[Yukiko was quietly standing outside a sub archway. For those who knew her well enough would know which one she would always stand in front of. Fingers lightly touching her chin, she was pondering something.]

I wonder if a wall could be build around it? Then again, I would need to ask...

[Damn it Adachi, it made it harder to get rid of it now he hadn't been around for a good long while. He tortures her from beyond whatever hell hole he was now in. Prison if she could recall.]

I guess one could see if magic works around it as well. That might help stop people from wanting to use it again. But I would need to ask someone to do that...

[She rocked on her heels, letting the thoughts pass her buy. The device had been turned on due to her holding it, but yet at the same time it might have been on purpose as a few seconds later she looks at the feed, not surprised at all and smiling.]

I know it might have looked like I had accidentally turned this on, but I hadn't. I've been wanting to close off this sub archway, but due to the person who paid for it not handing it over to me I can't close it like normal. So I had been wondering if it would be okay if we try and see if we are able to block it off with magic or something. If that is possible of course.

[A pause.]

Also there is something I've been working on the past few weeks as well. It's a clinic that if anyone needs can come to them instead of them having to come to the hospital or something. I'm still working on the basics such as the main head quarters where healers can get what they need before they head off. but if any healers are interested in being apart of this, please let me know.

Action - Evening, Dream Docks, Genessia

[ When Van wakes up from the dream docks, it's with a start. It feels like he's only been gone for a day, though his communicator has told him it's been longer than that. So much has happened that at once it feels like much longer as well.

The teenager looks around, frowning, wandering back towards Fayren. A hand remains on the sword at his hip, and although he remains wary and vigilant he also knows there might not be such reason to be that way here. In that comfort, he allows himself to be more lost in thought and not paying attention to anything that would not do him harm. ]

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Voice – Late Night

[ A voice not too many might recognize is the source of a new voice post. It's hard for him to speak, that much may be obvious, but he doesn't allow himself to stop – at least, not until he asks what he needs to. ]

I have two questions to ask of all of you.

First, of the dream docks. Are those dreams truly the events of our worlds as set in stone, or is there a chance of changing them if we should return to our homes?

Second, what are the chances of those displaced in our worlds coming to this place, as those already here have?