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[pintsizescience]

[ It's early morning. 6? 7? Zexion wakes up, feeling… oddly refreshed. ]

[ in someone else's bed-- ]

[ --in someone else's clothes ]

[ This room belongs to someone who:

1. studies a lot
   
2. is organized
   
3. is interested in the sciences
   
4. probably keeps few to no friends

So what is Zexion doing here?[ Nothing is remarkable about this room; he leaves to

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[tsukurimasho]

[Oh, another confused person! Here comes the delightful voice of a young 12-year old girl!]

Are you okay, mister?

[pintsizescience]

Not... in the slightest.

...Are you elsewhere in this house?

[tsukurimasho]

...No, I don't think so! I'm at my house right now!

[She checks the family picture. Same as before. He must be new here.]

Ohh, you've just arrived, haven't you? You've been brought here too...

[pintsizescience]

I was brought here?

[ ppppause... ]

And if I may ask, where exactly is "here"?

[wizardoftheweek]

The short of it? A prison.

[pintsizescience]

Are you willing to give me the long version?

[wizardoftheweek]

Mayfield. A town supposedly located in the United States of America circa 1950. This is debatable.

An unseen force manipulates us here. We are expected to exist within this society and follow its rules, or else we will be forced to by means of brainwashing.

[pintsizescience]

I don't quite follow. Is the United States of America the name of this world?

What unit is 1950 measured in?

[xanotherdreamx]

[Roxas normally felt he wasn't the best at answering these questions, but this voice sounded familiar to him. And, considering how few people he met before he came here, that piqued his interest.]

...Did you just wake up here?

[pintsizescience]

Yes.

[ wait, he knows that voice. ]

[ he's lectured that voice before! ]

[ sounds like.... "do we get to RTC?" ]

Roxas, what do you know of this place?

[xanotherdreamx]

Huh? You...?

[Wait, now he was finally putting a face with this voice. But... it couldn't be...]

Z-Zexion?!

[pintsizescience]

...

I assume you know very little of this place, then.

And yes, that is still my name.

[white_pretear]

Someone new?

[pintsizescience]

Evidently so.

[white_pretear]

Has somebody told you about this place already?

[pintsizescience]

I've been told some information, but there are quite a few things I still fail to understand.

[pallidhues]

[Oh, such a nice sleep she'd been having-- but then someone decided to use the phone system. Now, normally, Naminé would turn over, press the pillow over her ears, and wait for it to end but-- hello, familiar voice. Hello painfully familiar voice.]

[Was she still dreaming?]

[...One way to find out.]

[So she picked up the phone, hesitating and unsure, and wondered what in the world she could say. Something-- something that wouldn't give it away, that she knew him, even if he did recognize her voice. So instead of saying 'Zexion?', she said (and thought that perhaps this was a little too dishonest),]

Are you new?

[And oh, it was rather obvious that he was, but... well, no one could blame her for wanting to be sure except herself.]

[pintsizescience]

Yes, I believe so.

...Naminé, how many of us are there here?

[pallidhues]

[...Ah. Too good for her. Not that she'd really known what to try to make it difficult, because trying to do a different voice was not only terribly dishonest, but it also would have sounded rather silly. And-- she knew she should answer his question, that even if it was Zexion, he was still a confused newcomer, but there was another person to think of; would Roxas be displeased, if she went around telling people he was here?]

...That... depends on which 'us' you mean.

[She totally wasn't splitting hairs to temporarily avoid saying something she wasn't sure she should, nope nope.]

[pintsizescience]

...Anyone I may possibly recognize.