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[pinkprismstaff]

You don't remember getting knocked out.

That's the best descriptor for the feeling you experience before you wake up. There's a glittering absence of color to your field of vision, and a sensation that you aren't yourself, you aren't anything in particular. Abruptly, unpleasantly, you wake up in a strange, sunny location. Where that is might vary--laying in a sun chair on the pool deck, draped over the skee-ball machine in the arcade, face down in a cart in the laundry room....or just stretched out in the long, long expanse of sand surrounding the island.

There doesn't seem to be anyone else here, aside from the others who have woken up and have as little clue where they might be as you do. It's a silent, empty island filled with a lot of questions and few clear answers. What you can conclude are a few things: that you don't get hungry or tired, that any wounds you have don't seem to either heal or worsen, and leaving the island doesn't seem to be possible.

Maybe it would be good to meet with the others who have woken up?

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[reresurrected]

A hyur?

[Hmm. Not a word he's ever heard before... does it have to do with the fact that he's wearing swords, perhaps?]

No, I am a knight... although I suppose I should admit that it isn't common for knights in my world to wield two swords, if that makes a difference.

[howveryglib]

No, I meant your race, not your abilities. Unless they do not call it that where you are from…?

[he GUESSES that’s possible.]

[reresurrected]

[Ah. That makes far more sense.]

We call them "humans" where I am from, but I assume the meaning is the same if they look enough like me that you would think I am one.

Are you a... "hyur" as well, then?

[howveryglib]

Ah, I see. I am a Garlean, which… well, I suppose there is enough strange about this situation in the first place that I am not surprised you have never encountered any of us.

[reresurrected]

It isn't a name I've ever heard before, no. Of course, as you said, that means little when it is clear that the two of us hail from very different places...

... which still leaves the question as to just what this place is, if it is neither my world nor yours.

[And, uh. Why are there bloodstains everywhere, which is kind of the more concerning part.]

[howveryglib]

…I see. I suppose that does lend some credence to the idea of us being from vastly different worlds, then, given that our exploits are not exactly unknown.

That makes things even more complicated, then…