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January Intro: It Grips Me

INTRO LOG: JANUARY
Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: January 5th and onward
Where: All over Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Shores of Ensō: The Sun's a Harsh Reminder Why
As dawn arrives - and with it, new adventurers to Ensō's shores. It appears the Storyteller is not about to allow a repeat of last month. The ever watchful pages that have guarded the shorelines the month prior now begin to move closer inland, circling the landscape in closing, careful arcs. To the particularly astute, their purpose may quickly become clear. Anything foreign to Ensō's natural ecosystem will be met initially with wary hovering, ruffled pages flocking to nearby trees and wheeling overhead. Now and again, a particularly brave little page will swoop down to tap against the top of an unsuspecting entity.

Foreign entities, in this instance, just so happen to include...well, all of you. These partially sentient notes can be found flitting across the entirety of Ensō and the neighboring housing islets, intent on surveying every little nook and cranny of the tropical landscape. While they may little more than a vague irritant, their attitude towards a person they’re surveying can absolutely get worse, depending on the response they receive.
Though responses may vary (and creativity, encouraged), the pages are looking for indications of anything that is not only out of the ordinary, but also that which is acting suspicious. Unfortunately, they're not quite experienced in determining what does and does not count as a genuine threat, and thus they might very well interpret even the smallest signs of surprise, anxiety, and (justified) irritation as signs of hostility.

Unfortunately, their response to this is likely to be just as unpleasant as it is abrupt. Those of you who protest a little too vigorously may find yourselves abruptly doused with a viscous black ink - a marker to return and inspect you again in future. Where more aggressive behavior is…noted, you may very well find yourself swept up in a tornado of angry paperwork, only to be abruptly (and not at all comfortably) deposited at the Storyteller's temple. A very weary Storyteller will do their best to apologize as they slowly smooth out the kinks in this new security system.

But surely you agree, dear adventurer, that this sort of security system is indeed necessary.

Ensō, Inland: Who Knows Where Our Limits Lie
Unsuspecting adventurers aren't the only creatures the pages seem intent on harassing, it seems. Across Ensō, the activity of the native fauna will become much more apparent as creatures are driven from their usual haunts by invading paper. From the smallest of snaplings to herds of cariborn, it will take some time for the wildlife to settle down as many disturbed creatures will find themselves displaced miles away from their natural homes, seemingly at random. Unfortunately, this also includes the creatures most would prefer not to have on the move.
For the unappraised, Ensō happens to play host to a particularly horrifying brand of wildlife known only as the fustercluck: a large swath of appropriated limbs with katamari-like qualities, if katamaris were more well known for digesting the majority of their victims and using what little remained (usually the hands and feet) to propel themselves towards their next meal.

Despite Ensō being home to two such creatures, very little has been discovered about them, aside from how unfortunately indestructible they seem to be. Magic, guns, bombs - name your poison, and a fustercluck will most certainly be impervious to it, including poison itself. Should you be unlucky enough to wander into the path of a fustercluck, your best option is to run - or lend the fustercluck a hand.

And another hand. And your entire body, since you offered so nicely.

The fusterclucks have a more directed path than most creatures - they can be found moving up and down the rows of G and H until January 10th, when they appear to settle down...unless they're diverted elsewhere first.



All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.



Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!


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wonderland_vogue: (3)

[personal profile] wonderland_vogue 2019-01-05 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[One]

[You know, waking up on an island isn't exactly the weirdest thing that's happened to her. But the fact that she's, somehow, for some unfathomable reason, summoned her phantom steed while she was out is a little odder. Especially because while Lydia is totally in an obnoxiously fleshy body and cloaked in a tattered, old, black robe? Her steed is colorful and bright as hell.]

... What.

[Of course that would be her first response before moving inward at the insistence of the steed nudging her shoulder to get her moving. Until one of those damn papers is coming down and she's immediately ignoring the hell out of it. It's some stupid kind of magic, she's pretty sure, since that's no bird. And her disposition is no sunnier being harassed by what is clearly a piece of paper.]

