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Hector's eyes shot open the moment the haze of sleep was pulled away. His body was laying on something firm and soft, and it had been nearly a century since he'd felt anything like that. With a yelp he sat up, floundering a bit as he half tumbled and half stepped out of the pod. The memory of his heart raced and he swallowed thickly.

"Ay, w-where..." There was nothing familiar about the stone or water around him. Much less the object that had scattered along the floor. Scrambling to pick them up he looks over the instructions, not liking the words or meaning at all. Because wherever he was, was not The Land of the Dead. Which meant, there was no connection to The Land of the Living.

"No bridge." He clicked his tongue and grabbed everything, shoving it in his pockets and taking off out of the cave. He doesn't even pause to listen to the recording. He needed to get home. To get home and make sure to get over the bridge. Nothing else mattered. Not strange devices or, or necklaces.

Not even crashing into solid people.

"Lo siento!" Hector managed as his bones scattered across the sidewalks of Genessia, with a small little grunt he drew himself back together, placing his head on with a crack and turning to apologize to whomever he'd bumped into.

"HIJOLE!" He scrambled back, pointing a bony finger, "Y-you're...how? No, no puede...ah!" He grabbed his hat and yanked it down as he tried to calm down, "How can you see me!? You are alive!"

[Video]

[The camera is really close, showing a single, warm brown eyeball.]

Caray, is this on? Hola? Ah!

[He pulls back, looking a bit sheepish and nervous.]

I apologize for that. I was told to introduce myself on this...network? To see if there is anyone I might know.

[Not that it would be difficult to spot them in this land of fleshy people but, well Hector just had that sort of luck.]

I am Hector and I'm still not sure how this works. But, that is the way of it. If anyone recognizes me.

[Pause.]

And I do not owe you a favor, please! Say hello, si?

[A bit of fumbling and the feed ends with a little whistle from Hector.]

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Yeah there's this wizard back where I'm from named Merlin. He lives in the town where I lived as a kid so I met him a few times back then.

At the time, I didn't know he was a wizard; sure, he said he was, but I thought he was just a nice- if kind of eccentric- old guy. But he did tell great stories, so when he invited my friend Isa and me in for tea one time, we figured, why not?

So anyway we sit down for tea and cookies, and the sugar bowl come hopping over and serves us sugar for our tea all by itself! Then I tried to get a closer look at it and it whacked me on the back of the hand with the spoon.

That kinda convinced me on the whole wizard thing, as you might imagine.

Merlin. Merlin...that's a weird name.

[The story is amusing and Hector laughs.]

Somehow, I think I should say, serves you right!

It is kinda. But it suits him, I think.

[Lea chuckles too.]

Maybe. But hey, I bet you'd have tried to do the same in my shoes. I mean, come on; it was a walking- or hopping, I guess, since it didn't really have legs- sugar bowl! If that's not worth getting a closer look at, I don't know what is.

Oh no, I've learned not to touch strange things that move without something to move them!

[Though he is mentally snickering at the image of Ernesto more than likely doing it. And then tossing the little sugar bowl aside.]

Well, I know better too now. But back then? Yeeeaaaah, little me was kinda of an idiot about a number of things.

[He snickers, really, Lea you are opening yourself up to teasing here!]

Only little you?

[Lea chuckles.]

Well, yeah! Adult me gets to be an idiot about all new things.

Ahaha, oh, that sounds like there's some good stories there, Colorado.

some, yeah. But then I think most everybody has a few stories like that tucked away, some more embarrassing than others.

Of course! Ha, those are the ones that everyone needs to remember.

Well I know a good place to get a drink or two if you feel like swapping a few sometime. Assuming skeletons can drink, that is.

We can. And we can eat and breath and all kinds of things. But, eh, it's all just memory or habit. I still don't understand where it all goes.

Alright then. Long as it doesn't go on the floor; don't think the bartender would be too happy about that, you know?

Anyway, I should be done with work in a couple hours. Want me to stop by the new arrivals housing and we can go from there?

Ahaha, no, no! Not on the floor!

[New arrivals housing.]

The what? Where is that?

[Did he forget to mention that he sort of ignored the hologram?]

Not far from the entrance to the Bay, where you arrive. The address should be marked on the tag to the key you had on you when you arrived. And there are maps and pamphlets and stuff near the hologram- the ghostly looking woman in the message that greeted you when you arrived- if you're still confused how to get there.

I didn't even notice the lady, Colorado.

[But he's looking for the tag he mentioned. Not that Hector was going to be using the arrival housing anyways.]

Really? I thought she was pretty hard to miss. But then I'm used to keeping an eye out for moogle shops; they kind of look similar.

Anyway, you think you can find the address at least?

I was ah, a little panicked and sort of in pieces.

[Literally. He crashed into Eleven.]

Yeah that's understandable. Waking up in a weird coffin-pod thing floating on a lake in a cave would probly be enough to freak out most people.

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