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[though it very much seems otherwise, he knows that it can't actually be a dream because of how immediately and distinctly not right he feels upon finding himself in this decadent little room. Doing his best to remain calm, he pokes around, finding an exceedingly strange book with his name on it, peeking through drawers and listening for sounds. Eventually, his search leads him out into hall of faceless doorways, down some stairs, and into a sprawling lobby. Just wandering, hypersensitive and quiet, until he hopefully walks into something that makes some sense. Just stay calm...

He finally stops when he reaches a window, staring--a little shellshocked--at nothing but fog. ...And there he stays for some time, silent in deeply unsettled thought.

Finally, he suddenly remembers the book in his hands. It gives him something to fiddle with, fidgeting with the little clockwork gears until something finally clicks into place and the thing falls suddenly open]

...That seems a bit much.

[and the book helpfully jots down his words for him]

--Oh.

[there is no way this could be a good sign]

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Oh, somebody new! Hi there!

[Somebody sound oddly cheerful.]

Welcome to, er, I actually don't know yet. But it's a good place. Many people have been taken here like you and me.

[--oh holy hells, the book is talking to him.

Is he... supposed to answer it? Hesitating, with the journal kind of held away--]

Um... what?

I hope the connection isn't going on me...er, I'm new here too! We've all been taken and we use these journals to communicate with everyone around the castle. Um, tower. I keep messing those two up, sorry. Because, you see, last time I was in a castle, and now a tower, and-

But yes, welcome! What's your name?

...

[hold up just a sec, go back]

You're using this journal to communicate? So, you're not... [a talking book]

Yes, it takes your speech and sends it over to others. What did you think I was? The book itself?

[he's not answering that]

So... where are you really, then? Who are you?

Somewhere in the tower, I don't know.

And I'm an angel of the Lord. And you are?

I am someone who would very much like to go back home.

[ah, wait] What lord? The lord of this place? I would like to speak with him.

Ah, so we share something in common.

No, not the lord of this place, I'm afraid. I serve God back home. And yes, I only have one god, and no, I'm not a summon for any Light Keepers or anything, thank you very much.

[ah-- well, that answers the question about a single god before he can ask it. ...Nothing else makes much sense, though.]

...And what does your god have to say about this place?

[if he's learned anything about the opinions of fanatics, it is that they are generally wrong, but informative if you know how to spin their opinions the right way]

How should I know? I'm a separate entity from Him. And He isn't in charge of this world, so I can't connect with Him or any of my brethren.

If he isn't in charge of this world, then who is?

[idly fishing while he flips pages]

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