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[rawrsoangry]

[a very irate Italian man is now wandering clueless about the town, glaring almightily and looking about ready to punch anybody who gets too close - ie within a ten-metre radius. Eventually he stops outside the city hall and just glares around, ranting]What the fuck is going on in this shithole? When I find the scum who put me here and messed

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[dysprosodia]

Get your own drink.

[rawrsoangry]

And who the fuck are you? Are there any bars around this trash heap? Seems kind of primitive.

[dysprosodia]

Rita. There should be one, though I never bothered to check it out.

[rawrsoangry]

You a kid or something?

[sore_feet_man]

... *mutters* I should've kept my mouth shut earlier...

Oi. I know where you can get free drinks. Take it easy and listen to what I have to tell you about your situation right now, and I'll escort you. Only after that, though.

[rawrsoangry]

The fuck are you babbling about? If you've got something to say, spit it out. I'm not all that good with patience and that shit.

[sore_feet_man]

*Ginko explanation tone time! his voice is clear, concise, instructive without having a know-it-all feel*

All you remember is your name, right? That's how I showed up here, too. It's how everyone showed up. None of us know how we got here, and there's currently no way to go home of your own will.

*motions to city hall, the surrounding buildings* This whole town was built by people brought here the same as you. They found a way to get by, and most here agree that that's for the best.

The silver lining is that your memories will return gradually. I've recovered a good deal of mine, for example.

[rawrsoangry]

*Xanxus considers this, though looks no less sour*

Hnn. Well, fuck it. If I'm here, I'm here, and I'll just have to find a way to get back to...wherever the hell I was before.

You mentioned something about a drink.

[rawrsoangry]

And who the fuck are you, scummy bratling?

[rawrsoangry]

I'm Xanxus. That's all I need to know.