Knowhere IC

Hey. Uh. Sorry I missed the big fight. Or not missed so much as landed on you in the middle of it. But I'm not dead, so ... that's good?

I don't really know what's going on. They're saying I've got to stay in the infirmary for a while. And I get that, only I need to ask if another guy showed up here. Spiky blond hair, glowing eyes, might be pretty out of it. Answers to Cloud.

Clothes are very different here to what they were like back in my time.

Also I don't think I like that saying. "Back in my time". It makes me sound really old.

Now that I've got myself settled in, I've come to realize I know literally nothing about the various worlds people seem to come from. As such I'm going to leave off writing stuff down in Uncle Deckard's book and pick up a few more journals I can add and re-add lore in as needed.

Working in Starlin's has given me some credits but I'm still so used to gold so I'd like to ask how much of these credits would it take to get say about ten journals and one of those things that makes these photographs. Those seem to be a lot easier then drawing everything and I can later sketch out what I might need. I don't know anything about this Earth either, so when I'm able to go down I'd be grateful for a guide. I'll get you a free drink at Starlin's for it.

So euh like most people I've received something not mine. It's like a little painting? Except it doesn't have paint, or uses paint I am unfamiliar with. The image is of a man, fairly handsome, bit of a beard but not really a full beard yet, darker blonde hair that may be a touch lighter but the shadows might make it look darker, grey eyes.

If any of that sounds familiar please let me know. I'm at Starlin's, just ask for Leah and I'll be happy to give it to you.

The food here is [...] Il cibo qui non è buono. Good thing I don't eat much But if anyone can get me fresh ingredients, I'll make spaghetti bolognese for everyone. One that'll make you want to lick your fingers off to the bone. Or just [...] lick them, rather.

And I've been noticing that people have been getting things, so if a zombie shows up, his name is Jules-Albert and it's not his fault that he's undead or in service of Hades. And he doesn't bite, so just talk race cars until I come to get him. I think that's like it

Okay, I know I did not step through a portal. Not unless I've magically picked up a sleepwalking habit I'm not aware of. And anyway, our portals go to two places and neither of them is in space. The cloud realm is close though.

Cindy, stop talking to yourself.

It's not exactly margaritas on the beach surrounded by sweaty men, but I think I'll take it. This place seems like my sort of paradise. Except they could really use some better clothes. Or no clothes at all. I'm not picky.

Cinderella, but please call me Cindy. Yes, that Cinderella, but not really. You think you know, but you don't know. Nice to meet you!

Safe to say Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.

I need to get back to Central City.


I don't think I'm responsible for this one, I could be wrong but

Who feels like shooting something? Nonlethally. Impromptu archery class starts in forty-five minutes at The Hovel.

I am considering the offer of moving to Earth. I could start over since no one there would know me

There's no...there's no whispers here.

Hello! I hope this works, this is different then writing everything down in Uncle Deckard's book. Which I do have here, and I'm sure he'd want me to write down all the different stories and knowledge so I am looking forward to getting to know people.

And it might not be the inn I've always wanted but this inn is letting me work here, and I'm picking up a bunch of different things. Maybe one day the King's Rest will be an actual thing.

Oh, right. I'm Leah. It's nice to meet everyone.

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