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Arrakis jolted, suddenly aware of the room around him where he had not been a moment before. His brain registered the pounding on his door and he clambered awkwardly to his feet, the lap blanket falling to the floor behind him in a heap that he neither noticed nor cared about. The look he caught of himself in a mirror as he moved made a cold hand grip around his heart. What was this? Was he dreaming?

The pounding pulled him back to his senses and he continued toward the door. What was going on? Who was trying to get in? Would he even be safe opening the door? What if they realised he was the fake he had realised he was? Why was he here? Why was he a Hunter of all the wretched-- Looking at himself alone had felt like betrayal of a very deep core part of his being. This was wrong, this was very, horribly, utterly wrong.

He swung the door open, eyes wide and a bit wild, breath already coming a bit too fast, a fact that registered too late for him to do anything about. He squawked something at the one in front of him, nothing resembling actual words, and ushered him quickly inside.

Arrakis stared very stupidly at him for a moment, blinking once, twice, as his ability to comprehend words and language came back online. His breathing was still coming too quickly, and his ears were full of buzzing from the pounding of his heartbeat. His brain told him to run, that this was a Hunter in front of him, and that that was a very, very bad thing. He was unprepared. He was woefully, utterly unprepared, and he did not want to die. Not like this. Why had he let him in? Why had he--

The blurted question shook him out of it, and Arrakis visibly reoriented and relaxed a hair.

'...super boring, no offense.'

He wasn't sure why, but that made him laugh. It was a wheezing, shaky laugh full of relief, and he leaned against the wall where he stood.

"No, my name isn't Richard. It's an awful name, isn't it?" He laughed again, a little stronger this time, running his hands through his hair. "No, no, it's Arrakis. Not Richard." He mouthed 'Richard' to himself a few more times, deciding he did not like overmuch the sound or feel of it. "You?"

The hug had, indeed, caught him by surprise. On instinct, he had gone stiff and frozen, only to relax when Ignatius identified himself. After a moment, before responding, Arrakis returned the gesture, dragging Ignatius close enough for a firm hug of his own. He did not hold the hug for as long, however, before releasing Ignatius and offering a chuckle.

"This is not my idea of fun. I hate this game, to be quite honest with you. I mean..." he looked at himself, "I don't look too terribly different I guess, but..." He rolled up a sleeve, clucking disdainfully at the bare, unadorned skin underneath. Tugging his sleeve back down, he sighed. "I suppose there's some differences I'd rather do without... Speaking of without--I don't have my sword." He gestured to the weapon leaning against the table, shaking his head. "I'm not liking this at all, to tell you the truth."

Ignatius as a human was honestly very unsettling, though Arrakis was trying to push through that. The question Ignatius gave him helped, and he snorted in amusement.

"No, humans don't do well with electricity. It kills them, usually. Not all the time, but most of the time." He tried to jam his hands into pockets that weren't there, and he realised he was in his pajamas. So, he settled for crossing his arms. "Please don't stick your finger in a power socket." He wasn't sure what that would do to him within ... whatever was going on. If there was a way out, he didn't want Ignatius wiping himself from existence before they could find it. Rocking back on his heels, he puffed some of his hair out of his face. "...So, what now?"

"Trash the island?" Though, to be honestly, Arrakis couldn't say it wasn't a super, super tempting notion. He had had quite enough of the place, thank you very much. His only reluctance stemmed from the fact that he wasn't sure how long they would remember themselves, if they were going to forget or not. "I mean, I suppose we could try to find a way out of this, but..." He puffed hair out of his face again as he looked around the room he'd woken up in. "I wouldn't even know where to begin. All I know is I'm quite done with whatever's happening. Uncle. Or something." He spun in place, slowly, looking at his room again. Was it even his room? Well, yes, but... was it really?

"Ollee ollee oxen free," he sighed. "Relaxation couldn't be too bad, I suppose... I'm not sure that making targets of ourselves out there would be a good idea." He winced, gesturing to the door. "I don't know what the limits of this place are."

"I mean, I hope we're in Halloween, because I don't terribly like the idea that we were teleported somewhere. Or something." He began to pace between the bed and the front door. That same feeling of regret already had a deep hold on Arrakis, and he was very clearly unsettled. He tried again to stuff his hands in pockets that weren't there and settled this time for rubbing them against his upper arms as he paced. "I know neither one of us are Hunters, that's for sure." He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something distinctly foul. "I wish I knew of a way out of here, but..."

He sat down on the foot of his bed, running his hands through his hair. "I wish I knew of anyone else that might be like us."

"I mean, we could just go ask, but the last thing I want a bunch of possible Hunters to know is that we're here." He didn't seem to mind Ignatius flopping his legs on him, leaning back on his hands a bit and lightly jiggling his own foot where it hung off his bed. "Let me see that pen after you. That's a good idea." He looked up at the ceiling. "Maybe they're not real Hunters, but honestly I don't want to take the chance that they are, you know? I'd like to think we'd be safe, but..." He shook his head. Ignatius' human feet honestly didn't occur to him beyond casual notice, at least insofar as his entire shape was weird to Arrakis. The feet were inconsequential in the light of everything else. "We could try sneaking out, I suppose, but..." That would require him to know his way around this area, which... he did not.