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“Okay, I don't know what kind of a sick joke this is, but I can promise you right now that I ain't laughing.”

Thirty seconds ago, Gunn hadn't been in this – weird-ass, mechanical place. He had very much been stepping into the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel, sack of cheeseburgers in hand. The food was, of course, gone ('Fourteen dollars down the drain, dammit,' he thought briefly) and his stomach was oddly twisted, clenched and upset. He didn't like it.

He turned immediately in a full circle, hands curling into tight fists at his sides, looking for something to lunge at. “I swear, if this is some pasty-ass demon's idea of a joke...”

Dammit.

Fred was hungry. He just wanted to bring her the godforsaken cheeseburgers.

He was met with a stunning sort of silence as he turned that served to put him on edge more than at ease, and he lifted his fists to about chest-height, stepping to the side.

“Come on out, whoever – or whatever – you are--” he started, before his hip smacked against the pedestal that the tablet was sitting on, and Gunn nearly yelled out loud out of surprise, and then frustration. He dropped his fists and snatched the tablet up, hastily flipping it open and looking for a way to communicate with the device. “You better be some sort of fancy cellphone, and I better get some sort of reception in here,” he grumbled, tapping on the screen a little harshly and looking for some sort of number pad to dial out with. "Hello? Can anyone hear this thing?"

He was about ready to give up and throw the little device when his eyes cut up and he realized that a door had opened. 'Okay. Liking this place less and less as time goes on,' he thought, and instead of throwing the tablet, squeezed it a little too-tightly in his hands as he started out in the hallway. There was going to be hell to pay if his food was cold by the time he got home.

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"It's not a joke," Angel offered up to the face on the screen.

What happened in hell was complicated, but Angel is the last person to be holding something like that above someone else's head. Besides, time had a habit of not lining up here in Taxon. The people from their era, their world, were from varying years and months and days. He doubted Gunn was from the same point in time he was.

"Finding myself kind of wishing it was."

He'd lost that entire bag of cheeseburgers, for one. He'd paid good money for those.

"Where the hell is this place?"

"Taxon. We don't know exactly where it's located. It's an enormous cavern on some planet in an alternate dimension. At least, we assume it's an alternate dimension." Given the number of people here who were from clashing realities - the differences between the kind of vampires he and Spike are and Godric and Eric are, for one - makes the alternate dimension assumption the most plausible. Not like they haven't experienced that before prior to this place.

"An alternate dimension." Boy, it was impossible to count the number of ways that Gunn didn't like that answer. He shifted the tablet a little, as if he could get a better view of Angel. "Are we talking like, Pylea, or unfathomable hell dimension? 'Cause I gotta say I don't really like the sound of either."

"Closer to Pylea, only with mindless Extras who don't want to sell us as cattle."

Thankfully, it was nothing close to the hell dimensions Angel's stepped foot in. Sad that he can actually pluralize dimension.

Extras? He started to ask, then decided that maybe it just wasn't worth it.

"Okay. Uh. Anything in particular I should look out for? Specific ..demon type or anything?"

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