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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[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.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{He's silent for a moment.}

...Is it really that awful?

[notsolegal]

Yes. [He's... not really intending to say more on that.]

This place is infinitely preferable. Sadistic, monocle-wearing Laytons or no.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{You just made him more confused. Layton is like, the least sadistic person he knows.
This probably shows on his face.}

[notsolegal]

Like I said, you'll want to avoid that one. ...and mentioning him around Mother, for that matter, if you run into her.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Mother... is here?
{Mind=blown}

[notsolegal]

I told you that already, double. Do try to pay attention.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I just... this is all... quite a lot to take in.

[notsolegal]

Well, try to keep up.

[His expression softens a little, though.]

But yes, Mother's here. This place... it has its perks.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{He wants to ask to see her. But at the same time he doesn't want her to see what he's become.}

Is she... okay?

[notsolegal]

...yeah.

...she... she knows. About the explosion, and... well, everything.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{...Well then.}

And... how does she feel about all of it?

[notsolegal]

She's... been quiet about it. She just changes the subject when I try to bring it up. I... guess she's still trying to get her head around it, and I can hardly blame her for that.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

I... see. {He himself is still kinda trying to as well. He stays quiet.}