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After a fairly restless night, which was kind of to be expected after all considering he was still in a town he didn't know and sleeping in an apartment that was clearly not meant for someone of his size... (No Edge, you had just gotten soiled from all the posh hotels you got to stay at when on the road.) Soon as it was light enough outside he was out of the apartment and back wandering the island, with his freshly charged phone, still trying to get a signal.

Eventually Edge found himself on the boardwalk so he stopped for a bit to enjoy the view as the sky slowly lit up more as the sun rose higher on the other side of the island. Though he would be hard pressed to admit it out loud to anyone, he was kind of enjoying the small break from the madness and insanity. He couldn't remember the last time he had been ale to get a spontaneous break. And maybe there would be hell to pay with Vince later, but for now, he was going to try and just enjoy the down time and appreciate the place and the people here on this peculiar little island.

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It had become clear to Jason, during his investigations of the previous day, that he would have to dig a little deeper into the Case of the Misleading Calendar than he'd originally assumed! He was fairly certain that, if he had the rest of the Mystery Team with him, it would have been open and shut by now, but he was apparently on his lonesome for this one, but he wouldn't let that stop him!

And since he had to dig a little deeper, it was time for Jason "Master of Disguise" Rogers to do what he did best: hit the pavement and get to work! So it was with that in mind that he'd found himself a cap, a tie, vest and suspenders, a very convincing little moustache, and went to find some hapless local citizens to 'interview.'

"Sir!" Jason called out, in an old-timey sort of accent to really seal the whole deal, as he went along the boardwalk, hoping to find some people there. He waved his notepad at him for his attention before approaching. "Say, there, sir! I'm with the Local Baltimore Press Newspaper. Would you be so kind as to spare a few minutes for a real actual reporter for a piece I'm doing on this here fair island?"

Edge heard someone call out and for a moment pretended not to notice, though he knew that would not work for long as there had been no one else out that way just a few minutes ago. With a slight sigh, he turned and raised an eye brow questioningly (not quite as well as The Rock but still, impressive enough) as he looked at who was coming towards him.

And while he had to give the dude props for tying, it was still a fairly obvious disguise or cover of some kind. You don't spend a couple decades in the wrestling business without getting exposed to a lot of gimmicks and insane getups.

"I don't do interviews outside of a show," Edge tried as he glanced at Jason. "And I'm not from around here anyways."

"Oh-ho!" said Jason, with a chuckle, straight out of a 1930s radio broadcast. "I see, I see! The strong, silent type, are we? Like to keep an...air of mystery about you! Well, we here at the Local Baltimore Press Newspaper can certainly respect that, sir, it'll just be a few questions, a little light fare for the entertainment columns, but inquiring minds simply must know:"

The facade seemed to break for a moment of perfectly sincere seriousness, pencil ready and poised for any useful clue that might come tumbling out of the man's mouth.

"What do you know about Hillhurst Mansion?"

Edge considered the man in front of him for a moment and sighed. His manager would probably have a fit if they found out he was talking to the press without anyone running interference. Then again.... Edge looked at the 'reporter' and snickered. If this guys was actually a reported then Edge figured he would just deal with the fallout in that very unlikely situation.

"Hillhurst Mansion? Never heard of it, outside of an old cheesy TV show the kids were all into back in the 90's. If someone's got you running around doing a piece about that place they are pranking you I'm afraid."

Pranking? A member of the Mystery Team? Ha! Not very likely! Sure, Jason might not be as smart as Duncan "Kid Genius" Wheeler, but he was still a consummate professional over here!

"We'll let our readers," the old-timey accent was back in full swing, "be the judge of that one, sir! But, follow-up question, the kids'll be dying to know:"

Again, his face got serious, eyes narrowed with the intent to leap onto what was sure to be a break-through clue.

"What year is it?"

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Edge considered the man for a moment and shook his head. The guy was dedicated, he would give him that much.

"It's 2021" he said with a sidewise glance at Jason. "See?" he added as he pulled out his phone and unlocked it, showing him the screen that displayed the current date and time. "Why...what year do you think it is?" Edge asked with a somewhat amused smirk.

"2009," Jason admitted, with firm conviction, and considered the man once more, then nodded.

"Sir," he said, with utter sincerity and conviction, "I must come clean with you. I am not actually a reporter for the Local Baltimore Press Newspaper."

And with that dramatic revelation, he peeled away the caterpillar of a moustache on his upper lip.

"Please," he implored, lifting his other hand, "contain your surprise. My name is actually Jason Rogers, and I am a member of an elite group of freelance detectives called the Mystery Team. We have also received reports of 1996, but rest assured. With the Mystery Team involved"--or one third of it, anyway; man! He wished he could find Duncan and Charlie!--"the Case of the Misleading Calendar will be cracked in no time!"

Edge had to actively bite back a sarcastic comment at that reveal. He managed to just nod in feigned surprise.

