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[Waking up unceremoniously in Luceti with no idea of where she is and what she is doing there is of course a disorienting experience. Anya finds herself out on the beach, lying prone on the sand. It could be Sunnydale, except the area she's been deposited in doesn't have much surrounding it besides sand and blue skies.

Her back hurts, and by the time she sits herself up and reaches back there...] Wings? Is this a joke?

[Some more time passes with her half-ranting to herself, trying to get oriented and squinting at the placement of the sun. She almost misses the fact that the journal is there completely, save when she finally starts to walk and nearly trips over the thing, half buried in the sand.]

[Accidental voice]

- Ow! I have sand in places that I don't want to think about, there's no sign of anyone - what is this, a book? I don't even get a pair of shoes, or even suntan lotion, I just get a lousy book? [She turns the journal over in her hands, pages rustling, her image still not visible, though there's the sound of the ocean's waves in the background.] ... my name is on this book. This just entered a new level of creepy.

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[Well what do you know. Rock Lee has chosen this area to do one of his daily jogs at an oddly incredible speed. But once he catches a New Feather dress out of the corner of his eye, he veers and hurries over at a less blur-like pace, skidding to a stop several feed from her.]

Excuse me, Miss! Are you new here?

[It takes her a little by surprise to see another person running around out here. Buffy had mentioned a stuffy admiral, but she had a feeling the woman wasn't referring to this ... energetic person.]

That depends on what "here" is.

Ah... well, this "here" is a world outside all others! That most likely includes your own world of origin. This one does not have a name that I know of... But we are currently within an enclosure known as Luceti!

You do not make a lot of sense.

I apologize, Miss! I am trying my hardest! It took I myself many tries to fully comprehend the situation. Please, give me another chance!

Understanding and being able to explain are two different things. Anyway, I don't recognize this place, so if it's true that it's not the one I last remember, that answers something.

Yes! It does! You are no longer where you were. And now you are here! This is another world entirely.

Yes, you said that part.

I was not certain if you understood that point. Additionally, there is no known way to willingly travel back to our home worlds.

I understood it, it just didn't make sense. As well as what you just said now. If there's a way in, then there's a way out. That's how these things work.

I see. Does this type of situation happen to you... often, then?

No, not often. Just enough to get the gist, really. I hate dimension hopping.

Well, perhaps this can be seen more as dimension... falling? As if you have fallen through a hole, and there is no simple way to just "leap" back up!

Trust me, there's always a way. I never said it had to be an easy one.

I see. As I understand... Many here have tried, but none have succeeded in finding a way. Are you confident that you will be more successful?

I said that there is always a way. I never said I was going to be the one to find it.

I see. So you shall be part of the audience! [Part of him was really hoping she'd have some magical way to bring them home immediately. It'd be an odd change of pace.] You will have to find somewhere to stay until such a way is opened.

What kind of places do they have here? ... Don't say nests.

Ah... [A light smile as he tries to process the joke.] Noting of the nesting variety; our similarities to bird go no further then the wings! But there is a village elsewhere in this enclosure. There are a variety of houses and community houses one can choose to reside in!

Just one village?

Yes, a singular village! That is because we are all being kept within an enclosure by scientists named the Malnosso.

So... like a habitat. For suddenly-winged people.

That... is a manner of describing it. We are left to our own devices, for the most part. And those scientist, they claim to be seeking a way home. That is their claim.

But they need to have guinea pigs to do it. How very scientist of them.

[He blinks and gives an uncertain nod at the phrasing.]

Yes, they are very much... scientist, indeed. And they go as far as to conduct experiments.

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