o1: arrival

[past_chosen]

Well well, from one war-torn world to another. Seems even other worlds are in need of the beautiful Zelos and all his amazing talents. And yet! Brought here against my will? To this horrible, dusty, wreckage... oh, why must you be so cruel? How can anyone be expected to actually live in this hole

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[Voice]

[machines_talk]

Well, this place is called Econtra, an' it's supposed to be on some part of Earth. Or some version of Earth, leastaways. We're here as some sorta gambit in what's apparently a civil war between two groups of life-stealing alien energy creatures.

...Guess you could probably call it a village, if ya didn't wanna say war camp?

Re: [Voice]

[past_chosen]

No no, I suppose "war camp" is probably the better term.

You know, war isn't really my thing? I have priorities and all. Still, I suppose I'm not going to be allowed back home. Or do pretty much anything I might want.

Nothing new there.

[Voice]

[machines_talk]

Ain't really most people's thing, I don't think. Sure ain't mine. That don't really seem to figure in much, though.

Some folk get sent back home. Don't have a choice in when or how, though, far as I can tell. As for doin' what you like, probably depends on what it is you're wantin' to do. We do get some freedom, far as the day-to-day goes.

Re: [Voice]

[past_chosen]

Yeah, I getcha. I suppose I'll just have to live with some restrictions. Here's hoping they won't interfere too much with my way of life!

So what do the lovely ladies like you do with your time?

[Voice]

[machines_talk]

Well, unless you're keen on a lot of drinkin' an' fightin', they shouldn't too much.

[Laughing] Well, ain't you a charmer? Muck about with the appliances, try an' find materials for somethin' useful, try not to go 'bout half-crazy with the waitin'. You know, the usual.