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[bombtoss]

[ on video is a young man who, honestly, looks like he's seen better days. he looks tired and dirty and cold, and definitely looks like he could use a warm bath and a hearty meal. he sighs, finally giving in to using this thing he was instructed to, but not looking directly at it while it records him. ]Che-- Even after searching for days, I've

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[senzaphonic]

[ It's the first he's heard of that theory. Most others have likened it to some kind of dream, but, an illusion? Of course it's disheartening to hear that news about no exit, but the other remark is frankly interesting.

As what's becoming his normal way of communicating via the videos, he takes a moment to (what appears to be) write on something just off-screen. The faint squeak of a dry-erase pen likely giving it away. A few seconds later, he holds up the small white-board for the other to read, he himself appearing fairly curious. On it, in a swift, neat print, in orange ink, is the following:
" An illusion? I guess maybe the maids and other natives seemed like that... (．．)a

It doesn't seem all that bad, though, at least." ]

[bombtoss]

How can it not be that bad if we're captives?!

[senzaphonic]

[... "We aren't being harmed, and we're provided with free shelter, food, and clothing, and we can, more or less, roam as we please. It could be worse, you know."]

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[turkishly]

I'm sure there's a way out--just not one that anyone's able to access or somethin' like that. [The Turk waves a hand dismissively.]

Not that everyone isn't lookin', or at least the majority.

[bombtoss]

Tch-- Idiot! If we can't access it, it's not a way out! That's like saying "There's a door, but it can't be opened"!

[turkishly]

[He gives a mock response of being taken aback before laughing softly.] Come now, come now. You're bein' so serious!

And sure it's you're way out if yah know where it is! Gotta learn how t' open the door before you can leave the room.