What a shit spell... [She's grumbling under her breath, flinching the moment it tries to get under her cloak and she's pulling it closer.] AND FUCK OFF.

[Two]

[So, uh. You know who has decided to not touch that shit with a hundred foot pole? Lydia. Lydia has decided correctly as she's seen some bullshit monsters in her time and that seems like ten pounds of nope in a five pound bag. Doesn't mean she won't watch it from afar and on top of that stupid fucking horse just in case it tries to get close to her.]

How does that even happen?

[Wildcard]

[Pick your own damn poison here, folks.]
forwearemany: (standing)

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[personal profile] forwearemany 2019-01-05 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
(Legion has seen the fustercluck. Legion was not quite smart enough to immediately flee from the fustercluck, but after two shots from the Widow did no discernible damage, they got the point.

Now they are observing it from afar, much like this other person. Who they don't think to warn of their presence before speaking.)


Uncertain. We believe they are referred to as "fusterclucks".

(Oh hey, there's a robot nearby.)
wanderingdoctorfaust: Faust performing a salute. (faust_yo)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-05 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Paging Doctor Faust

The good doctor is positively glowing, today. He's in a completely foreign area of the dreamscape with little hope of ever finding his bearings - the start of a wonderful adventure! And the land around him is just absolutely stunning. Maybe he'll retire here, he muses to himself...he's even been able to keep his full waking-world attire and weapon of choice, as if this couldn't have gotten any better.

But that said...he's not sure about these little animated sheets of paper. They've been flocking around him like a ravenous horde of angry birds. One just swooped down and attempted to get acquainted with the bag, much to his chagrin. He spends a little too long watching them circling the skies above, and subsequently narrowly avoids tripping over a rock...leading to him to lay an eyehole on another fully-manifested, living-and-breathing individual! He immediately raises his free hand to wave eagerly, using the other to lower his scalpel into a non-threatening position.

"Lovely day for it!"

And he means it. Faust thinks he's going to really enjoy his time here.

Wild Card

(It really wouldn't be Faust if something predictable happened. Do as the heart desires.)
wonderland_vogue: (1)

[personal profile] wonderland_vogue 2019-01-05 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Predictably she's jolting a little as she hears that voice, but is slowly calming down once it's pretty clear it's not someone looking for a fight from her. For now.

Not that it stops her from sighing and shifting around on top of her dumb horse who's making a rather irritated noise.]


Fustercluck, huh...? Seems like a pretty apt name for whatever the fuck they're made out of. I've seen some spells backfire and the world create weird monsters back home, but this is probably the worst of it.
lightlessfuture: in this dark and lonely sky (♪ the crescent moon so high)

[personal profile] lightlessfuture 2019-01-05 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's about that time again, so the Knight is on the lookout for anyone new. And in this case, finding someone new is as easy as investigating what they thought might have been a weird tree or something.

But no, it's a very, very tall...human...? Do humans get that tall? They've never bothered to ask, though from their height of two feet, everyone looks tall.

Oh well. The important thing is that this person is waving and is making an effort to be friendly, so naturally they wave back enthusiastically.

...Which attracts some of the little paper pages that had previously been circling Faust. But it's fine, probably. ]
forwearemany: (other side)

[personal profile] forwearemany 2019-01-05 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
(Apt is certainly one word for it.

Legion finds organic naming conventions to be somewhat ...messy, themselves.)


Our understanding of magic is limited. We had not encountered it, or entities such as this prior to our arrival in this location.
wonderland_vogue: (Uh-huh that's cute)

[personal profile] wonderland_vogue 2019-01-05 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Considering this... person, entity, whatever, seems to look metallic, she can take a wild guess as to what the deal is.]

Not surprised. Magic and technology don't seem to mix very well, normally. [She is leaning over her horse a bit and resting her chin on the poor thing's head.]

