[Second Level] [First Level - West Side]

[meaningdies]

[Second Level]

[There's a man standing on the second level. He's gotten the hang of this relatively quickly, but he's still flickering a bit. It's a little hard to maintain concentration right now.]

What is this place? Where am I? If anyone has any information, I want answers.

... I may be able to pay you back with information, in time.

[First Level -

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[bladedskies]

[Aaaand we have another newbie.]

This is Meridian. Take it you just arrived?

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[meaningdies]

[Line. Face.]

Yes. Do you have information or not?

[He is cold he does not have time for this, man. 8( ]

[bladedskies]

[Linefacing right back.]

You're stuck here, you're not going home anytime soon - I've been stuck here for a month - the only people who have apparently managed to get out didn't tell the rest of us how to go, you don't have to pay for anything here, and where are you at, you look like you need a coat with this weather on. Did I miss anything? Don't think so.

[meaningdies]

[... That went better than expected.]

Useful. And... hm. There's a large ravine on my right. I can't tell what direction it is. There seem to be some shops nearby.

Second level

[freakinbrutal]

It's the middle of nowhere and apparently you can't get out.

Have fun.

[meaningdies]

[He was hoping for something more specific, but whatever.]

Do you have any other information?

[freakinbrutal]

Nope! No one does, it looks like.

Place is called Meridian, from what I've heard. That's it. Fuckers can't even place a continent for this shithole.

[meaningdies]

Tch. Are there any locals around?

Second level

[warriorscribe]

*It's a good thing Enoch's figured out listening in on the second level from time to time is a good way to get information without too much footwork. Something like this would have been very handy in his search for the tower.*

This place is a city called Meridian, and as far as I know, none of us have come here of our own wills.

[meaningdies]

[... He freezes, and stares at Enoch. He can sense... yes.]

... Really. And what would you know about 'will', angel?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch steps back, confused. Sure, he's had his suspicions, but...he has no reason to believe he isn't still human. Or mostly human.*

Quite a lot, considering I'm not an angel.

[meaningdies]

You feel angelic, then. What contact do you have with them?

Second level

[bloody_pens]

Afraid that information is scarce for us poor, trapped peons. I don't think anybody knows more than what you've been told.

[meaningdies]

Which is nothing, aside from information I have yet to verify myself. Wonderful.

[bloody_pens]

Pretty much. It's frustrating, isn't it?

[meaningdies]

It is. I suppose it'll keep me busy, though.