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Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one...

[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]

There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.

Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.

[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.

[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]

You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.

[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]

Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?

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[For any late-night Cherrygrovers, he's sitting on a lamppost near the town square -- egg in his lap and Flygon sitting next to him -- murmuring to himself idyllically. His words, drifting along the wind-]

'...Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.'

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Maybe we should! But I can't say I'm terribly good with words.

Mm, are you a breeder?

Ah, no! [He shakes his head with a smile.] I'm just trying to find a way back home!

I don't think I would be good at that anyways! [He gives a laugh.]

Shame. Looks like I'll have to find one, after all.

Did you just recently arrive? If you don't mind my asking.

Ah! [He gives a smile, rubbing the back of his neck.] Is it that obvious?

Why, were you trying to make it less noticeable? [/genial]

[He waves his hands in front of his face, still smiling.]

Oh no! Not at all!

Oh, good. Then I didn't say anything I shouldn't have. [ignore him. /)_(\]

It's a strange place to get used to, isn't it?

Oh no! [he gives a laugh.] Not at all! Though I am curious as to how you came to that conclusion!

It is! But at least it's not a dangerous world! We could have been brought to worse places!

Call it a hunch! Or maybe, it's just that those that have been here for a while now tend not to talk about leaving so easily -- or something like that?

[He hums.] How much worse?

Ah! [He nods. [] I see!

Well, we could have been brought to a place that was at war!

Point! Are you speaking from experience?

Oh, yes! my friends and I were travelers before I ended up here!

Ah, so I'm speaking to a veteran. Do you always try to leave so quickly when you get to someplace new?

Not exactly! My friends and I are searching for something--we tend to look for it and move on once we've found it!

Is that so? Do you look for the same thing in every place you visit?

Yup! Something very important to a good friend of mine!

Ah, now I'm curious. It sounds like something right out of a fairy tale.

Ah, perhaps! [He gives a laugh.]

Long story short, my friend lost her memories! They've scattered the worlds, and now we travel to return them to her!

[And boy, was that putting it at it's most basic.]

[...]

That sounds difficult. I didn't know memories could be scattered like that -- do you retrieve them like rolls of film? Or photographs?

They're feathers, actually! [He smiles. Memories as feathers. This is not weird at all, nope.]

I can see that. It's fairly symbolic.

[A pause.] Do you think there could be one here?

Ah, possibly! The feathers seam to have incredible powers, so whoever has it might be the one bringing us all here!

Now there's an interesting idea. How do you go about finding that feather? Do you go about ruffling every bird in sight?

Ah, usually the feather gives off a magical wavelength that one of our party members is able to sense! But usually by then someone has taken possession of the feather and has made a mess of things!