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[meatpuppets]

"Wooooah, so this is The Nexus?" Wrench stands there O O as he takes in the plaza, and the place his best buddy Marcus about. While his bestest bud goes to find them a place to stay, Wrench is just going to find himself a place to have a seat. "I mean I was told about this, but I didn't believe my friend." With a laptop in his hand, he places the sticker-coated laptop on the cushion besides him.


- - "I never thought I'd ever cross into another dimension and sit on a couch before. This is on some cosmic levels of cool, and I got lots of words that I can describe how I'm feeling." Wrench reclines back in his chair with his hand going to rest on the knees of his pants. O O - ? ?

"Questions. Questions. What's the worst question anyone has ever asked you before?"

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[meatpuppets]

"True... Not like this place is like where I come from. Though maybe you're one of the locals where." Wrench was told this place is a little different, or very different all thanks to his best pal Marcus. "And seeing I'm a total noobie, maybe you would be willing to share."

He leans over to the side a little and he points to where his ears are hidden by his hoodie hood.

"Be a pal Micolash and let little ol'Wrench in on your research."

[grantuseyes]

"New...bee?" The look of puzzlement makes it clear he's never heard such a term. "If...you're asking if I'm a local, I'm only poised to disappoint. I am a fresh arrival to this..." The prolonged pause this time is less dreamy and more nervous now; even if his expression remains overall tired and placid, his tongue runs over his upper teeth as he searches for a term. "...Dream."

Like the question of cage acquisition before, the request to share research is overlooked. Or ignored.

[meatpuppets]

"Same diff, my bro with the funky headgear," Wrench does his best to help explain his Earthly slang. "Or we're new to something. It's a word we use to describe people are new to thing back home."

. . his mask flashes and this place does indeed feel like a dream. "This place does feel like a dream. We don't exactly have the technology to leave our own solar system, yet alone leave our own dimension."

[grantuseyes]

"Ah. I see." Filing that away for future reference, perhaps. Although Wrench's further rumination seems to further stir Micolash from his repose. He sits up more, hands moving to grip the arms of his chair.

"...Did you say...dimensions?"

[meatpuppets]

"Yeah, I read the memo."

Wrench goes to fish out the pamphlet on the place from his pocket, and on bringing the crinkled piece of paper out he shows it off to Micolash.


"Are you a frequent dimension hopper?"

[grantuseyes]

Micolash smiles weakly as he holds up a single finger.

"Only the once. After the ritual. Returning back was not...ideal. Which is why I find it so queer to be in another realm altogether."

[meatpuppets]

"Why do you think this is strange? I mean not like we got rituals that send you to other worlds back where I come from."

Wrench looks at the crumpled up piece of paper that gave him a gist of the place he'll be calling home for a while. He then proceeds to fold it, and place it inside of his vest pocket.

"But I'm looking forward to doing some dimension hoping. Maybe I'll end up in one that will put me in a spaceship. Or maybe I'll find myself looking at a gorgeous princess who needs a knight to rescue them from a giant dragon."

[grantuseyes]

"It is not what I have been lead to believe is possible. Even when I dedicated years and years to study of what already seemed unreal. It does not fall into the understanding we at Mensis had been led to conclude. I'm afraid this place not being...a figment. Undoes a great deal of my research. It will be prudent to step back and rethink the nature of reality if this place remains a constant and is not simply..." His focus drifts off again briefly, a drawn-out pause as if he'd forgotten he was speaking to another, before he resumes that sentence, "...a passing fever dream."

Wrench describing his ideal discoveries in the Nexus prompts a thin giggle from Micolash. "Endearingly....childish," he concludes. "Heed that the mind of a child is hardly a bad thing. They perceive without bias, without expectation. Boundless, really, in a way that is impossible to recapture."