What is this place?

[sewntoyourfeet]

[ He leans against the large door at his back, idly thumbing the strange device in his hand.

The sun is wrong, at an odd angle, meaning that his flight took him away from Japan at the very least.

But there is an oddness in the air, and something tastes wrong. Smells wrong. He would have picked up on it even as a human. In a breath, he tries

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voice;

[eatsyourscience]

There are a lot of people here.

[A pause.] Are you looking for someone specific?

Re: voice;

[sewntoyourfeet]

[ Something in Ryoji hums with recognition, but it's much fainter than what he felt when he met Minato earlier, and it's gone before he can properly process it.

He mentally shakes himself. ]

No, I was not seeking any particular person, but I thank you for your interest.

[ He pauses. Considers.]

Would it be alright if I asked how many people are here? I have talked with a few, but I'm afraid I don't fully understand this place yet.

voice;

[eatsyourscience]

Maybe a hundred? I haven't talked to everyone, but looking over the network, that's my guess.

voice;

[sewntoyourfeet]

That is significantly more than I would have guessed.

Do they have anything in common? Is there something that ties all of this place's...guests...together?

voice;

[eatsyourscience]

None that I know of. Everyone isn't even from earth.

voice;

[sewntoyourfeet]

Do you mean...are you trying to say that they are from space?

[A pause.]

Or, do you mean that they are shadows. Are there shadows here?

voice;

[eatsyourscience]

[He pauses too.]

You know about Shadows?