Fall 1

[in_laquetti]

[Action: 837 Hasting Blvd.]

[Early in the morning, a well-dressed man wearing a vest and slacks stands out in the living room, browsing around through the photographs of the household. He extends an arm out over to the shelf just above him and observes it, noticing himself, an unfamiliar woman, and two little girls, one younger and brown-haired

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[phone]

[doudemoe]

[He's initially pinged by the name "Akinari". Despite it being months since he had last spoke with the dying young man, the name still resounds as familiar.]

It's closer to a separate dimension than a dream world.

[phone]

[in_laquetti]

So, this is a separate reality where I live in the United States and had two daughters.

[All in all, he seems to be taking this surprisingly well. Kashihara has not expressed much fear or concern over suddenly being transported into this Mayfield. His voice retains its relaxed tone as he continues speaking.]

Heh. My wife and son back home won't be too happy.

[phone]

[doudemoe]

Sorry. But nothing can be done about it, so long as we're here.

[Not that the man sounded all that worried to Minato.]

[phone]

[in_laquetti]

Indeed. I would like to be reunited with Junko and Jun, but they'll certainly have some choice words for me and my "new family", I'm sure.

Are you a student?

Re: Phone

[in_laquetti]

But you must imagine that for a person like me, it is surreal. I've found bits and pieces of a life that I had lived here in this so-called "other dimension". Astonishingly enough, it's a very traditional, American life, far different in traditions and aesthetics from my Japanese upbringing.

[Born around the 1950's, while Kashihara had exposure to a more westernized lifestyle with the occupation still in effect, his family had kept to relatively Japanese standards. His interest in other cultures through world history slowly pushed him to a more modernized lifestyle than anything traditional.

It was odd to see himself in a fantasy of a traditional American life taking that into account.]

It seemed like a dream at first.

[in_laquetti]

Yes. I was born and raised in Sumaru City, Japan, but after spending at least ten years teaching world history, this place seems almost familiar to me.

I'm in the United States, but specifically in the 1950's. It fits the norm down to the nuclear family that I've been thrown into... aside from myself being Japanese unlike my wife and children. But there's a contradiction. As normal as this town tries so hard to look, its deception is weak. It pulls people from other dimensions into this one and not quite subtly either. I have come to terms with everything except that.

[wizardoftheweek]

That is because it is not a dream. At least not in the traditional sense.

[in_laquetti]

The experience seems just as surreal, so in a way, yes. May I ask for your name?

[wizardoftheweek]

Patchouli Knowledge. I have been here over two years, personally.

[in_laquetti]

Has it been that long? Mm. Then I suppose I should abandon all my hopes of leaving shortly. Regardless, it's nice meeting you, Ms. Knowledge.

Phone

[kinships]

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kashihara. I know what you mean, I still think it seems like a dream sometimes.

Phone

[in_laquetti]

Have you been here for long, err... May I ask for your name?

Phone

[kinships]

Sorry... I'm Cain.

[He's obviously young, voice not broken yet.]

Only a month or so, but it seems longer.

Phone

[in_laquetti]

It seems you're not fond of this place. I suppose the 50's in the United States has been... relatively uneventful on a domestic level.