[voice]

[right_reaction]

[There's a click, followed by a soft "Ah." A moment's pause, and a male voice starts in, brightly.]

This is some sort of phone, isn't it? It's pretty different from the ones I'm used to [a brief laugh] but it seems pretty useful!

[His voice looses some energy.] So, is there anyone who could tell me where I am?

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[supercilious]

[ Oh! He remembers you! You're- ]

The newspaper guy. Christ. It's the month for memoryloss, apparently.

[ Whoops that was mostly a personal aside, he didn't really mean to broadcast it. ]

You're in Anatole. The device is called a Forge.

[voice]

[right_reaction]

[...now that recognition makes this whole 'waking up somewhere completely different' thing even more concerning.

But he just sounds puzzled.]

Pardon?

[Video]

[supercilious]

You have a replay function, don't you?

[ Oh. Charming. ]

[Video]

[right_reaction]

[There's a short pause, but Grimmer has kept his cover in the face of much worse than this. He'll just keep sounding politely confused.]

Ah- what did you mean about memory loss?

[voice]

[calamitousnaiad]

It is rather like a phone, yes! Only it has the capability to speak to many people at once.

Unfortunately, you're not in your own world any longer, sir. This city is called Anatole and as far as we can tell, it's the only city still populated on this world.

[voice]

[right_reaction]

That is useful!

[There's a pause, and when he speaks again he sounds a touch skeptical.] But how did I get here?

[voice]

[calamitousnaiad]

Well, the jury's still a bit out on that. The same way the rest of us were brought here, I imagine. Everyone you can speak to on this device is from somewhere else.

It's said we're brought here through 'the Door' though if that's true, then I think the Door must house a passage that bridges realities because there's no other way for all of us to be in the same place.

[voice]

[right_reaction]

[There is, of course, the possibility that this is all a detailed delusion. But he knows his own case, and delusion is not something he's predisposed to. He can trust his senses, or at least he's always been able to, and his senses are informing him that at least part of what the woman is saying is true.

The problem, of course, is that it makes no sense.]

I'm afraid I never really did well with physics. [a sheepish laugh] Are you saying we've been...brought to a different dimension? [is that the right way of phrasing it?]

[text]

[theprettyfits]

It does seem to be some sort of phone, although I am only using its text capabilities. I don't want to reveal too much about myself until I get my questions answered.

Like you, I don't know where I am. Have you been having unusual headaches too?

[voice]

[right_reaction]

[Kid, being openly suspicious like that is terrible tradecraft. You're just going to make other suspicious people pay attention to you.

Have a pleasantly puzzled voice.]

Hmm? No, I feel fine.

[text]

[theprettyfits]

[Simon continues to text, still uncertain about using anything else.]

Strange. I guess it's just me experiencing that. Probably from when I hit my head on the door of the infirmary.

[voice]

[right_reaction]

If your head is bothering you, you should probably head back there. [Just some friendly advice.]

[lilbloodeyes]

....can't. Don't want to be here.

[voice]

[right_reaction]

Pardon?

[A little more slowly and seriously than he's been speaking.] Are you alright?

[voice]

[lilbloodeyes]

Yes....no. Don't know anymore.

[voice]

[right_reaction]

...Do you need help?

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[prescientblade]

The Door's getting lonely, it seems.

[Have a smile, stranger. More amused than friendly, though.]

You're in Anatole, with the rest of us. And no, it's not near wherever you were last.

voice

[right_reaction]

[If you could see him, you'd see his own friendly, slightly bemused smile. As it is, you're stuck with the pleasant, slightly bemused voice.]

The Door?