audio ✁ ❛ towards the door we never opened ❜

[misfortunes]

Good afternoon—City, isn't it? I suppose this is an offer for work; we're rather in need of doctors—a physician, a surgeon. . . a veterinarian. . .

Vincent. Instead of asking for things we don't need—

[ Though that would make one wonder about his definition of "need." ]

—why don't you try asking for a way out, instead? That way, we won't keep anyone waiting any longer.

Well—the master's overstrained himself, after all. . . [ but, returning to the audiofeed - ] It's a matter of some urgency, you see. It seems we won't be staying.

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[destinedtobeunpopular]

Good luck getting them to listen.

[dispossess]

I'll pretend you mean it.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Works for me.

[He shakes his head.]

I'm just saying that they don't do listening, or interacting, so I wouldn't get my hopes up.

[dispossess]

I haven't.

[ At least, he wouldn't call it hope. ]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Is it just him or is there something strange about this guy?]

Good.

[dispossess]

[ Luckily, it's not just him. ]

Is there anything else?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Quite a lot of things, if you think you need to hear them.

[dispossess]

[ It is useful to know what he's up against here, if only for the good of others. ]

By all means.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

This is the City. We don't know why we're here, exactly, but it might be connected to the clock that we can hear in our heads and how the City seems to... encourage interaction. About every other day or so, it likes throwing curses of different kinds at people. Most are harmless.

There's a barrier around the City that protects it from monsters that are apparently lurking outside. That might also have a connection to us being here.

If you try asking the deities, they most likely won't give any answer. Can't say we know how much influence they have over anything, really, but they're there and they have some sort of power over us.

[dispossess]

[ Ah, he hadn't even noticed the clock amid the usual din in there. Interesting. ]

Cursed, and with no escape.

I've read something like this before, probably.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

It does sound like a storyline for a book.

[But when thinking about it, so does his whole life.]

[dispossess]

I wonder who wrote this one.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Someone very bored.

[dispossess]

They do have quite the imagination, though.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

It seems so.

[dispossess]

However, I can't say I appreciate being part of this story.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

None of us really do.

Curses aside, the City isn't that bad, though.

[dispossess]

What isn't so bad about it?

[ The only good he's seen has come from elsewhere. ]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Well, you can always have a roof over your head and a bed to sleep in, and most people are very kind.

[dispossess]

It's only polite, after they took me from the ones I had.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

They wouldn't have to be polite if they didn't want to.

[dispossess]

This is more convenient for them, I'd imagine.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Oh, definitely.

[dispossess]

Whichever it is, they care little for us?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

I would say so, yes.