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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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Actually, we weren't underwater. I mean, we were under the water, yeah, but there was this magical barrier that went up and over the entire turtle shell. It kept most of the water out. Unfortunately, it didn't have the same effect on anything else.

Ah- that makes sense, now that I think about it. Humans can't survive under water, after all, between the lack of oxygen and the pressure.

That's frightening, though. I'm not sure what I would do in the face of zombies.

If you're lucky, we won't have to find out here.

I'll hope that never happens again, yes. In fiction, zombie attacks- especially the bites- are never easy to deal with, and I am not much of a combatant to begin with.

It's okay. You're not the only one. So next time something big happens, just find the nearest fighter and let them know. I'm sure we'll be able to protect you.

Good to know... because I know that my place is tending to the wounded afterward.

Doctor?

Yes. It is my passion in life.

I suppose it's always good to know the person in charge of patching you up is really devoted to his work. You ever talk with Milyn?

It is something I enjoy doing, to be sure.

I have not, no.

I'm not sure how you feel about her right now with everything, but she was called the Cherrywood Healer for a reason. Closest thing to an experienced doctor from around here we might get. It could be worth having a chat or two.

I admit, I kept away from that affair as much as I could; I felt like others had a better handle on the situation than I did, and I do not know enough of this place's politics yet, so it was not my place to get involved.

I will keep that in mind, though.

Just because you didn't get involved doesn't mean you're not still allowed an opinion. But yeah, sure. Just so you know it's an option.

Indeed. I will be sure to speak to her when I get a chance.

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