"Well, this is the first I have heard of anyone thinking they were from another time" he admitted, still eyeing Jason skeptically. "People showing up suddenly from other places years, but not seen anyone yet talking time travel or jumps or whatever would be involved with you getting here from 2009."

You know, provided you weren't just some crazy person off their meds or coming off a bad trip or something. No judgement, Edge had seen some shit over the years., But really dude? Time travel? That wasn't something a sane person usually ran around talking about.

"I'm sure there's a very logical and reasonable explanation," Jason assured the man with confidence. "Like with the Case of the Haunted Hotel, we thought we had a lady ghost on our hands, but it turns out, all that moaning was coming from Tina from math class, who was in the next room with the mayor! He was giving her an extra credit lesson, since she had to miss the school trip to the state capitol that year!"

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Edge just stared at him for a moment, a somewhat dumbfounded look on his face.

"Well, then... I am sure you can figure it out. And keep any terrifying findings to yourself . Best of luck to you on your research and all. Maybe it will all just solve itself at some point and you won't have to worry about it any more?"

Well. It had been a day, and Lucifer was apparently still stuck on this charming backwater island. He'd found his way to the big mansion he clearly owned last night, mostly by trying his keys on any door that looked like it belonged to real estate he’d actually buy, and, well. Drank a lot.

(Too bad that adorable police officer hadn't wanted to play.)

He sauntered to the beach an hour or so after waking, hoping to find some kind of beach club, or a bar that would serve him something with an umbrella. Instead he found...

"Wait, don't I know you from something on television?"

He didn't actually recognize the man, but he certainly looked like someone from television.

[[ aaand lucifer is AU 'met Chloe Decker five years late' Lucifer from season 3's 'Once Upon A Time'. enjoy some pre-character development luce! ]]

Turning towards the voice behind him, Edge turned and considered the rather sharply dressed man. Was definitely a change from the general flare he had seen on the island so far, which he would have likely described as 'quaint'.

"Doubt it" Edge said wryly. "Unless you watch professional wrestling which...." he gave the man another up and down glance "seems unlikely. Though I am perfectly happy to be proven wrong on that." Though there was little hope in his mind of that happening.

[[wheeee new side of Luce!!!]]

"I prefer boxing and luchadores," Lucifer offered. "But I've caught the American side once or twice. Are you in any of the big leagues, by any chance?"

Edge couldn't help but chuckle at that. This really was an odd little island that seemed totally cut off from the rest of the world in many ways. He was not used to being able to just walk around and not be swarmed by fans or at least have a few people recognize him.

"I've wrestled with ICW and WCW back in the day. Best known in the WWE right now. Name's Edge."

And yes that was all you were getting for a name, wrestling promo or not. They kayfabe was strong with this one right now.

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"And nice to meet you, Edge!" He was getting an enthusiastic hand offered his way!

It had been a very boring day on this island, Edge. Lucifer was hoping you could entertain him. "Lucifer Morningstar. Club owner, usually situated in LA."

Edge returned the shake and paused as he caught that name.

"Lucifer... Morningstar?" he asked and then chuckled slightly. "Right... well from what I've gathered since finding myself here, we are quite a ways away from L.A. Seems this is an island off the coast of Maryland."

Edge pulled out his phone to check again just in case and shook his head. "And it still seems impossible to get a decent signal here. Boss man is probably having a complete meltdown wondering where I am." Dwight tried to at least pretend to be concerned about that but naaw, the only thing he was a little bummed about was not being able to watch Vince's face turn various shades of red.

"Yes, home to crustaceans, other seafood, and dreadful boredom," Lucifer said, making a 'hurry up' motion because ugh. Maryland. "Let's not talk about the weather, I'm dying as it is. You wouldn't happen to have been en route to, or leaving from, some kind of hilarious and violent wrestling interlude, would you?"

"Both actually" he said simply. "Finished up big show few days ago. One of the biggest matches I've had in a while too... are you familiar with Hell in a Cell matches by chance? They are some of the most brutal matches that still get aired on TV these days."

And yes fitting match to start off with considering who he was talking to and all.

"Oh, that's when they lock a few of you in a cage and make you duke it out, right?" Lucifer said, his interest immediately piqued. "Do tell."

"Basically," Edge said with a smirk. "You forgot all the toys under the ring, which are of course perfectly legal for the match since its a no holds barred match."

Edge thought for a moment before continuing. "Let's see in that match we ended up with a table, several steel chairs, a kendo stick, a couple metal trash cans, and bat wrapped in barbed wire. So ya know... the normal stuff."

"Oooh, did you break a chair over someone's head?"

Give him all the details, Edge!

"Several, multiple times" he said with a smirk. "Course you cant expect to be in a Hell in a Cell match without taking as much of a beating as you give out" he stated with a slight head shake. Kendo sticks can do quite a number on ya during a match like that."

Edge turned slightly and pulled up the bottom of his shit, showing the welts and bruises still visible from the rods. And that was just the lower back, they got worse as they went up. Take his warning, never mess with a pissed off dude with a kendo stick- it can never end well.

