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[verbose_evoker]

[There's a purple-haired, robe-clad elven man woman elf tapping at the video screen as if they only had a vague idea of how the communicator was supposed to work. After a moment, they set it down on the ground near their feet, camera facing upwards. The ship, as background, is recognizeable with all the video movement. The elf looks down upon the communicator, looking not particularly happy.]

Probability, on some level, has at least failed in one of its repeated and oft-fantastically-sucessful attempts to throw me into a pit of inconvenience. And yet I can only imagine that this object's activation will only lead to deeper such holes.

[The elf facepalms, apparently taking a moment to think.]

I am indeed aware of this being some sort of recieving and transmitting device, before one makes the assumption that I am speaking to myself. I lack my familiar presently, so it would serve no purpose regardless. I request information, to fix my absence of knowledge regarding this environment. It appears to be Screened against any divination, leaving conventional information requests my immediate recourse. Though if one desired to make things this difficult, one could have not stored my component pouch and spellbook in such an easily-accessible area and been done with it.

[They throw their hands into the air, frustrated.]

To be blunt and repetitive, though the situation somewhat calls for it: Where am I and how would one leave?

[To think this could be escaped with a Plane Shift or (less likely) Greater Teleport, but, well, Conjuration...]

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[verbose_evoker]

The partial summary appears to be that a collection of apparently-random individuals has woken up on a vessel, myself being the the most recent, with no method of returning to their respective planes. I am still unaware of cultural effects, number of residents, or circumstances external to the vessel. [V stares off away from the camera while speaking, but looks back to it here.]

I have not scribed Locate City into my spellbook and I am becoming increasingly uncertain that I will be able to add to its contents in any reasonable timeframe upon Verdana, thus, instructions would be welcomed.

[professorwolf]

Directions, I can manage.

[He sets about typing some up, to send to V, while he continues speaking. Lyall is old enough to multitask, even if he looks and sounds a little distracted. At least this explanation is old hat, by now.]

There appear to be between thirty and forty of us, though the number varies from week to week as some individuals disappear back into their pods or else leave the city, and a few people do not seem to have checked in recently. I've been trying to compile a list. As for outside the vessel--

[How nice to use decent words again. Everyone else just calls it the ship.]

--there are two cities, the Old City just down the mountain-- a military base with some housing attached-- and Poseidon, several hours' walk and an hour or two at a drive away from the Old City. Most of us live in Poseidon, as the most amenities and occupations are to be had there. There is also the plague barrier, which I strongly advise you not cross, for even if you did not catch the deadly disease it protects from, it will likely result in your being shot.

[verbose_evoker]

Speaking to an unusually intelligent individual is once again a pleasure. [V won't be talking to Sir Greenhilt for a while, so this is welcome.]

To respond to your greeting in turn, I am Vaarsuvius, practitioner of evocations as preference, capable of all but the most powerful of common wizard spells. Your assistance is appreciated; all members of my party are absent, which includes those much better suited to social interaction and self-sufficiency. [Wizards can only sort of do everything.]

[professorwolf]

I don't know that I'd say unusually intelligent, but thank you.

[He's flattered by the compliment, even if it comes from a gender-ambiguous fellow with pointed ears and without much in the way of backing for it. Nobody's bothered to call him smart in a while, is all.]

I suppose my only real defining feature here is that I'm a werewolf, though I like to think I am not too terrible with the social interaction aspects of things.

There is also a housing facility for those us from the ship-- that seemingly underground place where you woke. These directions I'm sending lead you to it. Lodging and board is free, though very plain. It does well enough while one is looking for employment.

[And away go the directions. V's comm device pings at the receipt of a text file.]

laaaaate

[verbose_evoker]

[V skims/memorizes the directions.] This shall be quite helpful, Randolph. I shall settle into the accommodations forthwith and remain so until further information regarding how to leave arises.

that's okay, we backtag into oblivion here :B

[professorwolf]

Glad to be of service... sir.

[He needs a gendered title, dammit ;.; So he goes with the one he thinks will be less offensive if he's wrong.]

If you need anything further, feel free to pay me a call. I spend the weeks in the Old City, but the weekends in Poseidon with the others, and I can always be reached on this communication device.

[verbose_evoker]

In leau of an appropriate an apparent honorific, please refer to me with the name I have previously given--no formalities are necessary under the circumstances. If you desire brevity for some convoluted reason, 'elf' is a single-syllable defining feature of mine due to human-centric biases. [Hopefully Verdana's census is more elven. Hopefully.]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall looks a bit uncomfortable as he replies.]

It is less about brevity and more... where I come from, it is considered incredibly rude to refer to someone one has only recently met by their given name. Either we use an honorific such as sir or miss or, at the least, a family name.

If you have or wish neither, however, then I shall endeavor to call you as you wish.