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[The first thing Fran notices when she wakes up is that she feels... off, somehow. Like her senses have been toned down, even more than they were when she first left the Wood. Everything sounds like it's been muted, and...

That train of thought ends once she gets a good look at her surroundings. This is not Balthier's suite. This is not even her own suite. (Although she rarely, if ever, sleeps there.) No, this is someplace entirely different. It isn't long before she notices the fact that it isn't just her senses or the scenery that has changed, but herself as well. And it's a body she recognizes, too. Difficult to forget a talking pile of rubble, after all.

Eventually, a video pops up on the network, revealing a very peeved Franto.
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To the stone man that resides here - [She never did get Santo's name.] - I believe I have something of yours. And I would think you have something of mine.

[Namely, her body.]

This is Fran, if anyone is unsure. It seems this has been an eventful morning for many.

[A slight sigh.]

... Are the senses of all non-viera so dull?

[Locked to Balthier; 90% Unhackable]

Whomever is in your suite and is wearing my skin, it is not I. [Just a heads up, partner.] Do what you will.
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[Hello there, Turtleland. Rose has been MIA for the past while, dealing with some personal issues that have left her a little worse for the wear. But since she's nice and durable and refuses to mope around forever, here she is. She looks a little sheepish, but still just as warm and friendly as ever, and she flips her hand up in a little wave.]

Thought maybe it'd be a good idea to check in, say I'm not dead or anything. Not uh -

[Well, now she feels awkward.]

Not that I know very many people here, not yet. Kinda want that to change, though. So I've got a question for everyone. And you don't have to answer or nothing, but if you do I'd be really grateful.

[She fidgets, looking down and away.]

How d'you deal with losing someone? Personally, I mean. How d'you handle it when someone important just isn't there anymore? I lost somebody a long time ago, but I was only a baby. This is a bit different, this time 'round.
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[After an evening of wandering around and searching for people, as well as answers about this place, Fran arrived at her suite wondering about something she'd been feeling ever since she arrived - and is still feeling, really.

So, why not ask the other people trapped here?

The video feed turns on, revealing a rabbit-eared woman. Her expression is neutral, though her ears twitch ever-so-slightly before she speaks.]


I am curious. Is anyone familiar with the nature of the... [Mist? No, not quite. But definitely something like it.] Magicks on this beast? Is it the tortoise that is the source, or something different? [Yeah, yeah, turtle, but it reminds her of the monsters back home, so she's calling it a tortoise.]

I am able to sense it as I can the mist, but... they are not so similar that I cannot feel a difference.

[Oh. She's forgetting something, isn't she?]

I am Fran, if anyone wishes to know.

It is... a strange sensation to be as sensitive to this as I am the mist. If anyone has an answer, I will be grateful - so long as it is more useful than the one the kedan offered. [It doesn't quite occur to her that only someone from Ivalice would understand what she means when she mentions the mist, but oh well.]
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[Willow's not looking at all panicked. In fact, she looks slightly frustrated and slightly bored. She actually is slightly panicked, she's just falling back on standard Scooby procedure when in new, terrifying situations: make witty quips until a solution presents itself.]

I got here just in time to miss the party. Phooey. I get kidnapped to another dimension and I don't even get awkward enforced socialization out of it.

[A beat, and then she refocuses on the practical.] Um, so, since I guess I am stuck here, anyone want to give me a rundown on how magic works here? I'm a little scared that if I try to find out myself, something will get blown up. That's maybe more likely than you'd think.

I wouldn't mind a, a tour, either. Or an explanation of these computer terminals? They're kinda wonky. [In looks, in function, and in how they viscerally feel to her magic senses. Willow is one of that rare breed that is comfortable with both magic and tech, and she's not afraid to overlap them, which makes this whole experience extra strange for her.]

Thanks. --O-Oh, and, I'm Willow. [Smooth. So smooth. With an embarrassed smile, she clicks the video off.]
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