Magic can backfire pretty easily if you're careless with it or fucking with it at levels you aren't ready for. Making weird... things can be pretty normal depending on the school, that thing looks like a necromancy reject.
forwearemany: (innocent)

[personal profile] forwearemany 2019-01-05 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
...Acknowledged.

(She is familiar with advanced technology. Not unexpected, they supposed, given that others from magical universes seem to be similar, but good to know.)

Necromancy?

(The term is familiar to them, though it's still unusual to hear it used to apply to something other than fictional situations and characters, such as their Ardat-Yakshi necromancer main in Galaxy of Fantasy.)
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[personal profile] timaeus_testified 2019-01-05 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Fly like a paper crane - Arrival

[He wakes with the taste of salt in his mouth. That's not right. Awareness slowly returns to him as memories foggy and almost indistinct fall into place. Dirk opens his eyes. The view through his shades is still clear, but cracks mar the edges. Salt dries in his hair and he curses, rolling over onto his back. His back makes a wet slap against the board under him as he shields his face from the glaring light overhead.

A soft rustle like tree leaves catches his attention. He tenses and holds himself utterly still. Small paper notes drift on the breeze coming up off the sea and land on him. One by one they settle themselves.]


...That might not be a good idea, I'm soaking wet. [More pages swirl over his head like a flock of birds. It's not the weirdest thing he's ever been part of. He gently sweeps his arm out as he pushes himself up.] Come on. You should go somewhere else. I need to leave yesterday.

[Yet as he looks around more notes land on the sand about him and fly over his head. Dirk swipes dried salt off his shirt and catches a flash of his name stitched on a pack half buried in the sand. Just before the notes swarm over it.

Damn it.]


Ju ju ju da ju ju KatamaAHHHH!!

Cw: body horror

[With the rocketboard large enough to carry a full grown teenager and then some tucked under his arm, Dirk escapes the beach. The papers seem content to swirl after him and so long as he doesn't do anything threatening he is allowed to move. He makes his way down a well beaten path and wracks his brain any ideas. There had been the dreams. Some of them feel like trying to find meaning in ash or smoke.

It would take too long to sort out when his mind is buzzing with the need to get back to the fray. Or at least some kind of answer. He crosses into a clearing and something darkens the sky above him. He looks up and his stomach drops. A ball rolls through the air supported by an angry flurry of paper notes. The ball is composed of moss, tree limbs, fish, and more importantly human limbs and what he bets is the limbs of whatever creatures reside her. An eyeball rolls around in a head and he books it back the way he came with all speed.]


At the foot of the gods.

[The notes don't like how fast he can move. It's too unnatural. Or maybe it's something else. For whatever reason they surround him in a tornado of paper. He doesn't fight it. Because he's unexpected exhausted. Flash stepping shouldn't drain him dry in such a short flight.

Yet he's sweaty and sagging in the whirlwind. His board clatters to the stone before he does. He's too tired to do more than grunt.]
I'm staying here. You can leave a message at some other date.

[After a moment he gets his hands against the stone and pushes himself up enough to lift his head.] Or you could give me a few answers.

Wildcard
[Got ideas? Hit me here. I am game for all things.]
wanderingdoctorfaust: Faust with a love heart in place of his eyehole. (faust_heart)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-05 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
...but what a curious creature this is, he does wonder to himself. He's confident it's some species of insect, at any rate. And yet, upon closer inspection...oh no. It's cute. It is excessively, aggressively cute and Faust can feel all his higher reasoning shutting down simultaneously, sabotaged by urges to hug and nurture! Such power this creature possesses!

"Ohh my, what are you, little one?"

Making every effort to not look intimidating, Faust gently lodges his scalpel into the ground by his feet, unhanding it before getting into a better position. He begins folding his legs until his knees are sticking out either side of him, invoking the motions of a mechanical lift being lowered. Now a more reasonable five-ish feet high, he proceeds to calmly approach in a bizarre mix of the penguin's waddle and the crab's sideways gait. A peculiar method of walking for a human, yes, but do you see any humans around to judge this advanced method of movement?

