+++ 奇跡国 - Miracle Country +++

Hahaha! Actually, I didn’t really understand any of what you just said. Except… this isn’t Namimori? It doesn’t really look like it…

[At first, there is nothing but this audio of a boy’s voice, cheerful despite everything. But soon after this a video follows, of a dark-haired boy standing in the Welcome Center, turning the journal in his hands.]

Ohhh? I’ll write in this and others will see that? [He beams at the ladies] Wow, that’s pretty amazing! It’s like a mini-computer. Is that some kind of new technology thing, too? I guess things are developing pretty fast, now that the box technology is out…

[He laughs, as though all of this is somehow entirely normal to him.] Alright! I’ll try it!

[He does as he says, writing:]

Yo! I don’t really know what this place is, and I didn’t get what those women said, but this seems interesting! It’s a bit like time travel, isn’t it? [But he wasn’t hit with the Ten Year Bazooka, so it can’t be that. So it’s not going to be as simple as waiting five minutes…]

Anyway, I’m sure this is a great place… but I can’t really stay. My friends need me back home. They’re in a tough situation, I can’t just abandon them, no matter what. So I really need to find a way back! So, I guess if you know of one, I’d be really grateful if you could tell me!

[Hello, Kiseki residents! Have you had enough with the constant changing already? Were you done with this world before it all even began? Well, Kiseki doesn't care.

This time, it's even the usual setting that seems different. The trains are now announcing each island as they stop on them. The shopping district now has a giant bunny fountain in it.

And more importantly, the school has been altered entirely. No longer the small, humble building it once was, it now offers a much larger variety of lessons (the usual - maths, science, history from various worlds, and so on), taught by creepy voices in monitors. Students will now have uniforms, and share lessons regardless of age...

And even if your character doesn't want to attend it, they might not have much of a choice. Some of them will be randomly sorted into attending classes (fully or part-time), or even into teaching a class.

Whichever it is, feel free to explore the revamped areas, complain loudly, and mingle as usual. ... And maybe notice that there're small baskets with toasts available at various places all over the islands, each with a little note on them saying "You're late".]

[As previously announced, Kiseki will be undergoing some changes for this year's Halloween!

Enjoy the pumpkins, the misty forests, the ghosts, the abandoned castle and the killer bunnies, because Miracle Country clearly will.]

[There's a young girl walking around and taking pictures with her cellphone of everything--and possibly everyone--that crosses her path. She doesn't look scared or confused at all.]

There. Don't move.

[She takes a moment to look at the photos she's already taken.]

It's not as hardcore as usual, but it can make a pretty neat album, I think.

[She frowns.]

It's not an insult or anything. It's just that it's hard to be as hardcore as my other photos from the last year, promise. Details are on a need-to-know basis, so that's all I can say about it.

[There’s a man standing in the forest, looking slightly beat up, holding a long sword in his hand, looking around even though there are a bunch of Welcome Center ladies around him, chattering on.]

… This isn’t Dressrosa. [He frowns. What the hell just happened… did he somehow mis-teleport himself? Where’s Jora? Or… He rounds on the ladies, suddenly urgent.]

Where is Joker? Are you of his household? What did you do?

[The ladies don’t give him an answer, instead giving him the journal and telling him to write in it, the usual. Law stares at it, turning it in his hands, before looking back at the ladies… and in his hand, under his palm, a glowing blue circle appears.]

Room. [The circle expands into a blue sphere, and Law smirks as he makes a switching motion with his hands.]

Shambles. […. and suddenly, there are trees where the Welcome Center ladies used to be, as he switches their places with some trees in the forest. There, much better – as long as there’s a possibility they’d have been enemies, it’s better to have them out of the equation.] [However, the commotion attracts some of the monsters in the forest, giant beasts charging straight for him. But Law seems unfazed by this, drawing out his sword with one smooth draw, cutting the beasts – but there is no blood, and instead, they seem to float around the sphere, still in pieces.]

Is this all you’ve got? I would’ve thought you know better than to underestimate me by now. [He waves his hand, and the sphere disappears, the animal pieces falling to the ground.]

The next time… pick your prey more carefully. [With that, he turns away, heading out of the forest to explore this strange place, disregarding the journal entirely... for now.]

It's quite clear to him, upon waking up, that this is not, in fact, his home. It's also abundantly clear that these women are not the ones whose services he enjoyed last night. He's kinky, yes, but five is a bit excessive even for him. He cuts straight to the chase.

"Excuse me, ladies. Might I inquire as to where I am and how I was taken from my flat without my companion knowing?"

Then they all start chattering at once, making him wince and cover his ears in annoyance, "A bit slower, please, and one at a time, thank you!"

But his reaction goes unheeded as they continue to prattle on in no language he was familiar with, but roughly translated to english at points. A small book is also being thrust into his face which serves to make him even more frustrated and 100% done with all of this nonsense. Aggravated he snatches the journal and shoos them away.

"Yes, yes, write, I know! It's about the only thing I was able to make out among your incessant gibberish!"

With a long huff, he takes the pen and proceeds to write the following:

"Right. First of all, I haven't kept a diary of this nature since adolescence. Secondly, I was able to determine through the inane babbling of those strange women I encountered, that my means of communicating with others is to write in this book. Because asking for a telephone seems completely out of the question."

"Now then. To business. My name is Sherlock Holmes. I'm a consulting detective to the NYPD and if I have indeed been abducted, they will very soon begin a search and rescue. Therefore, I advise whoever is responsible for this to cease this prank immediately and allow me to return to my work. That way all of us get what we want and no one gets hurt."

"I might also add that my associate, Miss Watson, is a highly skilled martial artist and quite capable of taking down anyone who makes her the least bit upset. No really, it's terrifying, actually. You don't want to make her angry, I assure you. So... all the better to release me sooner rather than later."

Pauses and frowns. Scribbles.

"Note to self; never accept any beverages from new acquaintances again lest they drug me and drag me to some remote location with a bunch of idiots claiming this is "another world"."

[The entry starts out as audio, an agitated young girl with the familiar voices of Kiseki ladies around her.]

No, no, you don't understand! I don't mean where am I, I said when am I? ... O-oh, it's Sunday? [Someone is having difficulty with the welcome wagon.] Oh, fine, I'll write in the book! But then I'm leaving, okay? ... It's magic, right?

[She starts to write in the journal, having taken a moment to calm down and sounding much more cheerful] Hi, whoever's reading this! I'm Marle! I'm from somewhere pretty far away so I need help! My friends are missing, their names are Chrono, Frog- [and oh just in case]- Lucca and Robo! Chrono is a boy my age with orange hair! Frog is [um] well, if you saw him you'd know who he was... Please, it's very important that I find them! And I need to know what this place is! You could say I got lost so... If you can help, that'd be great! [Does not sound very worried about waking up in another world.] This place looks pretty amazing, I can already tell it's nothing like home! Is the whole place like this?

[...] By the way, there was also a man with long blue hair and a purple cape with me before I... got lost. If he sounds familiar, please let me know.