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Rehearsal 1: [Text, from Astralfield]

[The text is written in long, loopy handwriting, and displays as a dark blue -- the color of the chalk he's using. Victor's not even close to figuring out the video function yet.]

I -- I don't even know what I'm doing. . . Apparently this chalkboard can be used to talk to other people? Like letters, only more -- instant? Oh dear, I'm so confused. . .

Is there anyone out there who can explain this to me? All I know is that I was in my room, preparing to draw, when suddenly I blacked out and then. . .

[And he just can't help asking the question that's been on his mind since he first woke up here.]

Is this Wonderland?

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It puts you to sleep every night and then you have dreams. And this is the dream district, so they're important.

It -- wait. You just -- fall asleep? No matter what?

[Oh boy, he has such mixed feelings on this. On the one hand, it sounds like a form of mind control, and that sends cold shivers up his spine. On the other --

No more insomnia. No more struggling with getting to sleep every single night of his life. That's -- he's wanted that for YEARS.]

Important how?

Uh-huh.

Pieces of everyone's dreams become part of the district the next day. You might see a flying loaf of bread or somebody with no pants.

They -- so whatever you dream might turn up in reality?

[This is -- both intriguing and worrying.]

What if you have a nightmare?

That counts too.

Oh dear.

[He's thinking of the sort of nightmares he has, and -- he wouldn't want to inflict them on anyone else.]

I assume there's no way to prevent it.

Not aside from going to another district, but they don't really like us.

Why not? If the dreams don't come to life outside of our own district, what's to fear?

Every district has its own weird things, but I think they think it's messed with us. Which isn't fair at all!

No it isn't -- but it's my experience that life is hardly fair no matter where you are. (Still, you think at least the pillow district would have some fondness for us. . .)

I guess that's true. I wish it weren't, though. You sound like a lot has happened to you.

So do I. . . And yes, I -- it's been a hard past year, let's say. And being taken against my will to a new world is hardly the new start I wanted.

[Mostly because he's been separated from the person he wanted to make a new start with.]

I know. It's a nice place so far, but I'm still sure there's a way to get out!

I'd like to know how to get back too -- I've got a very dear friend back home that I don't like being separated from.

Hehe, don't worry. We'll get out, and we can keep each other safe!

I don't know how good I am at keeping people safe. Or not worrying, honestly.

But I'll try.

Don't worry! I can come meet you if you need help.

Oh -- that would be kind of you. Though I'm not entirely sure where I'm meant to be staying just yet. . .

Okay! I'll be right there -- where are you?

[Er. . . Victor takes a look around, trying to assess his surroundings. He hasn't paid much attention to them, too busy trying to figure out the chalkboard.]

I'm on a bench, with a rather large red building behind me, near the intersection of two streets. . . First and Second, according to the signs. I'm the rather tall, very pale twenty-year-old in the dark grey suit.

Okay! ♥

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*Soon enough, there is a young half-demon girl walking towards you happily.*

[Victor's right where he said he would be, still fiddling a little with the chalkboard. He is indeed tall and pale, with big eyes, long hands, and little feet. A grey-blue sketchbook rests on the seat next to him -- his most prized possession, which fortunately came with him on his unexpected journey.

He looks up at the sound of footsteps.]

Oh, hello -- Mirai?

[His accent betrays him as English.]

That's me! Are you figuring out your device yet?

Good to meet you in person. And I'm trying. . .

[He turns it over in his hands.]

At least I can communicate with people, I suppose.

Don't worry! You'll get the hang of it. What have you found yet?

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