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[malactose]

[There's only a stunning view of a wall for all of five seconds, before the user actually turns it upwards and fiddles with the buttons for a moment, leading to moments of buzzing static until he succeeds in turning on the text function.

Looks like someone isn't very good at this.]

i don't understand this

where am i?

[...yeah. Really not good at this.

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text;

[itaidakimasu]

This place is called Promenade.

text;

[malactose]

How do you know?

text;

[itaidakimasu]

I've been here for a few weeks.

text;

[malactose]

Oh.

Is it fun here?

video;

[aeoneurotic]

[ He might have caught a glimpse of the user behind the device...and is none too thrilled about it. ]

How are you here too?

text;

[malactose]

[ But he;s your ~friend~! ]

I don't know.

video;

[aeoneurotic]

[ Noooooo. ]

Of course not.

We need to find a way back as soon as possible.

video;

[malactose]

[ Yeeees. ]

Yes. Where are you?

written.

[avowed]

[in arabic, translated automatically as he writes:]

A prison.

written.

[malactose]

That's not what the other person told me.

[avowed]

Then they are wrong.

[malactose]

How do you know?

text;

[hellogoaway]

It certainly isn't Kansas, Dorothy.

text;

[malactose]

Who's Dorothy? That's not my name.

text;

[hellogoaway]

Alright, so we can assume references to popular culture are lost on you.

Pleasure to meet you, I am Shaun Hastings, a fellow Victim of Circumstance. If you're not Dorothy then who are you?

text;

[malactose]

...

Hello. I'm Kurokichi.