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Who: Anthony Janvier and OPEN.
Where: A mystery. That is, wildly flexible!
When: March 30th, second half of the day.
What: Attempting to keep one's abode defended from pests is liable to go a bit complicated when they've got the ability to open unaccounted-for escape routes. Accursed pencilmonsters!

[There are "monsters" about - possibly hyperbolic way of mentally putting it, but it seems a sensible go-to given comparison to the past - and alert's been given of that by this point.

Paranoia or none, in light of it, response seemed a hundred percent worth riding when it flashed in sharp and automatic at hearing the sound of a door turning out on hinges in an apartment that, at the time, should've had no one else in it. That response was to grab ahold of the short sword and shuffle after it.

Anthony pulls himself through a doorway, and a shuffling past him starts, and quickens.

He stumbles after it - one hand feeling ahead of him, other one gripping his sword, readying it back, it could be nothing at all, he'll find out...!

And then edging along the floor comes to a stop just as his free hand hits a wall, and gives way.

He has practically tripped headlong into a gap where he doesn't remember a gap.

And on the other sound of it, identifiers of space have changed.

Temperature isn't the apartment's, noise is different.

And somewhere in the city, a zombie with a sword's come out of a hole in the wall on the tail of a person-sized pencil and eraser.]

((OOC: No need to assume that he must be right there with the pests wherever it is he's appearing - if you wouldn't mind a run in, he could very easily wander his way closer to wherever the stage had best be set!))

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*This wasn't what Tessa expected to see, but she's learned to adapt easily enough. She flings a rock at the pencil and starts rummaging in her backpack for her weapons.*

What has brought you out of doors?

[That's Tessa's voice.

Tessa's voice says that he's outdoors and there is something moving out there with them!]

Where am I -- ?

[It's hasty, loose, and actually very plainly-voiced, for please help him sort this out, what's going on, assuming something is going on - ]

Uh... 4^th and Plum. A couple blocks away from the mall. What's that thing!?

*She says as she dodges it and goes for the whip.*

[The dinner rush at a Japanese restaurant is generally a busy and hectic time on a good day. When a door suddenly opens in the middle of the dining room and a giant eraser, a giant pencil, and a sword-toting zombie spill out? Well, that's just pandemonium.

It's even strange enough that the guy behind the cash register freezes a bit in shock while the scenario registers. And of course he can't change just yet to fight off the pencil and eraser, because he doesn't want anyone at the restaurant to see him do it...awkward.

At least the people who had previously been eating are doing a fairly good job of getting the heck out of there. Yay? Hajime's doing all he can do with so many people nearby and jumping over the counter to get better in the thick of things. He grabs a chair so he can try to knock the pencil down.]

[He would be physically paralyzed if that wouldn't be an impossible state to maintain under the conditions, as oh, God, that's the sound of commotion, please please please be having another episode.

In lieu of the aforementioned paralysis instead proper coherency of thought's paused - keeps simple at the fact that he took a stumble through a gap that should not have been there and it's now much too loud, too many voices he can't pin and noises he can't pick a stage for too quick and close together not to mix, and yet he's not sure there is anything behind him that'll enable him to retreat back, let alone what actually facilitated him entering whatever or wherever he is now -

He goes and addresses the evidence of human presence in spite of himself, holds up his free hand and turns about with it, blurts out - ]

- H - hold on!

{And... either a question or declaration of some type should follow that but he's totally at a loss for one, please, he doesn't even have a clue where he is or who he's speaking to or what they're doing, hopes he finds some evidence of something useable as a handhold, either literal or situational...]

What, I shouldn't clobber the pencil with the chair?

[Hajime freezes in mid-clobber-swing at that cry to stop, because in the event these are some sort of crazy echo of Anthony's, maybe he's not supposed to kill them.

At least most of the restaurant has cleared out?]