The Imaginary City

((Actually, PS is nowhere near his office, and AD is dreaming right now, so he shouldn't have heard anything either))

((Right now, AD is the only one who's still in his office anyways))

Hey, AD, you're Probably goIng to wake uP soon, rIght?

Be careful when you do, I don't know If the NIghtnIght Crew already got Into our offIces

PI: AD? PS? Where are you two?

IPI: Huh, they must have wandered off whIle I was gettIng you down from the ChIcago Overcoat...

PI: AlrIght, I'll go through PS' wIndow back Into the real world, to see If the NIghtnIght Crew Is stIll there and to see If I can fInd a way out

IPI: And I'll try to locate our mIssIng team members

you are Starting to wonder if you Should head back to the real world. in fact, you Probably ought to. you've got no idea what real ProblemS might have come uP. PoSSibly oneS in need of Sleuthing or other SortS of Problem Solving.

you begin to Search for either Pickle inSPector or ace dick to helP you find your way back, Since you are Pretty damn loSt right about now.

((Wait, are you going to do everything indirectly?))

((Because you don't have to do that))

IPI: PS, Is that you?

PS: yeS it'S me. i don't SuPPoSe you could Show me to the way back to our officeS?

IPI: No Problem, just follow me

*IPI leads you back to the ladder to your window*

IPI: The real me dId go uP there and hasn't come back sInce. So eIther he's dead or your door Is oPen. Good luck.

*PS enters his office via the window and looks around.*

*IPI floats up to PS window*

*Another Imaginary Picle Inspector (IPI2) awakes in hims imaginary store*

IPI2: Well, whIle I'm already here I should go look for Death and talk to hIm about our gamenIght

*IPI2 goes to the afterlife*

*IPI2 returns furiously*

IPI2: I need to calm down

IPI2: I am full wIth candy-corn lIquor, my ImagInatIon Is lIterally lImItless rIght now. I WILL fInd a way to turn Death back.

*IPI2 exhales and lets his thoughts wander*

*PI appears at the deck of the Chicago Overcoat*

*The group of Imaginary PIs he left behind to fix the afterlife for GPI have apparently repaired it as well*

*It looks like the first Imaginary PI is here and was waiting for you. He floats forward*

IPI: You should Probably go to MKs offIce and take a naP In the fort

IPI: That'll gIve you your full ImagInary Power and we'll need that If It comes to a fIght

PI: Yeah, you are Probably rIght

PI: Where are the PIs that rePaIred the shIP though?

IPI: They vanIshed, looks lIke the ones that are created vIa PIckle RePlIcsImIle don't last forever

IPI: Now hurry and get Into the fort!

*PI climbs back and goes to MKs office, where he goes Into the fort after drinking some of his best Candycorn Liquor*

IPI2: And now we waIt?

IPI: Yes, now we waIt

*jim races through the nearest exit into the real world, which just happens to be an open window into sleuthfall offices*

oh hey i knoww this place
*runs trought the door to the real world*

IPI: Do you thInk we should have done somethIng about that?

IPI2: Nah, I thInk ADs kId got that covered, I'm sure he's a tough guy

IPI: Come to thInk of It, dIdn't somethIng haPPen to hIm?

IPI2: Huh, I don't remember...

IPI2: You know, I just had a thought...

IPI: Yeah?

IPI2: The Cathedral of SyndetIc AscensIon can be entered from our offIces, rIght?

IPI: Well, duh, that's how we got to MKs offIce and to the deck of thIs shIP.

IPI2: And we can fly thIs shIp to the Cathedral, rIght?

IPI: Yeah, so?

IPI2: Hmm...

IPI: What are you thInkIng about?

IPI2: I am wonderIng If there's a way for us to enter the real world wIth thIs shIP

IPI: We could use the doll house to enter MKs offIce and descend the Cathedral!

IPI2: It would Probably sort of kIll us though...

IPI: Oh yeah, we're both ImagInary...

IPI2: Hmmm...

IPI: Hmmm...

Two hysteric, crying elves appear. They tell the twp PIs that their two friends got murdered and that the daughter and the other troll she had with her vanished.
One of the two elves also adds that he failed to find a sewing machine for the daughter.

IPI2: I thInk I could helP wIth the sewIng machIne but we need somethIng In return.

IPI: Huh?

IPI2: You see, the daughter and everyone else are in danger but we are stuck here, Is there some way your elven magIc can helP us?

*after a lot of questing and other stuff, the PIs get a phonecall*

IPI: Who was It?

IPI2: Sollux, looks lIke the fIght Is over

IPI: Oh, uh, that's good

IPI2: Yeah, I better return to the realworld now

IPI: I'll keep and eye on everythIng here

Problem Sleuth arrives in the dream world, more specifically in his dream office. Just what has he been up to since we last saw him? Any chance for an answer is ruined when his attention is caught by four goons standing in his office. He's about to reach for his keys when one of the goons speaks up, saying that they have reported as he requested.

"RequeSted? I don't remember requeSting anyone."

"You said tHat miGHt be an issue, sir, altHouGH you weren't very fortHcominG witH wHy.

Problem Sleuth is obviously puzzled by this turn of events, but it's probably best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Plus, if this is some trick, it's best to keep these guys close by to keep them from starting any funny business.

*PI lands on the street and creates something between his hands while running towards the door*

*suddenly a radio, that was not there before,is not plugged in, and can not be turned off*

*it lets out a burst of static before it settles onto a certain radio station*

*a calm voice rolls out across the room saying A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.


Hello listeners. *

((The Imaginary Realm is HUGE. There would have to be radios EVERYWHERE))

((nope, just a very big, very loud one that can cover the entire land in the sound))

silckenSoul wrote:

((nope, just a very big, very loud one that can cover the entire land in the sound))

(( I imagine a large speaker blasting down buildings with sound. ))