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E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫
E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫ E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫
E҉̨̢͎͎̗̦͈͎̘R̨̘̦̙̖̳͈͟R̢̞̺͖̩̟̻͙͕̩͜O̢̢̼͉͔̟̯̝͇̙͜͠R̴̛̗̝͕̣̘͙̪͖̀͟:̢̢͉̙̥̝͖͉̯̟͇̖̱̖͓̲̳ ͏̴͉͈͈̦̝̦͉͖̖͉̪̝̠̭I͡҉̣̼̜̩̻̜͓̻̳̼̥̭̯̭̫͉̭ͅL̶͖͖̯̝̥̬̖̤̥̹͎̟̬̻̦̜̝̻̗͟͞Ļ̸̸̸̥̺̝̜̭̘̞͈͎͚͉E̶͍͍͈̬̕͜͟G̳̬͉̙̥̩̼̭̦͔͘͜͡À̴͟҉̤͔͇̩̳͝ͅL̟͉̯̥̝̀͢͝ ͏҉͈͎͇̞̪̬͓͎̖̥̜̦̖̜O̺̹̺̜͉̠͉̠͇̭̣͔͡͞P̢͘͜҉̺̝̥͎̜Ḙ̢͔͇̰͇̯̺͇͓̜Ŗ̦̝̫̯̻̰͍͙̼̮͎̕ͅA̸̬̯͉͓̥̕͢͞ͅT̷̡͎̻̳̥Ḭ̵̡̥̭̥̀͞O̴͈̤͚͇̜͘͘͞N̢̬͕̙̫̦̳̫̭͖͙̤.̧͢͜҉̩̼̬̞̟̻͇̭͖ ̳̝̺̯̣̠̣̲͎̝̞̣̭̫͘͠S̡̧̼͈̱̳̰̰̳̻̺̫̝͈͖͎ͅH̦̖̣̦̱͓͙͓̣́͜͠͠Ù̸͎̹̼̱͈͇̼̼̕ͅͅṰ̤̝̦̞͍̮̦̞̼̪͕̹̬͈͝T͞͏̟͖͔̯̼̫̞̥̣̘͉̫̟ͅI̢͖̪̮̺̰̟͎͈͇̻͈͔͉̱̯͓̻͞N̢̨̮̱͕̣͟Ģ̸̝̟͚̩͙͖ͅ ҉̴̝̭̩̯̫̤̼̬͇͡ͅD̨͏̺͎̝̟͔͉͕̲̮͎̦͓̥͕̹͓̮̖̘̀͠Ǫ̵͍͇̝̱̖̳̦͖͡W̸̧̩͕̹̹̬̰̻̣̣͓̞̼̮̦̺͟͞͡N̡̛̫͙̠͚̠̲̙̟̤͔̦͙ͅ.҉̢̻̝̦͓̀̕͠

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I'm currently in a house, medium-sized and lacking any storage rooms, and to the north of me is a massive snowbank that has swallowed up a good deal of other buildings. I haven't seen any other significant landmarks, I'm sorry.

[He really isn't sure how to describe where he is. It's all snow and...well, that giant wall of it...]

Massive snow bank, huh? Can't say I seen nothin' like that around here. Mostly flat out this way. It'd help if we had some idea a' where we was in relation to each other.

[He pauses. There's a raspy sound like he may be rubbing the side of his face.]

Been talkin' to folk off an' on. Nobody seems to know where we are besides what this thing said. You ever heard a' Norfinbury? I ain't.

If you can't see it, you're either far south of me, or on the other side of it...

[Yeah, that's not helpful at all. He sighs, trying not to sound too exasperated. He thinks he realizes how this is different from conversing with the Archangels. At least, with them, they were there, just in the air somewhere. He knew there were swans that weren't really swans flying above him somewhere.

This? Well...]

The only way we can be sure we're both in the same place in the world is that we've both been welcomed to this "Norfinbury"...and I'm afraid I've never heard of it, either. Then again, the cities I'm familiar with are...likely very different, and fewer.

Only cities I know up close an' personal are in California. I heard a' the big ones. Chicago, New York, Detroit. But I ain't really had that much schoolin'.

[He has definitely never heard of a place like this beyond distant places in Russia sometimes mentioned in the pulps.]

So this snow bank you lookin' at. You think you could get on top of it? See around ya? It might help you figure out more about where you are.

[His idea of a "massive" snowbank is laughably small being where he's from.]

[He's about to respond that he's never heard of any of those; it's likely they're from entirely different continents, as he knows of their existence and a few names of broad locations like major lakes and such, but has never been there.

