It isn't the Apple, but it's enough. [Active]

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Characters: Brain Gremlin, Xigbar, drop-ins?
Time: Late morning.
Setting: Just past Niflheim.
Summary: The Brain Gremlin arrives, and would like some company for coffee.
Warnings: None at all!

 The Brain Gremlin's eyes snapped open; he wasn't alarmed, but he was startled. One moment, he had been part of a large musical number, drawing in breath for the next verse... and then the next, while he'd shut his eyes, the sounds had stopped. The music, the crowd noise from the gremlin rabble, the alarms in the background? All of them were gone. He was no longer in the Clamp Center, preparing to explore New York, but in front of a large silver gate, as part of a line.

 

He could see buildings beyond the gate easily enough. A different city? A town? Very well; he'd explore that.

 

The little reptilian reached the gatekeeper's booth eventually, having to back away to better see the person inside. When asked his name, he had  to admit to not having one. The blonde inside shook her head, insisting he answer to something. "We have to keep some record."

 

"Very well. I am the Brain Gremlin. Now, may I...?" Gesturing towards the buildings, he raised an eyebrow.

 

"Of course--but, sir! Here." Pamphlets and a journal were offered and accepted. "Please, enjoy your stay in Paixao."

 

"Thank you; I'm sure that I will. Ciao!" Revealing rows of small, sharp teeth in an impish smile, the gremlin continued on, taking a seat at the base of the first tree he came across. (Its construction was noted and dismissed; everything in the Clamp Center had been artificial, as well.)  He wanted to see what could be done with the journal, and would.