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[Dimitri has found himself not sure about his surroundings even more. The piano in his room, (he chose a room with a piano, since that's what he knows right now) has found himself becoming constantly and radically out of tune. It's like as soon as he trills a couple of measures, it's completely off again.]

How does this even happen? That's not even physically possible?

[He finally re-tunes it and tries to play again, but as soon as he does, it becomes out of tune, and he throws the sheet music and stands up.]

If I ever get home, I am changing my major. As soon as possible.

[He walks out and walks into the lobby, giving up on the piano. As much as he wants something familiar and knows it's not going to happen, he's decided to let himself sit face first on the couch, not sure what to do.]

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[Young Dimitri had been finding himself lost with out his music class items that had been taken from him since he didn't even try the Cluedo challenge.

He had been focused on working art portfolio. What else was he going to do? He didn't rather like art that much, but he needed something to do, his mother wanted him to take an art class, and now he has all these requirements he had to reach.

He needed to draw someone. A person. So he decided to draw a person profile, a woman, with long hair and a beautiful long dress. Why not, right?

Jeez, he did not want to do this. He had to have something else to do...]

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[An overwhelming depression as come over Dimitri Allen. Well, the man finds himself depressed a lot, but usually, he has a kept composure.]

[Today, he is slumped on the couch, his face halfway in a pillow and his hat on the floor. He looks like a mess.]

[If you'd like, you can come cheer him up, he might also be blessed with a heavenly virtue....or he'll sound like Marvin from the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.]

["Here I am...brain the size of a planet and they want me to do this?....how depressing...."]

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[A very young, in his teens Dimitri Allen is walking and reading, even though that can be a dangerous past time. He hasn't even noticed he's not in his new school, trying to walk to the library, he's stuck in the dressing room.

Go break his sense of safety that school provides. He's cute.]

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[Dimitri is sitting on a couch in the lobby with a phone book at his side and a mysterious phone to his face. He's been trying to dial numbers to cryptically unnamed places that the small phone book has. In any case, he's begun swearing in Spanish at the receiver.]

Voy a ver quién está en control de este lugar, y me matarán ellos! Yo soy de Rusia, usted mejor creer lo digo en serio! Todos ustedes son bastardos! ¡diablos! ¡al demonio!

[And he hangs up furiously, not before muttering "Dios mio" under his breath. It's probably best if someone, who is actually person, and no a robot, or whoever he got on the other line, came to talk to him. Mr. Allen is clearly not happy.]

((And if you wanted to know what he said, I can roughly translate; "Whoever is in control of this place I am going to find you and kill you! I am Russian, you better believe I'm serious! You are all bastards! Go to hell!" and "dios mio" means "my God". So obviously Dimitri needs some help because he's calling reminding the phone that he's Russian, in Spanish...))

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[Dimitri is working on the new time machine, by sitting on a nearby couch, looking over the written evidence and work and eating boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Alone. By himself. His science duo has diminished to just him, since Claire had walked off.]

[Go ahead and bother him, he can't eat all those cookies by himself.]

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[Dimitri has never been given to dramatic or emotional reactions--except under extreme duress--so for the moment he is looking around, observing the unfamiliar surroundings.]

What... what is this?

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[Finding his way to the roof, Dimitri stares at what appear to be stars. Stars that no one can get too. He feels compelled to look down, but he's sure the heights would make him sick. He wants to know what's down there. Could it be an abyss to nothing, like an H.P. Lovecraft story? Or is there an outside, and the only way to get to it is to jump?

His other idea is, perhaps they're all dead. If they were, that means they're all dead from different dimensions and times. But what if this was death? Stuck in a place like this, to show you all your flaws, and let out all your secrets, with no way out, and the closest you can get to outside is the rooftop. In any case, he doesn't look down.

All he knows is he needs some one to snap him out of this thinking, before he seriously considers jumping.]

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[Dimitri Allen enters the lobby confused. How could he be just walking out of his apartment, and ending up in such a strange place? He looks around him and raises an eyebrow. This isn't even scientifically possible unless the medication he obtained from the doctor was acting up at him.]

[What else was he to do? The only thing he could was hope there were other people here.]

Hello! Is anyone here! I didn't break into this building did I?

Someone?!

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