[mock trial intro] move 'em on, head 'em up

[consolemods]

Whatever you were doing before you got here, it isn't what you're doing now. What you're doing now is waking up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with... unfamiliar glasses on your face. No matter what you can do, you can't take those glasses off... but if you roll your eyes down, you'll be given a rundown of what's going on here.

Hmm. Well, that's probably a little unnerving. Maybe you should... leave? Fortunately, your room's not locked, but as you go downstairs and try and ask the locals what's going on, you'll find they're... less than cooperative. And if you go outside the inn and try to leave into the town... well, you'll find several locations around the town, but you'll also find that you can't seem to leave.

Well. Maybe you should talk to the other people who just showed up here. All the locals are going to tell you is an explanation is forthcoming, so you might want to kill some time getting to know each other.

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[fuckthemancers]

[Ah. Regaining his composure, Zulf straightens up and squares his shoulders.]

Before I arrived here, I was either celebrating with my friends or it was the end of the world. What you overheard was my attempt at puzzling out my own situation.

[condemnedone]

You were either celebrating OR it was the end of the world? How could you not tell which of the two it was?

[ He'd...think he'd be able to tell either/or just fine. ]

[fuckthemancers]

I should mention that the celebrating involved rather copius amounts of alcohol of... questionable reputation.

[And no one wants to accept the end and loss of everything, but he won't say that.]

[condemnedone]

... And you still didn't have an idea of which one it was? I'd think the end of the world would be a pretty important detail to make sure of. Then again, I've never been one to drink myself into a idiotic stupor.

[ Like, honestly. ]

[fuckthemancers]

[A slow raise of his eyebrow.]

Can you really not think of any occasion in which that level of celebration is warranted?

[condemnedone]

Someone's wedding, a victory of some sort, and quite a few others, but not the end of the world.

[ Then again he has a different set of values along with the fact that he knows anyone from his world wouldn't have a majestic celebration when the world is ending. ]

[fuckthemancers]

I'd just been engaged last- the night before.

[So. Almost a wedding.]

[condemnedone]

[ Well, that's...that was not entirely what he was expecting -- mostly since his expectations are so low. ]

...Congratulations.

[ Said dryly. ]

[fuckthemancers]

Thanks. [Just as dry. Zulf lets out another breath.] So you'll have to forgive me if I'm trying to puzzle out my own memories and what really happened.

It doesn't help that none of this seems... real on its own. [Waking up, practically kidnapped, with something strange attached to his head, while animals regularly talk and a giant turtle breathes fire.]

[condemnedone]

[ Soren opens his mouth to nitpick some more but his lacking patience has him reconsider. ]

I suppose you mean the kidnapping or the absurd rules?

[ The strange object is strange enough that he won't question that; talking animals isn't too strange, considering laguz. ]

[fuckthemancers]

Yes.

[All of the above.]

[condemnedone]

Then consider it something to get used to. We don't have much time to remain in a stupor if either of us wants to leave alive.

[ Comforting, probably (not). ]

I imagine if we're even investigative enough, we can find answers to how they managed to spirit us all here in the first place.

[fuckthemancers]

It sounds very easy when you put it like that...

[But they both know that it won't be.]

That requires some sort of lead.... Which I'm not sure if there are a lot of right now.

[condemnedone]

If there isn't one now, we'll have to find it ourselves.

[ That will be a pain and they know it but he refuses to remain ignorant in this situation. ]

What's your name?

[fuckthemancers]

Zulf... Ambassador of the Ura, from the Tazal Terminals. For whatever that might mean here.

[Which, he suspects, is probably nothing. Still, he gets up for a proper bow, one arm across his chest and the other extending his skirt.]