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[aerialsilk]

[There is a new resident to the DR. And she is walking around with fingers to the wall, just to keep a reference for where it is. These surroundings are unfamiliar, and the sounds are strange. The walls don't feel right. She can't help but frown as she walks along, finally just leaning against the wall and sitting down. Celo is just going to sit here and hope she can hear someone coming along who could possibly tell her what the hell happened and why she's here.]

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[lightofoblivion]

[How about very heavy, crisp footfalls heading her way? They stop nearby as the owner of those footsteps pauses, looks down at her, eventually speaks in a rich, low tone once he's taken the situation in -]

Pardon me for intruding, but - is everything alright?

[aerialsilk]

[Well, at least she's got plenty of warning. She'll tilt her head to the best angle for listening, then sigh.]

I don't recognize anything. It all feels and smells and sounds different, and it's not too much of a problem. It just doesn't make sense.

[lightofoblivion]

Mmm. I believe I might know what's happened... when did everything stop making sense, as you put it?

[aerialsilk]

A few hours ago. I can adapt well--have to--but when the doors open up to beaches and jungles? Everything becomes confusing.

[lightofoblivion]

It's ... a common problem, I'm afraid. [He sighs.] I'll make this blunt. You're in an area which - collects individuals from different universes. A place where worlds meet. Those beaches and jungles? Fragments and replicas of worlds, and there's more like them.