[Though Lance was isolating himself in the woods more often than not in the months before his sudden departure from Deerington, it's not there that he wakes upon his return. It's in his room at the Voltron House of Mouse. Distantly, he considers that might be a sign from the universe that he should figure his shit out already. But... his memories of said "shit" are hazy when he first returns.

It's the middle of the day when most people are likely out and about on the town, and he stumbles his way out to the front yard. Where he's immediately hit in the face by that strong warm wind coming down from the mountain.]

Woah! What the cheese?

[He hasn't said something like that in a while, but that might be what happens when you go home for a handful of weeks and then return to Nightmare Town just to be slammed in the face by nearly two years' worth of crazy memories.

The wind is enough to make him stumble a bit, and he braces himself on the trunk of one of the trees nearby. Something feels... strange, and it takes him a slow couple of minutes to realize what feels so off to him. Well, one of the things, there's a lot that's off, and... raw about the entire atmosphere here. But what's off about his immediate touching of the tree is that he's not killing it with radiation. He blinks in bewilderment and looks up at the very alive and flourishing branches with awe.]

[Back in Nightmare Town, and back to all the weird shit that happens in it. Lance can be found in the dollhouse poking the cheek of one of the dolls sitting in the fake bathroom of all places. On the toilet. Which makes sense since dollhouses are owned by children, and if he's learned anything from his niece and nephew it's that putting Barbie on the toilet is the tamest thing they'll think to do that will make them giggle.

He sighs heavy and resigned at the memory of his family and rubs the back of his neck, not enjoying the nauseatingly familiar way it feels more plastic then it did a few minutes ago. Last time he was made into a doll was hardly the worst that has happened to him in Deerington, at least. Silver linings.]

Man, I sure didn't miss this crap. [He pats the doll's shoulder reassuringly.] Could be worse, though. Right, Stacey?

[And with that, "Stacey" is jostled enough to fall over headfirst into the bath tub and her cheap 50s era doll skirt falls to her waist exposing... well, her doll bits.]

[It's been less than a week, hardly a handful of days since he's been back and it's been a mixed back in many ways.

On the plus side: he got to go home and see his family, get some perspective and upon his return, he discovered that the powers he got from Moira aren't there anymore! Or in the very least, they're not going to kill people, he hasn't been ready to test beyond how many trees he doesn't kill with his touch. And he got to reunite with his best friends that he can only see here, and be there for his team.

On the down side: he's back in Deerington where he has been tortured and driven mad, and he's pretty sure he fucked up even worse than ever back home right before he came back to the nightmare. Oh, and some poltergeist or creature from the black lagoon has been stalking him and making his life miserable.

He can be found crouched in various places around the town, examining clues like he thinks he's Sherlock Holmes. A weird set of footprints there, a smattering of blood there, even a chunk of fur and another of scales? It might surprise people to know that he's actually pretty good at investigating this kind of stuff even if he looks like an over-invested LARPer while he's doing it.]

Hmmmm. [He leans down to smell his latest clue up close. His wolf daughter, Edelya sits a few feet nearby and cocks her head at him, he looks to her and frowns.] Don't give me that, of course I know what I'm doing!

[Hit me up with anything you want, I'm game for most stuff. But if you're unsure then I can be contacted at spypigeon for plotting and questions!]