One: Video

[crazynotstoned]

[The camera comes on to show Geoffrey at a location quite far from the beach, well into the middle of Limbo. He's obviously been wandering around for a bit in his wet clothes -- which consist of some white scrubs and a big plaid robe and look suspiciously hospitalesque -- but he doesn't seem to notice or care

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[caycep]

Hi Geoffrey. I'm Cayce Pollard.

And to be honest, none of us have any real idea what manner of world it is, but if you wait long enough, it might be Fair Verona for a few days.

Do you need any help? Let me rephrase that: what help do you need?

[crazynotstoned]

Oh, no, no, I'm fine... [His face is relatively calm again, but there's a somewhat manic note in his voice. He looks around again, hand still pressed to his head.]

Did you say a few days? [Well, that sort of sounds like his regular life, actually.] What is it you call it today?

[caycep]

We don't really have a name for it. Maybe we should come up with one.

Um. You ... there are some apartment buildings and ... you might want to check them out. Place to stay and all while you get your bearings v

[crazynotstoned]

Oh, yes. I saw my name on a mailbox, somewhere, but I didn't know... it didn't seem familiar.

I've, uh, been transported to many a world, you see, but not one so fantastic yet mundane. Bare, ruin'd choirs -- well, buildings -- in the distance, but my name's on the bloody mailbox! It didn't seem likely.

[caycep]

There's a lot of not-very-likely things here, as it turns out. Try not to let it shock you too much.

The place with your name on the mailbox-it's been set aside for you, so to speak. Don't ask by whom, because we don't know.

[crazynotstoned]

Are you sure it's not the authorities? I find it almost always is. Of course, who the hell they are is anyone's guess.

[caycep]

...what authorities are you thinking of?

[crazynotstoned]

Well... the Canadian ones. But beyond that, seriously, who knows?