All around me are familiar faces...

[ouiking_ouija]

Whatever Five had done had brought them back, all of them, even Ben, and as far as any of them could tell -mostly thanks to Grace's input- was that it was the morning of their father's funeral, it was as if the past week had simply ceased to exist, they were getting a do-over and this time without the looming threat of an apocalypse hanging over their every move.

None of them questioned it, none of them wanted to, especially given as how they had Ben back, and so they didn't, they just continued on. They didn't continue on as if nothing had changed, because they all knew that literally everything had, and while for the most part they still couldn't stand each other -with a few exceptions- they were all still staying at the house, maybe just out of habit.

But it had been a long day, and Klaus was finding that his initial assessment had been correct and he really didn't care for being sober at all, but he was trying, he wanted to do better, wanted to see just what else he might be capable of.

But right at the moment, he just needed a nap, and the last person he expected to find in his room was, well, himself.

All he had to say, all he really could say about it was: "What, the fuck."

[ooc: as discussed, a post for the Klaus Brigade to go all Ghost of Christmas Future at each other, one on one, all at once, start with one and have another fall in later bc of dimensional weirdness, whatever y'all, we'll make it work, I believe in us.]

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[bestfuneralever]

Three. There are three of him. No. Two extras of him. Somehow. What is happening? No, seriously, what is happening?! "I am not drunk enough for this." He groans, burying his face in his hands as he doubles over against his knees. Maybe if he stays like this long enough, the other hims will just... go away, and this will all just be a really weird dream.

sliiides in here

[channellings]

Make that four, actually, because here comes another (surprisingly) sober Klaus. All the ruckus had woken him up from the nap he was attempting to get in the study nearby and as soon as he walks into the room, he takes one look around at all these versions of himself—

And promptly backpedals the fuck outta there with an oh-so-eloquent, "What. The actual. Fuck?" He stands just outside the doorway, hands pressed over his face, open-mouthed and saucer-eyed. He's not high, right? He's pretty goddamn sure he isn't, but...

There's no way that room has three whole other Klauses in it. Nope, he refuses to believe it-- this is all just some messed up dream he's having. Someone — anyone? — please, come wake him up.

YEAH

[emp4thy]

I am not drunk enough for this. He really isn't. Wait — did one of the others say that, or did he just think it?

The Klaus on the floor lets out a heavy sigh, rolls onto his side, then keeps rolling until he's flat on his front, planting his palms on the floor and pushing himself up to his knees. The room's a bit swimmy, but not in a totally awful way.

There's one of him in a chair, checking his pulse. Another curled in on himself on the bed. Floor Klaus is just about to make a decision about crawling in one direction or another when there's a fresh exclamation from the doorway, shouting... pretty much the exact same thing as the other two.

"Is there an echo in here?"

[ghostphone]

Klaus hasn't even noticed anything is weird or strange about the world. All he knows is he needs to get in the house before Dad realizes he's been gone for nearly three hours past curfew. Except he's probably already noticed and Klaus is gonna be in for actual hell when his training day rolls around tomorrow. Later today. Whatever. Don't mind the child scaling the side of the house like he's done this more times than is at all healthy. He's just gonna climb up and to the window of his room and flip himself over the edge of the sill. He lands with a soft thud, and a somewhat sickening thwack! when his head hit the baseboard under the window. "FUCK!" It takes him a moment or two to recover, doubled over his knees holding his head between his hands. When he finally feels like he might not just see stars when he looks up, he leans up and sits back on his knees.... only to be greeted with a room full of-- him...self? From....the future? He blinks, hard, three times, and then a lot more in rapid succession. "I didn't even drink the Absinthe at that party, what the hell?!"

[ouiking_ouija]

Well, no, his pulse was fine, a little elevated, but that was probably understandable, given the three, no, four other hims, given the one that had just rolled in the window and the thump of the head against the baseboard had him rubbing the back of his own head, because whatever the reason, he remembered that knock and how he'd been seeing stars for a few minutes, but he definitely did not remember falling into the current situation.

"Okay, so, uh, obviously none of us have any idea what the fuck is going on right now, right? Show of hands? Anyone who knows what's going on, hand up, everyone else, hands down."

[ghostphone]

Klaus pointedly does not, by any stretch of imagination, even move to raise his hand at all. He glances around the room to see if any of the rest of-- him??? raise a hand, but he isn't expecting much on the support of that statement. Because they all look just as confused as he feels. So.

"Kay, so... that's settled..." he mutters uncertainly.



The Klaus sporting the cut above his eye is still just as bewildered as the rest of them. He doesn't have a single clue what is happening, or even a theory of how it could be real. "So, uh-- will the real Slim Shady please stand up, cause this shit's givin' me a headache." He rubs at one temple as if to drive the point home that much further.