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[From the moment the feed began, Zatanna's surroundings were a little more visible than usual. The Welcome Center, with her leaning slightly back. Clearly prepared to get comfortable if necessary. As if she planned on sitting there for a while.]

Hey, everyone.

[And to start, she waved at the camera. Master of showmanship, this one.]

Okay, so, most of you probably at least recognize my face by now. Because if not, I'm so not doing my job properly.

I'm Zatanna. I run the Welcome Center, and...well, let's just say there's a reason for that. I've kind of been here a while. Like, a really long while. Including that year we all spent in the Dreaming Realm...probably more than five years by now. Man, time sure does fly when you adjust to your kidnapping, huh?

[Jokes aside...]

A lot's happened in that time. I mean, we're talking everything from zombies to ghost possessions to baby turtles dream-hopping to people's powers getting all messed up. We used to have Emperors, you know. Like an actual monarchy. Oh, and that whole thing with the shell starting to glow? Yeah, that's definitely not new, though I haven't seen it since Ast--I mean, the Great Turtle was busy not being in a coma.

So, yeah, I guess if anybody has any questions on that sort of thing, I'm here to answer them as best as I can. I mean, I figured, share the wealth, you know? Since you all deserve to know what kind of place you were brought to, and how this whole thing all started in the first place.

((ooc: As I mentioned here, I did recently put together a basic list of plot-relevant events of the past for newcomers to check out. But here's a chance for your characters to get in on the story IC. Not ALL of it, of course, and these stories will be told from Zatanna's IC perspective, which can sometimes be a bit misleading or even missing information...but fellow Turtle Veterans are also welcome to join in on conversations. Mix and mingle and possibly threadjack at will!))

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Not all bad, I hope.

Fairly new. I've been here a couple of months. Things don't feel quite as strange as they did.

[She shook her head, smiling.]

Definitely not all bad, no.

This is probably going to sound weird, but...some of it's actually even been fun. The kind I wish I could tell stories about if I ever go back home again.

I don't think that sounds weird.

[That if word. Steve's tried to make peace with the fact that he could be here for awhile, he's even found a bright side to it. But it still feels strange sometimes.]

Your home won't have changed in that time, right? But you will have.

[Her nose wrinkled at that, as she took a moment to lean forward. Trying to best figure out how to explain this next part.]

Not...exactly.

You see, time works differently here. That's why you can get two people from the same world, but with different memories. And when people here go back home, they go right back to that same point in time they were pulled from.

...So you're saying that we won't remember out time here.

[He doesn't know why that didn't hit him until now. He was so focused on his world, on what he needed to do when he went back and the relief that it wouldn't move on without him. The extent of that didn't really sink in.]

Most likely not.

I've had a few friends over the years leave and come back again. Even if they were able to remember their time here...they always said the same time. Back home, it was like the memories had been erased from their minds completely. Or at least heavily suppressed.