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[It takes him a while to figure out the NV. (In fact, it takes him a while to realize he has it, busy as he is searching for somewhere to wash the dirt off his face, pacing back and forth a lot, and laying down to will his wounds to stay closed.) He has, in truth, not a clue how it works, except that it seems to respond to his touch. He has poked tentatively through network broadcasts and determined the meaning of "video," the only command the thing offers he doesn't recognize--although he hesitates about touching that command, himself. He is dissheveled and in his pajamas and looks quite rattled, in his opinion, which surely is too embarrassing to show complete strangers.

... But maybe they would have some sympathy for him if they could see his face. He turns on the video...

...giving everyone a lovely view of his nightshirt's collar and the lower half of his face. There is a plaster on his cheek, and some wrapped bandages visible crossing his collarbone.]

Well, is this thing working? [He taps the screen sharply, then holds the NV a bit farther away, which puts the rest of his face (and more bandages!) in view-] How am I supposed to tell--oh, is that me in the corner?

[Serious time, Reim. He squares his jaw and regards the NV with his best business face.] My name is Reim Lunettes. I would like to request several things, if I may: information, something to write with, and-- c, clothes.

[He mumbles the last part. This is humiliating...]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

[He nods, and his eyes dart around in the typical manner of someone who has no idea how to find the 'stop' button, but he gets it eventually, and just before he finally presses it he adds (an afterthought, his voice climbing out of its calm tone and becoming decidedly freaked out by the end):]

If--If there is anyone here who knows me, please come and find me!!

[oh wow this is so embarrassing he has to go FEED CUT]

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[Reim doesn't shop by himself...! Certainly not for Fancy Notreally!Victorian Clothes.]

Oh- Well, alright. I would prefer to pay, in some capacity... [beat] Eventually.

Consider it a gift.

[Yeah he is cool like that]

If you are set on repayment you can get me a cup of tea.

[Probably something rare]

Tea for clothes...?

[Sounds like the bizarre trades all his friends ask for. That actually makes him relax, but just a little.]

I'll do that. Thank you.

[RECORDSCRATCH where are his manners-]

I didn't get your name-! [a..gain? This is confusing.]

Ah, my apologies. I had forgotten to properly introduce myself. My name is Iroh, pleased to make your acquiantance again, Reim.

Iroh. [Nodding. Still unsure of this "here before" business, but.] It's good to meet you, um, again.

Yes, I'm afraid the city does not get much easier to understand as time passes by. I am confident that you will adjust as you had before.

I hope to make it to a pair of shoes, at least. Is- if I may, what is the city like? In general. I suspect having a starting point would be a good idea.

Well, there are many challenges to be overcome within Sirens Port. There is corruption within the system itself, two rival companies vie for control known as AGI and SERO. At night, it is a haunted dismal place, and I would recommend avoiding going out if at all possible during that tiime.

[If only he could be taking notes right now.]

I see... How haunted, exactly?

It varies, but it happens City wide, the creatures which haunt are different, a few are stationary but a great variety of them are mobile, with varying abilities.

[A sharp frown; sounds like Chains!!]

I assume they attack those who cross their paths. What happens to them during the day?

[His face is neutral, they were an environmental problem something to be dealt with, but he didn't have hate for the Darkness, more so pity]

Yes, they attack those who cross their paths. The light from the sun banishes them, even if there are clouds.

[He wants all the information he can get, less out of curiosity and more compulsion, hence further questions-]

They go somewhere?

They disappear. They reappear when night falls again.

They must go somewhere...

[Huff.] I'm sorry, it's- a lot to take in.

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