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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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[theverymodel]

[The face which appears on the screen is equally gender ambiguous to those not familiar with salarian physiology. Which is most humanoids here.]

World known as Verdana. Woke up on vessel. Arrived via quantum dimensional shift. Precise mechanism of action still under study. Reversal attempts currently [sniff] unsuccessful. Data acquisitions continues.

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[damn_it_jim]

[Even if it weren't for the emphasis that painted some words that ought to be verbs as being Important Verbs instead, Leonard McCoy has been on Verdana long enough to start marking the signs that another magic-user has shown up. Against the backdrop of what modern eyes would identify as a hospital and medieval-esque ones might identify as some bizarre offshoot of a plane of automatons, he pinches his nose and looks mildly dyspeptic.]

Oh hell, another of you. If you can promise not to start hurling arcane mumbo-jumbo every which way, I could give you directions to a library.

[professorwolf]

[This fellow is probably less boggling than Mordin and less abrasive than Bones. He has reading glasses on his nose, sandy hair, and a mild expression. Though there's some bafflement there, as well, because he has no idea how to refer to Vaarsuvius. They aren't obviously a "sir" or a "ma'am", much less a "my lady".]

I'm afraid you're trapped on this planet, like the rest of us. Welcome to Verdana.

My name is Randolph Lyall. I could give you the summary, if anyone else hasn't gotten to it first, or directions down to the Old City and Poseidon, beyond it. But rest assured, we've all woken up in a similar situation.

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[inductionport]

I don't think there is a way out, at least for now. Doctor Solus is working on it, but...

[ Shrug. ]