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[Worick has been around long enough to make note of people making broadcasts via their-actually quite stylish-necklaces. The first time had been a surprise, but by the third time he witnessed it, he caught on and paid special attention to how the necklace worked. He wouldn't want everyone's first impression of him to be of one who is technologically impaired.

So once he's certain he knows the ins and outs of the necklace's capabilities, he'll make a little broadcast of his own. The visual given is of a man with long hair and an eye patch. He has a particularly large smile on his face for someone who has just been abducted by Gods.]

If I didn't know better I'd think this is all just a very vivid hallucination fueled by intense amounts of alcohol. Which is strange because I know for a fact that I didn't get to drink a drop last night. I'm also pretty use not even my subconscious mind would come up with something as hideous as this camp uniform. [A hint of orange comes and goes from view at Worick plucks petulantly at his shirt.]

Is there a handbook or something for new comers like me? I can't say I really know this camp thing is supposed to work. Names Worick by the way. It's nice to meet you all.

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[After the broadcast Worick can be found standing outside Cabin Hermes. If he had any cigarettes he would definitely be having a smoke. But seeing as he doesn't he's making himself content with people watching. If his eye happens to linger a moment or two on men with dark hair and ladies with dark skin, well...one can hope his isn't the only familiar face hanging around.]

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[ she gives him a stern look. ]

You both—

[ but who is she kidding, like they'd ever really listen to her anyway. ]

Just try not to follow his footsteps...

[He's struggling not to laugh.]

You...think he's a bad influence on me?

[ no she thinks you both can enable the bad in each other just as much as the good. you just don't often do the latter. ]

Don't laugh...!

[Sadly her expression just makes him shake harder with suppressed laughter.]

You...don't have to worry. Really.

...I'll be careful. Okay?

[ she's this close to just turning around and wondering why she even tried, worick. THIS close. ]

Have you seen Nicolas yet?

[He finally manages to pull himself together and nods.]

Yeah, he came by to see me. Says he's been here for a month but I don't know how to wrap my head around that.

[ she nods, looking a little uneasy about that, too. ]

An entire month, but it only sounds like a few weeks that he's missed back home...

Yeah...[He frowns and glances away/]

What I'm more concerned about is who was with us while he was here?

—you think it might have been an imposter?!

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[Slowly...he shakes his head.]

Not really sure what to think. [It would have to be more than your run of the mill impostor for Worick not to notice anything was up.]

Heh...don't worry about it. I'm probably just being paranoid.

[ she's learned to take her cues from you, though, worick, and she can recognize when you're trying to brush something off just to try and ease her. ]

Do you think it's happened to us, too?

What? Do I think there are posers walking around with our faces back at home?

[It's ridiculous to think about, really. But he can't shake the feeling that something about the situation is off.]

I really don't know, Al.

[ it's a frightening thought... but if these people that brought them here are actually gods... ]

What's the last thing you remember?

[Ah, this conversation. Needless to say after the one he had with Nicolas, he's not looking forward to having to explain future events to Al.]

You were trapped and in danger at Bastard. Nic and I were on our way to rescue you and catch that tag hunting bastard.

[ sorry, worick, you aren't going to like this response. ]

Bastard? [ she cocks her head to the side curiously. ] The last thing I remember is helping out Constans...

[Yeah...that's what he was afraid of.]

It's a club run by the Cristianos.[He sighs.] That happened a few weeks ago.

It's... happening to all of us. Why would they grab us from different times?

[Worick shakes his head. He's just as lost as everyone about the workings of this place. It's not a feeling he likes.]

Who knows. Maybe there are rules they have to abide by before they bring us here. Like they can only take one person from a specific world at a time or something.

Do Gods even play by the rules?

At the very least, I'd expect they have some sort of honor code in place, with as many of them as there is. If they have rules, they're most likely playing an entirely different game than us.

With us as their pawns...

Yeah. I does seem that way.

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