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Who; Betsy + OTA
What; Network Post + continuation of TDM threads, if it's your turn feel free to move it here if you'd like to continue it!
Where;Network and around
When;backdated to 4/19
Warnings;None
I. Network Video

[ As far as new faces go, Betsy's happens to look about as unbothered as anyone possibly could. She's sipping a cup of tea and any glimpses of the room probably make it apparent that she's in her assigned housing. ]

I was given a recommendation by a man named Watts that there was a tailor here of highly praise worthy skill. With how much he talked them up, I have some high expectations. [ She already had high expectations for the quality of clothing. ] He gave me directions to the location, but I'm more used to making appointments for things like that. It seemed more polite to try to make a first contact through this since. Less of a chance for us to waste each other's time. [ And it's definitely not an attempt to fish for information about people here and how well they know each other and get along. Definitely not. ]

Fair warning, I'm particular about what I'm looking for.

II. Watts thread continuation

"I see," she looked over his example that he was showing with scrutiny and then shrugged. "I'll keep them in mind." It seemed more promising than trying to find something premade in this place. Then again she hadn't exactly seen much of this place.

"That makes things easier," she said with a quirk of her lips. At least she hoped it'd make things easier, nothing in his tone or body language gave her any indication he minded mutants. "What can you tell me about the ones you met?" Who else had been here? None of her direct team was here, that had been one of the first things she'd checked for upon arriving here, but that didn't stop her from being curious about who he'd known.

"I did, but I'm not sure how much of that I actually believe." There was absolutely no reason to believe anything they'd been told was the truth. It sounded like some sort of canned speech from people who wanted them to believe something specific. She listened carefully and patiently to his explanation of the first world he'd been in and shook her head. "It sounds like neither of these goals made much sense. At least I always understood my job in other realities, even if I didn't know when I might be able to leave. I appreciate having more concrete goals to work towards."

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"I wonder if there's any importance to it," she aloud, despite it clearly being a question that had no real answer. It was entirely possible that it really didn't matter at all and they were chasing answers to the wrong questions. "And there's no knowledge of what happened in the world before our arrival to caused them to be less than whole?" Somehow that seemed like the real important thing to wonder about.

“None that we’ve found so far?” He responded, shaking his head a little. It was rather frustrating. “I asked the curator of the historium and he doesn’t really remember it, and couldn’t say if there were any surviving recordings of it when I wondered if we could learn more about his origins.” Since that seemed to be shrouded in mystery too…

The detective hummed, though. “One of the few things we’ve learned was through someone with a particular talent for communication.” He mused to himself, not entirely sure how to explain what Aerith had said she could do. “But they say that this world is incredibly young and new… Doesn’t know what it’s supposed to be yet, or something like that?”

"How easy is it to locate the curator? Is he always there?" Not that Betsy would just try to read his mind, but that was definitely exactly what she'd try to do. That all depended on how easy he was to locate though.

"That makes some sense given other things you've said. I wonder if that means the planet before this one was destroyed by something or someone."

“He can always be found at the historium? I… sometimes I wonder if he can’t leave it, really.” At least he’d never seen the man outside the building. Part of him wondered if he was contained there like the spirits had been, only with a modicum of more freedom. “Far easier to talk to than some, and he does try to be helpful in locating what one might be looking for.”

Nodding slightly, Llewellyn tucked his hands in his pockets. “It seems as likely as any hypothesis, really… And there are a particular people who live in the forests beyond the city who seem concerned by our presence? I sometimes wonder if they know more than the city does. A friend and I only managed to find a note written by them, though, never really managed to have a conversation.”

"That's good to know, thank you. Maybe I'll be able to get something out of him." Though she more than likely wouldn't just approach him out in the open to do so.

"That's interesting to note about those others. What prevented an actual conversation though? Did they refuse?"

“If you do, let me know. I didn’t have much luck in my first meeting with him, other than what I told you today.” he responded with a smile, after all… Even if the man didn’t end up having more information? Maybe another person might help shift things in the right direction for finding out more, if they gave Percy an idea himself on paths to search for more. At least he would if he was as intent to help and learn as he’d indicated.

Llewellyn hummed lightly, it was really quite strange. He wanted to talk to them himself, if only they seemed agreeable to a talk. “There’s an enchantment on the forest itself, turns you around and leads you in circles… So making progress takes a very long time. We never made it far enough to actually approach them, and only came up with a note that I expect they left knowing we were trying to get to them.”

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