Alone on a wide wide sea.

[abidinglaw]

[For some time now one node on the Journal network has been broadcasting an anonymous patch of sky broken only occasionally by the pacing back and forth of a quaking, sea-soaked man. His hair is matted and bedraggled, his arms are wrapped around his shoulders to conserve what little warmth he has. Occasionally there are sounds of a voice straining

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[Voice]

[fallenambitions]

[... What on earth was this man babbling about? From the video, this man didn't seem quite sane in appearance. Either the man lost his mind or was new and didn't quite grasp the concept of the journal just.]

Is that an attempt to sound like a recording?

[abidinglaw]

Excuse me?

No.

Sorry, I had thought that I was...

[He looks around the book while he talks and pauses, certain he'll find someone standing and watching him. No such person shows themselves of course. Quite rude of them.]

Alone.

Where are you?

[fallenambitions]

You recited where I could possibly be. If I'm not there, try the journal.

[abidinglaw]

[There are very few places for a man to hide on the beach short of digging themselves a hole in the sand and Norrington has been walking over the sand all day without tripping over the concealed limbs of spies. Exhausting all other possible options in a very short time he is left with no choice but to do as he is advised and consult the journal - whereupon he finds a face gazing back at him like a reflection in a lady's hand-mirror. Alarmingly, though, the fact is not his own. First his hands raise to touch the contours of his own face. Finding nothing amiss, he peers at the animated image in the book in an most undignified manner.]

...Extraordinary.

[fallenambitions]

...You are most certainly a New Feather.

[He is kind enough to look past the staring. He was new here, so it's to be expected.]

My name is Alexei and this place that you'll be calling home for a while is known as Luceti. There is no known way for us to leave, so don't bother asking how to return.

[abidinglaw]

Before I make any attempt to leave I should need to know where I am. Luceti - the book made mention of Luceti. This book.

[fallenambitions]

Luceti is a place that is contain within a barrier. Where you are is within this barrier that keeps the Malnosso's enemies outside. The Malnossos are basically the ones running this place and will occasionally run experiments on us. All for the purpose of "finding a way to get us home". [It's obvious in the tone of his voice that he doesn't believe one bit that's what they want to do]

At its center, is a village where we are forced to live in once we arrive.

[abidinglaw]

Right.

[The guide explained a lot of this - though at the time he didn't believe it.]

And you would have me believe that we are incapable of finding our own way home? We'll see.

[fallenambitions]

I am not your enemy, nor did I say that we weren't. I said we simply haven't found a way back, with or without the Malnosso's interventions.

[abidinglaw]

Have you tried choosing a direction and pointing your boat that way? Or have you similarly failed - so far - to locate the docks.

[fallenambitions]

I've only scratched the surface. You should try asking those who have been here for several years now.

[abidinglaw]

Do you know of any such people?

[fallenambitions]

There's a number of them here. You could try the person who wrote that guide for starters.

[abidinglaw]

Raine, yes? How would I go about contacting ... [Him? Her?] them?

[fallenambitions]

The journal is a communicator. You can use it to contact her directly.