ξ 001 ; Voice

[charmingdoe]

[ She'd glanced through the journal quickly, and had figured out it was used for communication a few pages in. It was strange, certainly, but not the strangest thing she'd ever seen. Of course, she needed to stay on guard. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all. ]

Either I've died, or this is an unnecessarily intricate attempt at getting

Comments

[abishopreally]

I'm afraid death doesn't feel quite like this.

[charmingdoe]

Sounds almost like you're speaking from experience.

[abishopreally]

...something like that.

[charmingdoe]

...I see. Well, if this isn't death, then what is it?

[abishopreally]

Magic.

Some sort of experiment. This is some village...somewhere called Luceti.

[charmingdoe]

So let me get this straight: We're all dragged here against our wills, at the worst possible time...just so we can be a part of some rubbish experiment?

[abishopreally]

Pretty much.

[charmingdoe]

Is there a way out of it?

[abishopreally]

Not that I've managed to find.