"My name is Faust. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

For now, he settles with stopping about five feet off of this adorable arthropod - assuming that even is the correct terminology, he's not a veterinarian - and offering his hand out. For a shake or for a fuss, who can say?
sideswitch: (acxa 13)

[personal profile] sideswitch 2019-01-05 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
one
[ acxa has seen many things during her adventures in space. she's seen all sorts of different species, environments, and planets--sentient paper isn't among any of those things, but she certainly doesn't seem surprised that it exists. mostly confused, if anything. and she doesn't exactly mind their presence.

up until one of them lands on her shoulder. acxa can be touchy when it comes to physical contact, and her immediate reaction is to swat it away. she should be prepared to face the consequences...but she certainly isn't ready to get doused with a splash of ink.

acxa lets out a grunt as the ink splatters onto her face. she doesn't seem too pleased about it at all, and starts to wipe it off of her face rather aggressively. unfortunately, that also means there's a possibility that some of that ink splashes onto the nearest person. whoops.
]

two.
[ she's only just arrived, and acxa's already coming face-to-face with one of enso's most deadly creatures. she can automatically tell it's hostile as it starts to slither towards her. strangely enough, she doesn't seem like she's panicking at all. stressed, sure. scared? not really.

because she has a gun. and while she doesn't intend to kill it, she's certainly going to aim and fire at it, with the intent to stun it so she can flee.

but it keeps moving. she tries again, and it keeps moving. that's when she turns around and sees someone else standing in its line of sight. immediately, she latches onto their wrist and starts to move. and boy, is she fast.
]

We need to hide! Now!

wildcard.
[ anything goes! ]
lightlessfuture: (it stirred deep within my heart) (♪ den rörde djupt i mitt hjärta)

[personal profile] lightlessfuture 2019-01-05 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the first time they've been viewed as cute - they certainly like it better than being viewed as dangerous or empty - but they'd still be pretty confused if they could hear the thoughts going on in Faust's head right now.

Affection without any inherent danger involved is still something they're yet to get used to.

What are they? They could answer that in a few ways. But they put that aside for now, because they're being offered a hand and they've learned manners.

So - they bow, with a little flourish of their cape. Then they reach up and clasp his hand in both of theirs, shaking politely.

...They have no idea if this stranger knows sign language, but at least greetings seem to transfer over pretty well.
crosslaced: (no template for what to do)

the stars collide!!!! (one)

[personal profile] crosslaced 2019-01-05 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[A large figure emerges from the verdant forest and stops at the edge of the beach, staring in awe at the sight before him. No, wait, it's just a normal-sized guy on a horse. Okay. His horse isn't even a particularly glamorous horse- it's brown with a black mane, the most stereotypical horse colour ever.

Perhaps that explains how impressed he is- with Lydia's horse, of course, he's not actually looking at her. In fact, he's only just noticing her existence now.]


....

[He's not saying anything, he's just staring in the general direction of her struggles (i.e. at the horse) like a man witnessing Tazesus Tazhrist, coming down to finally smite this tropical hell off the map. You get the idea.]
wanderingdoctorfaust: Faust blushing profusely. (faust_blush)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-05 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
And it's sentient! Or at the very least, has the intelligence of a trained dog. But that's still significantly smarter than an overwhelming majority of known insects! These delighted thoughts and more flutter through Faust's mind as he is simply content to enjoy this wonderful moment. He puts on his silliest tone of voice, usually reserved for patients in need of some medically prescribed lighthearted absurdity, now also reserved for this adorable bug.

"Do you have a name, little one?"

It takes him an embarrassingly significant amount of mental effort to not reach in for head pats. This creature could just be a particularly bold member of a prey species, for all he knows - scaring it off would quite possibly ruin this otherwise perfect day. That or the pages, which are beginning to threaten the sanctity of the entire scene at this point. What do they even want with him?
lightlessfuture: (♪ a lonely breeze whispers in the trees)

[personal profile] lightlessfuture 2019-01-05 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
A name. They remember not so long ago, when they couldn't answer this question; now they can answer it with pride.

