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[Hello, City. It's the audio from the video that will filter in first, a bit broken up and fuzzy, but slowly coming in, the music of the Carousel accompanying his voice.]

--can't seem to get any reception. Maybe if I hold it up...

[Visuals follow, and after a moment or two of static, there's a perfectly clear picture of John Watson from above. He's frowning, and suddenly much closer as he pulls his cellphone in again.]

...is that the camera? [he's flipping it over, unknowingly treating the audience to a view of the ground and his shoes.] No, I wanted my email. [once again the camera is turned towards him] How do I shut this off? [his mouth pinches, just a little, as he's trying to figure it out...and a moment later he seems to. The feed cuts]

[Private; Action ==> Molly Hooper]

[After finding oneself sitting on the edge of a fountain facing a carousel, and having exhausted all other options of deciphering whether one is dreaming and where they are, going to a place with a large blue sign that says 'Welcome Center' seems the most reasonable option. So. Here he is, coming in the door now.]

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None of us have a choice. We come and go as the City pleases.

I'm Charlie.

So it sends people back? How does that work?

[he pulls himself a bit out of soldier mode, though, at the introduction]

I'm John. Nice to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you, John. Welcome to the City. And as for your question, sir? [Because Charlie has manners on occasion, it just usually takes someone using theirs for her to remember.] I'm not sure how it works. I just know people show up, like you did, and then vanish. They go back home, right to the exact second they left there. So I hear, anyway. And I also hear people don't remember their time here.

[he's...going to mull that over for a minute] ...how do people know that they go back to the exact second, if they don't remember their time here.

I don't know, exactly. Just one of the rumors floating around about this place, I suppose.

What are the other rumors?

That we're here for something big. What we're here for, I don't know.

Any idea how I could find out?

Research, probably. Has anyone explained the curses to you, yet?

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Only that they happen, and that sometimes they're bad and sometimes they're good...which doesn't give me much to go on, honestly.

There's not much to tell about them, other than they're either awful or they're funny. You could be turned into an animal or wake up thinking you're married to someone or creatures could attack the City for a day. Sometimes the City changes entirely.

Is there any way of knowing when one will happen?

Unfortunately not, sir. It'd be nice if there were some subtle warning but, none of us here are that lucky.

Right. So you wake up one morning and you've been cursed, is that it?

And you can call me John, Charlie, I haven't been in the service for a while now.

John. Okay. I'll remember that. And, exactly. Wake up cursed one day. Wake up the next day either feeling like an idiot or with something new to laugh at.

Wonderful. [a bit of a huff] Thanks.

You're welcome. Try to find a place to live for now. The landlords of the twelve apartment buildings are very understanding. If you just tell them which one you're moving into, they'll be fine skipping first months rent and give you time to find a job.

[Job. Right.] I'll look into that.

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