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Dammit.

[The voice on the PCD sounds a little tinny and staticy, as if it's music playing from a radio station that you can't quite get reception from. There is no picture, though the video function should be working, only a haze of static. The speaker smacks the PCD a time or two, and the picture flickers on to reveal what would be a stunningly gorgeous girl with long, dark purple hair, if she weren't so skinny and dressed in what appears to be rags. She looks half-starved, and her eyes are shadowed and a little annoyed as she scowls at the screen. When she speaks, her words are broken up by bursts of static. What? Tech doesn't work well with wizards.]

This better --kshhh-- one of your tricks -- kshhh-- don't have time for your stupid games.

[She smacks the PCD again with an irritated sigh, and the picture blacks out.] Can --kshhh-- me what happened to Chicago?

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Not really, no.

The place's made of bits of other universes, so far as we can tell, smashed together into one. We're dragged here at random, an' it's liable to do weird things to your powers if you've got 'em; test them out before you trust them if you do.

It's more or less run by the Animus, who aren't all real thrilled about us bein' around, and tend ta do nasty things on a biweekly basis. Watch out for sudden changes. Most a the animals aren't friendly either, though the cows, sheep an' ducks are pretty safe.

...Wow. Sounds like a blast.

Ain't it just! So, any questions?

Not --ksshhh</i-- really.

All right. You got anywhere ta stay?

Um. No?

There's a buildin' with places ta stay for newcomers still getting their footin' in the city.

(x,y)

-- there ya go. Plug those coordinates inta the PCD and it'll show you where ya need to go.

Thanks a lot. I'll remember it.

No problem. Take care, Molly.

[There's a long pause. Then she just starts giggling a little, because god it's been a while since she's heard anything like that from anyone. She stops after a moment, remembering herself, and gives the PCD a sheepish look.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'll try.

[He smiles, not questioning the giggling fit - might be stress, might be something personal.]

See ya round.

[And he cuts the feed.]

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