The farspeech stone is in their pocket; they could probably use it to talk, but it's not really their voice. No, their true voice is in their actions, as always; the motions of their hands and fingers, the whispering scratch of quill on paper.

So, gazing up at this stranger hopefully, they nod. They push their cloak back and raise their arms, so he can see, and they spell their name out in sign language. (They don't have a name sign that's theirs alone; not yet.)


Name is Knight, they say. Nice to meet you.

And they watch, to see if he understands.
wanderingdoctorfaust: Faust widening his eyehole in surprise. (faust_shock)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-05 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
...slowly, he places his hands together. Like recalling a long-forgotten childhood memory, he feels everything coming back to him in a rush of ancient knowledge from what feels like a bygone era - before the bag, before he was a doctor - and he channels it into a beautiful flourish of finesse and unspoken words:

[It's very nice to meet you too, Knight.]

It...this bug...They're sentient. They know sign language. Through the haze of yet another revelation of epic proportions, Faust elatedly realises this might be easily the most bizarre yet most wonderful discovery he's ever had within the dreamscape - and the waking world, for that matter - and he can't suppress the raw, unfiltered joy that floods his body language like a ravenous but ultimately friendly pathogen.

[Can you say 'Faust'? F-A-U-S-T?]

It's been a while since he's had to sign anything beyond little silent snarks, but it feels like he never stopped using it.
journalname: (🔱 oh my god)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-05 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Enso, Islet #3

[Asgore has been keeping close to home since his most recent death. It's for the best, really; he would have a difficult time escaping the fusterclucks roaming the main island right now. Here, the only thing that's noticeably off is the fluttering of wings in the area.

Right above his head, in fact.]


Hello? [There's several pages sitting on his horns, but he doesn't react until one of them ventures down onto his shoulder.] Howdy, little...

[His movements are extremely cautious and slow as he reaches a hand up to investigate. That's probably the only thing that saves him from getting inked. The side effect of not scaring the pages, however, is that a small flock of them descends to investigate this new person. They land wherever they can, along his horns and arms and shoulders. He's being covered in all the papers!]

Ah. [Asgore holds very still. What...what are these things...]

Wildcard

[Hit me up with whatever!]
journalname: (🔱 sunset)

[personal profile] journalname 2019-01-05 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, howdy!

[Asgore is, at least, much closer to Faust's height than most people. He probably doesn't realize it, though; he was poking his way along with the aid of a large walking stick, and his eyes look cloudy and unfocused when he turns.]

It is, isn't it? The sun is very warm today. And it...sounds as though there are a lot of birds? [It ends in a questioning lilt. They don't sound like the regular island birds.]
hurricane_clown: (honk?)

Foot of the gods

[personal profile] hurricane_clown 2019-01-06 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Karako has also been deposited at the Storyteller's temple, and none too gently at that. It's his own fault, technically--taking knives and slicing pages in half is, in fact, considered aggressive.

The board hits stone behind him, though, and he jumps a good meter into the air with a startled honk, landing back on bare feet just in time to turn around and see Dirk hit the ground himself.

He stares down at the human for a long second, then tips his head to the side.

.... is this guy...

....asking him for answers?
]

Honk?
postictal: (the shit is that)

tim wright | h5 | ota

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-06 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[So. What's located on the H-row of Ensō, might you ask?]

[Denny does. Denny has been happily residing on H5 since Tim put the damn place together, and he's not too keen on losing it. Rebuilding it is likely to take even longer, considering all the supplies they have stashed there, so guess what?]

[Tim is stationed just outside Denny, his normally ever-present knapsack now conspicuously absent. The only equipment he has on hand are the things that might, potentially, come in handy if he ends up having to bait the goddamn fusterclucks away from the area: his spear, a coil of rope, a flare gun, and - Brian's old coconut gun, which he doubts will make much of an impact against the thing, but it's better than nothing.]

[He's not equipped for this. He has no real hope of coming up against the fustercluck and coming out alive.]

