FIRST SOUL --> [Video]

[papahunter]

[*Click!* As soon as the device turns on, the face of a young girl comes into view. She's about fourteen, with bright green eyes that scan the screen for something that she doesn't seem to find. Her expression is deadly serious, and she takes a deep breath before speaking.]If someone can hear me on this thing... my name's Maka Albarn, Scythe

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[mudbloodhater]

[it's always a touch bizarre when people he's met before come back. But Draco has learned to adapt, and to ignore when they don't know anything about where they are.]

Somarium; it's a dream world. You also can't leave until it wants you to, so don't bother trying; nothing you can come up with will work. Tragically.

And welcome back, though I'm well aware you have no idea who I am.

[papahunter]

[Yup, she definitely doesn't recognize you, and though she's grateful for the information, she looks a touch confused.]

Somarium... [Wait.] No, there has to be a way back! It's important; I can't stay here!

[Another pause. She sighs.] Sorry for all the questions. But, what do you mean, 'welcome back?'

[mudbloodhater]

As important as it may be, darling, you're stuck. We've all got important things to do, and they've all been put on hold for the time being.

You've been here before. It's about a 50% chance you remember it, so I'm honestly not that shocked you don't. Suffice to say, some people might recognise you.

[papahunter]

[Maka's frowning, though more in puzzled concentration than anything.] How could I have been here before and not remember? There aren't any gaping holes in my life that I can think of.

[mudbloodhater]

Likely explained away by the fact that this is a dream world. I would think.

[papahunter]

[She shakes her head quickly.] But, you can't use something like that to explain it. There's not much really solid research that's been done on dreams.

[mudbloodhater]

Unless you count Divination. But that's a bloody load of crock regardless, and can't be taken seriously in any realm of the imagination.

[papahunter]

Divination? Like fortune telling?

[mudbloodhater]

Give or take a little. There was no way Trelawney actually had any credentials, though.

[papahunter]

[So many words, Draco.] ... Twelawney?

[mudbloodhater]

[he talks. a lot.]

Yes. A professor at my school. Bloody nutter.

[papahunter]

[Apparently so...]

Okay. So, is this school of yours here, or back... wherever you came from?

[mudbloodhater]

Where I come from. The school here is perfectly fine.

[papahunter]

Alright, gotcha.

So, even in this crazy dream world, people go to school?

[mudbloodhater]

They get bored. Everyone finds something.

I teach.

[papahunter]

[Pinged by the discussion of education.]

You're a teacher? What subject?