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[Walking around, feeling very uncomfortable and yet unable to hide his curiosity. Still, he's trying to act as normal as possible should anyone come along, with a lax posture and hands in his pockets. He squints as he examines a swirling galaxy in the distance, before thoughtfully tapping the "floor". Thinking he might as well try getting a hold of somebody, Dexter fixes on a smile and tries calling out.]

Hello? [pauses to listen]

[cups a hand next to his mouth] Don't suppose someone could lend me a map of this place!

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[She thinks for a moment, she's not sure there's a catch...]

[Shrugs] You always come back.

I don't have a choice?

...you do. You pick when you come.

So, why do people come back at all? Seems kinda pointless, there's nothing here.

I don't know. ...there are people here.

True enough. [smiles] I'm Dexter by the way, rude seems to be my nature today.

[She's not really sure how he was rude but whatever :|]

...it's okay.

[awkward pause]

...And your name is?

[Oh right, she forgot about that part.]

Minato Arisato.

[Hn. A kid with no social skills to speak of. Interesting.]
That's not local. [vapid smile] Where do you come from, Minato?

I don't think anyone's local here... [She recalls the various foreign names she's been hearing] I'm from Japan.

Long way from home, then. [...wait] You're sayng no one here comes from the same place? Well, some, obviously.

If that's true, how are we understanding each other?

I don't know.

[...Helpful. Fine.]

No...guy in robes and big white beard then. No fat man reclining on a couch. No explanation, no one to ask. Is that it?

The people that run the strange shop?

What people?

The woman and those twins.

Ah, them. I thought they were part of the acid trip.

You can try asking them. Or one of the people that have been here longer.

[Wow. No one's charmed by the jokes. How humbling.]

You only got here recently, I take it.

Yeah.

[She stares at Dexter with her blank look.]

...you don't have to talk to me.

[blinks] Pardon?

You don't to keep talking to be polite.

[hands in pockets and bounces a bit on the balls of his feet, a little surprised how astute she is]

It's not about being polite. You know more about this place than I do. Nothing wrong with getting info while making friends, right?

People are from different realities. Other than that there's not much I know.