

Take your time, double, I can wait.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{He sinks to his knees. He's so confused, his head is pounding, there's another him... Usually he would question this, having pulled such a trick himself, but right now he's just too damn tired to care.}

[notsolegal]

[He sighs, faintly.]

Come, now. What's the last thing that happened before you arrived here?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...Chelmly was leading me away, to prison, I assume. {He's very quiet.}

[notsolegal]

Ahhh... That would explain it, I suppose.

[He's... just going to leave out the fact that he's been in prison. If this one ever gets home then he'll find it out soon enough, won't he?]

Well, you don't have to worry about that here.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

I wasn't particularly worried about it in the first place. I deserve it.

[notsolegal]

...that opinion will change if you get to prison, I assure you.

[He shakes his head.]

And even if it doesn't, there's no exit in evidence at present, so make the most of your freedom while it lasts.