But the suggestion distracts him from it. He can't blame George, after all, he himself was from a desert, with little more variety in his travel than the brief moments of passing through more temperate climates. He didn't make a habit of traveling far enough north to see so much snow during the day.]

I'm afraid it's more than five times my height. I couldn't even begin to scale it. [There's a little sound that might have been a suppressed chuckle.] I'd never seen one so large before coming here, either. It's amazing how it's managed to pile so high without falling over.

[...Maybe he shouldn't stay in this house very long. What if it does fall?]

Edited (that sentence got very messed up in the course of editing, sorry.) 2015-06-06 05:16 (UTC)

Chrissake, that's huge. I ain't never even heard a' snow that high or deep. I mean, maybe somewhere up in the Arctic. Ain't no way we're there. Ain't cold enough. We'd all be dead.

[It's one of the few things he recalls vividly from his short schooling, all those expeditions and lost ships.]

I'm surprised I can't see it from here. I must be a far piece from you.

It's likely you know more about it than I. I've only heard brief mentions of places much farther north than I've been.

[He gets up and heads to the door, intending to show George the wall. He can be heard asking the tablet's assistant how to use the cameras (he knows to call them "cameras"), and then there's the sound of a door opening. And then there's a video feed, looking out at the snow - there's a looming fifty-foot wall of it, as promised. He's not so close to it as to be at its foot, but he's definitely close enough to see it.]

Perhaps a "snow mountain" would be a more appropriate description.

Murder...

[He sounds as incredulous as he feels staring at that huge wall of white on screen. It doesn't seem real, like some distant snowcap brought right down to the flatlands and left there.]

Yeah. I can't see nothin' like that anywhere around here. You gotta be far from me. I ain't sure I wanna find that. Hard to wrap my head around it.

[He returns to just a voice feed.]

It is baffling, isn't it? How large must this place be for us to be so far apart?

[It's a little scary, admittedly. There's the sound of him crossing the room, footsteps on the floor, and a piece of furniture under a body's weight. He lets out a sigh, shaky and tired.]

I'm not sure what to make of any of this. I've never been anywhere like this at all...the worst is, I wasn't alone. How could they take me here without my friends noticing? Or without waking me?

[None of this makes any sense and it's starting to make his head spin. He's talking now mostly just to talk, because the silence is even creepier than the implications of his kidnapping.]

[He has to wonder, himself. It must be pretty big for him not to see anything that high. It's also strange catching all of those atmospheric sounds. A telephone was never so good at picking up things like that.]

I can't answer that last part, but how do you know your friends didn't notice? For all we know, people's lookin' for us. Or maybe they put up a fight. I don't remember much a' nothin', 'cept I was drinkin'. I could'a easy got hold of some bad hooch.

Well, one of my friends...he would be here by now.

[There's no easy way to say the person in question can teleport. And failing that, scale any surface because he doesn't need to obey the laws of gravity. How do you explain your best friend being an archangel?

You don't, that's how. People will think you're crazy, he'd known that all along. He's only really ever said anything about the more unusual aspects of his life to people who seemed similarly strange - that "HGWELLS" person who had responded to him, for example, clearly displaced in time, herself, and used to it.]

It's hard to explain, but he can get anywhere he needs to be.

Uh huh.

[Color him ten shades of skeptical. Still, he's not out to pick fights, not when he has no real stake in it.]

Not sure anybody'd come lookin' for me. Maybe Slim.

[Nothing would've stood between him and Lennie. He imagines Lennie'd knock down that damn big snow bank to get to him if he knew he was on the other side. He feels an unwelcome tightness in his throat.]

Prob'ly not though. [Gruffer.]

Guess none of that matters either way. We're here. They're wherever they are, an' we gotta all deal with this.

[That would be why he didn't go into specifics. How would "my friend can instantly be wherever he wants, at whatever point in time he wants" sound?

He sighs, missing his companions more keenly now that he's reminded himself he should never feasibly be separated from one of them by force. That it wasn't normally possible.

He shouldn't be alone like this...

It sounds like it would benefit both of them to change the subject.]

...So we do. I've searched some, today, myself, but found little of use outside this house I woke in. I wasn't dressed for this weather in the slightest.

[He's all too happy to go with the subject change.]

Naw, me neither. I mean, it can get cold nights, but nothin' like this where I'm from. Kinda weird to me they provided anything for us if you think about it. They must want somethin'. Damned if I can tell what.

If they need something from us, they should ask. They clearly have the means, through these devices.

[Just a simple statement telling them why they're here...why would they leave them in the dark on this and then give them basic supplies and rein to explore?]

Kinda doubt it's gonna be that straightforward.

[He sighs.]

Not sure what their game is. Jes' keep on your toes. Can't be a good one for any of us.

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