[When he sights one of them rolling steadily closer to Denny's location, he tightens his grip on his spear and starts moving for it at a jog.]

[He could probably use some help. He'll be at this all week.]
prettypurpleparlor: Take a lesson (Close heart and ear and eye)

[personal profile] prettypurpleparlor 2019-01-06 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Muffet looks grim. She's in no hurry to deal with a fustercluck today, or frankly ever again, but there's absolutely no chance she's just letting one roll right over one of her restaurants without putting up a fight.]

[She's standing lightly on the roof of the Denny- overlooking both the fustercluck as it approaches, and Tim as he approaches it. Not taking her gaze off the scene, she raises her stone of farspeech to her ear with one hand.]


Do we have a plan?

[She's pretty sure that the answer is 'no', but it's one of those things that you have to ask.]

[At the moment, her plan is pretty much just 'attack from range, like a sensible monster'. Unfortunately, she has the nasty suspicion that letting the theoretically more durable human take point here still isn't going to do much to discourage it...]
hurricane_clown: (HOOOOOOONK!!!!)

[personal profile] hurricane_clown 2019-01-06 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[There is something else Tim has, although he may not yet know it.

Tim Wright has a clown.

Karako spent night after night cleansing the Denny's shadowed perimetre against grimlings and lufkin, exhausting himself so much by the end that he just sort of slept through any major happenings he was supposed to notice. (He definitely slept through any later festivities.)

The Denny was rare shelter, both for him and for others who had been both generous and friendly to him, and while the night's regular assaults had receded, he'd stuck around its general periphery. You know, just in case.

And apparently that was the right thing to do.

So Tim starts to jog at the rolling abomination of limbs and maws, eyes and flesh, and something comes out of the woods, not quite adjacent to him--

Something small and grey, with horns half its height and a knife in each hand. With such short legs, though, it's not jogging. It's running.

There is a small clown running at the fustercluck with knives.

Oh, and it's saying something.
]

HONK!!
postictal: (spanner in the works)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-06 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Aside from bait it away from the buildings? No.

[The rope was an impulse; if he starts feeling desperate, maybe he can try and...tie the spear to the end of it, and try to use it like an improved harpoon? He's not sure about his throwing arm. It's never really been tested that much before.]

[At least it's Muffet. She's a pretty solid rock of well-adjusted fucking reliability, which makes her ideal in this kind of situation.]


Any better ideas, though, I'd be happy to hear 'em.
postictal: (behind you)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-06 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Said clown is familiar, vaguely, by virtue of Tim spotting him in the vicinity of Denny, here and there. He doesn't know him by name, or really much of anything about him. Just now, he's learned two things of note:]

[One, that the little guy likes knives.]

[Two, that he's apparently prone to anger.]

[The third thing he's learning is a work in progress, and that's going to be just how easy it is to derail that anger before it gets him killed.]


Hey - hey! Don't charge it straight on!
wanderingdoctorfaust: A mugshot of Faust, showing his 'head' and his suit. (faust_mug)

[personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust 2019-01-06 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
And who might this be? A rather large, anthropomorphic specimen of mountain goat, one would assume. This is not the first time Faust has had to deal with a large animal-like creature capable of intelligent thought though, tragically alleviating much of the shock factor.

"It's positively beaming! And do not fret about the 'birds', they're perfectly docile provided you're willing to tolerate the unwanted attention. Ah, where are my manners-"

It is here Faust feels a spark of intuition. Gazing into the Capricorn's eyes and seeing naught but fog, he settles on a quick if not slightly questionable test: He raises his hand and begins silently headbanging whilst performing the devils horns. He does not let this distract him from continuing the conversation.

"-my name is Faust, I'm a doctor. You wouldn't happen to know where this place is would you? I'm completely and utterly lost!"

He can't help the glee that slips into his tone - being lost in unknown territory can very well be scary and dangerous, but it can also be fun and exciting! And this is very definitely the latter, so far!

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