001 | [voice] | arrival

[possemagnet]

[The audio flicks on with some brief rustling. Dean would've done this entry in video format but he's still going through everything in his head, still trying to ground himself in it, and still in the midst of snooping as much as he can to figure shit out. When he speaks his tone's oddly controlled given the circumstance.] So, I'm gonna go out on a

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[voice]

[alittleraven]

...What did you just say?

[ Because all he heard were strange terms and cussing and just, what. Blink and stare. ]

[voice]

[possemagnet]

Some news on where I am'd be nice.

[voice]

[alittleraven]

No one really knows. If you only want a name - Avon.

[voice]

[possemagnet]

Isn't that a makeup company?

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[that_bowtie]

[Have... this face.]

'Allo!

[video]

[that_bowtie]

You're somewhere else, by the way. Don't go outside, it's cold and wet.

[video]

[possemagnet]

[Okay, weird British dude he's definitely not in Cicero anymore.] ...Yeah, I got that.

[video]

[that_bowtie]

[That weird 'British dude' is smacking himself upside the head.]

This city--interfering with our thoughts--infuriating, really.

City... Avon, yes that's it. You're in the city of Avon. No idea how you got here, but it's definitely not where ... wherever you're from.

[voice]

[slavetoyuuko]

Alcohol can be made available, but perhaps introductions are more pertinent to the situation? Watanuki Kimihiro, at your service, sir, what seems to be the problem? [Mad scribbling can be heard in the background, someone is obsessively taking notes]

[voice]

[possemagnet]

Wata-nuk- Yeah, forget it I'm gonna call you Wat. [Dean pinches the bridge of his nose.] I don't know, genius, probably the fact that I'm way out of my comfort zone here.

[voice]

[slavetoyuuko]

Wa-ta-nu-ki. It's not that hard. Why must everyone try to change my name? Someone else did. I don't remember who. [Sounds rather mild about the entire thing, though rejecting the attempt to shorten it out of hand, still flipping through the unseen book with the steady sound of turning pages] The first step is to forget such a thing exists, really. After that, we can restructure what's comfortable and what isn't. [The obvious tone of someone reading from something written down, not speaking from memory] At the moment, I would suggest writing anything you don't want to lose down. We seem to be forgetting things. Where we came from, who we are, why we're here. Though if we ever knew why we were here, we've all forgotten already.

[voice]

[possemagnet]

[There's a belated pause on the line and then an angry inhale before he speaks.] Great. Thanks for the heads up.

Voice

[omnomnomsweets]

You likely have been hurtled back a few centuries. You would do well to try and speak the same language, though. The locals don't like it when you confuse them.

[Because there's no way he's admitting you've baffled him too.]

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[possemagnet]

I'll try to keep that in mind.

[omnomnomsweets]

Keep it in mind, hmm? Good luck with that. If my predictions are correct, you'll soon be stricken with a horrid forgetfulness.

[possemagnet]

Heard about that.

[emo_git_usurper]

I'm convinced this place is some kind of bloody purgatory... [Commented offhandedly]

[possemagnet]

Yeah, that's a good one- but I don't think so.

[emo_git_usurper]

[A compliment, FINALLY.. however small]

So what was all of that you were going on about? About being hurtled back centuries? [This place looks very similar to Alois's time. He hasn't realized that people can be from different times yet]

[possemagnet]

This place looks ancient.