Paracosmic Adventures - Part 1

OOC: Yes, I've already posted this one, but I figured that I'd recontextualize it.

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So, uh, a lot happened today. Right now I’m being interrogated by these ladies in some kind of warehouse. You may be wondering how I got myself into this situation. Well, let me tell you.

Earlier today, while I was working on art, I got a surprise visitor: me. Or rather, another version of me. Her name was Alexandra, and she could not be any more different from me. She didn’t suffer from crippling depression, she had her shit together, and she was… well, brilliant.

Of course, the most notable thing about this alternate version of myself, and the reason she was able to visit me in the first place, was that she had invented paracosmic travel (i.e. the ability to travel to other universes). She had visited several other versions of us prior to meeting me, as she was interested to see how her life could have gone differently.

She liked my art, though it’s of course not nearly as impressive as inventing fucking paracosmic travel, but it was nice to hear that I wasn’t a complete disappointment.

Fortunately for me (or perhaps unfortunately, given my current situation…), I managed to persuade her to give me her spare projector (the device that allowed her to create portals to other universes) before she left. She did warn me about the potential dangers of paracosmic ventures, though. But honestly, who could ever resist the temptation to visit another universe?

Not long after Alexandra had left, I decided to try out the projector and traveled to a city in some kind of cyberpunk-y world. I figured I’d just take a look around to see what this place was like.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long before a cop pulled over, pointed a gun at me, and told me I was under arrest for being “zeroed” (turns out that meant that I couldn’t be found in any database, which was apparently illegal here). There wasn’t much I could do other than put my hands in the air and comply with his demands. And before I knew it, he put some kind of band around my head that made me fall unconscious.

When I finally came to, I was here in this warehouse with these three intimidating cat girls standing in front of me—though, I do have a vague memory of being pulled out of a burning wreckage.

So yeah. Not sure how I’m going to get out of this one.