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[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

...Hah? Where am I? [opens up a diagnostic screen and mutters to himself] It reads as an Obsolete Space, but there's no mist anywhere. ...Whaaat? Stupid shop! I just wanted that new version of Forthwright, dammit! [grumbles under his breath while closing down the screen with an angry jab] Stupid.

[stares angrily at the shop for a moment] What IS this shop, anyway?! I've never seen it before! It...sounds funny. What is that noise, anyway? [listens for a moment]

AAAAAH THIS IS STUPID. HELLO!? HEEEELLOOOOOOOOOO!?
[pauses to listen, then snorts] Tch.

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[contract_star]

Oh, I see!

So you've just arrived here?

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[snorts irritably] Yeah, I guess. Still dunno how I got here.

[contract_star]

Heh, well no one seems to know how--or why--they're her. [A pause.] The people in charge of this place don't seem to want to give any answers.

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

What?? I wanna get the hell outta here! What's wrong with this place, it's nute!

[contract_star]

Well, we can get off the Astral Plane just by thin- [poof]

...

[Poof again.] -king it. But according to Meredith, "we can never leave." Though I'm not sure how hard anyone has tried to fully leave.