Lucifer looked down and made a suitably impressed noise. "You certainly took a beating," he said. "Does it still hurt?"

See? This was far less boring than his Saturday had been.

It was just a few days ago... what do you think? Edge gave Lucifer a look for a moment.

"Yeah, but I've had worse. Didn't need stiches this time at least so... that's a bonus. Can't say the same for the guy who fell off the top of the cage and onto the table in the middle of the ring. Poor sucker got knocked out completely. Heard he has a slight concussion and needed like 10 stiches in his head."

Which was incredibly common to be honest. Edge himself had quite a few impressive scars from bad falls and badly taken chair shots over the years.

Lucifer was a celestial! He couldn't be expected to know how humans experienced pain!

"Did you throw him at the top of the cage, or how else did that happen?" he inquired. "Be brutal with the details."

"Yeah we were both up on the top edge of the cage. One way to win the match is to be the first one to escape. Which means climbing to the top then climbing back down to the floor outside the ring. Anyways, we both were up there trying to climb down but before we could we ended up in a slug fest up on the railing. Guy lost his footing after about the 5th slap the face. I did my finishing move and sent him over the edge, back into the ring. Dude landed on the table and broke through it like it was made of toothpicks."

Lucifer made an exaggerated face of sympathy at how painful that clearly must have been. "So did you win?"

"Course I did" Edge said with a somewhat smug grin. "Other guys didn't stand a chance. Was heading to the next round of shows and promo events. Ended up here somehow."

"Did you also wake up in a strange bed with several random strangers this morning?" Lucifer inquired.

Edge raised an eyebrow, in classic The Rock fashion, and gave Lucifer a look.

"No...." he started slowly then gave a slight chuckle. "Though might have been better than what happened... depending on who those people in bed with you were and all. No, no I woke up in some pitiful excuse for an apartment over some kind of workshop or something."

Lucifer nodded. "Ah, see, it's not unusual for me to wake up that way, it's just that the other two people there didn't seem to be pleased to be there. And that never happens to me."

He reached into his inner pocket for his flask. "Drink?"

Edge nodded slightly as he considered Lucifer again. He wouldn't deny it, the man was attractive, in a cunning and deceptive sort of way. Lucifer would make the perfect manager for one of the heels on the WWE roster. Not for him, of course... Edge didn't need a manager, but he could still see him being perfect for that role.

"Well you made it out alive, so that's good. Considering waking up in bed with two strangers who weren't all that thrilled... that could have gone very badly."

He looked at the flask for a moment and shook his head with an appreciative smile. "No thanks."

"No?" Lucifer said, surprised. He raised an eyebrow, but then shrugged and took a big gulp of whiskey.

Nothing personal, Edge just had a strict policy of not drinking something he didn't know where it came from. Chalk it up to several bad experiences out on the road in the early days. Buy him a drink and he would gladly oblige, offer him a drink from a flask he had no clue what as in it, and that would be a hard pass.

"So, how long do you reckon we are going to be stuck here before we find a way back to wherever it is we are supposed to be?"

"Well, if my Father is behind this, it could be anywhere between a day and eternity," Lucifer said pleasantly. "He's likely hoping I learn some kind of lesson or whatever, but I'm not interested in His manipulations any longer, so He can go choke on it."

"Well, hopefully it is sooner rather than later. As nice as the place seems, I'm already going to be in hot water with the boss as it is" Edge said shaking his head. "I am supposed to be on of the headliners for the upcoming pay per view shows in a few weeks."

Goose had a new place to stay that he could leave easily from so now he had ended up by the boardwalk and was busy looking at all his new surroundings.

Had he noticed the fluff ball as soon as he had wandered onto the boardwalk nearby? Of course Edge noticed. And a moment later he was crouching down holding his hand out towards the cat. Edge made sure to move slowly, knowing how easily someone his size could spook a cat on high alert.

"Hey fella, where'd you come from?" he asked, glad for once that this island seemed devoid of people who knew him because he would never hear the end of big tough guy Edge tutting at a stray cat.

Ooh a new person to inspect. He liked it when they offered their hand to him, he wandered over to begin inspecting it.

He had woken up in a strange apartment yesterday and had been on a spaceship the day before, it had been a rather eventful few days.

"You are a handsome fella" Edge muttered as he let the cat sniff a moment before scratching him under the chin with one finger.

Yes yes he was handsome wasn’t he? He purred, he was also a big fan of scritches.

"You can get lots of scritches and rubs. I don't have any food for you though, sorry fella. You look like you haven't missed any meals lately though. So maybe you can forgive me?" Edge asked with a grin as he ran his hand slowly down the cat's back

That was okay Edge, Jon had given him lots of food so he was quite content with all the scritches and rubs.

He didn’t know how he had ended up here but he was getting food and lots of petting out of it so he was quite happy to be in this new place.

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