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[The voice is that of a young man, a little East Coast in accent.]

Late getting here, but look, ok. It took me a minute to cope with whole...thing. Kind of crashed my bike on that first memory, so, you know, wasn't exactly up to hanging out and making friends on the "Different Social Media Channel."

Anyway, I was gonna come on here and be like "Nice to meet you all," but then there's some guy talking about having memories of dying and instead I want to know where we un-sign up for this. Because it was kind of fun-and-games when it was like ...fighting monsters and voice-in-your-head prophecies, but--yeah. Not cool.

...Sorry. Not to make light of his--memory, but it sounds like I got off easy.

I don't really have a question, since I take it we can't really unsign-up. Just thought I should check-in on this thing.

[A pause]

No, actually I do have a question. The Martin guy said he was the, uh. [He fishes out the business card.] The, uh, Head of the Department of Containment at the Bureau of Inter-dimensional Activities.

Are we all supposed to be from different dimensions, or like...the same one?

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It's gotta be different ones! I don't see how it could be anything else. What I don't know is how we all came to be here... New York might be the center of America but it's not more than a mote in terms of the universe. Something must have happened here to change that.

Even in this dimension, I'm not from New York, and from the sound of it, neither are you. What IS it about this place that pulls people to it, then?

You think there's some kind of THING going on that's drawing weirdness to this place? Somebody a few posts back mentioned portals. What has been going ON in New York? I mean, I thought I had a pretty good handle on this place, but...portals? Since when? This is a thing?? Is this place just gonna break away and float off into some vortex thing, like everybody keeps saying California's just gonna snap off and float out to Hawaii?

It is New York, center of American culture. You come here on a trip, you fall in love with the city lights, Broadway, the street food, and decide to stay. That bit isn't so strange.

What is strange and what I've never seen anywhere else is the Bureau. For all we know the portals have been opening up for years and they have been hushing it up. Wouldn't be a bit surprised to find out it was some failed government experiment. If you want answers... you would have to break into their offices and get them. Its not going to be volunteered.

I mean, fair.

'Course it's not. Makes you wonder how many people have tried to break in before or gone for answers and have been disappeared for their trouble. Since they seemed a bit pissed about the memory thing, I'm guessing they can't just throw our asses back to the dimensions we came from or wipe our brains, but kind of wonder then what they do with the more unruly members of our tribe.

And people do disappear though if they just moved away from all this mess or were dealt with is anyone's guess. I've considered that... Just leaving all this behind. I wonder if Hexham has a Bureau?

Where's Hexham? My guess is the Bureau can be anywhere they want to be.

But is that what we're calling them? The Bureau? Sounds pretty ominous. Can't we come up with something with less bite? "Mr. Martin and his Pals?" Hard to sound intimidating then.

Northern English backwoods. I doubt the Bureau is international. They seem to be primarily focused here.

[ He hoped. ]

Cute? You're trying to make them sound cute? I prefer mocking. We need a good mocking term for them.

Cool, so you're going to go live off the grid like a hermit? Sounds fun, by which I mean NOT fun.

Hey, I didn't think it was all that cute, but you want to do better, have at it, pal. You can't just critique and not offer some alternatives. Come on. Lets see what you can cook up.

What?? No! Hexham isn't off the grid. It just teeters on the line. Not much night life there at all, some times I think there are more sheep than people... It's where I grew up. Most of the family is still there. All good reasons not to move back there now that I think on it.

Right, mocking nicknames, made up on the fly. Mr. Martini, cause he could use a few to loosen up that frown. And then you have Ms. Becker whose name could be made into something really rude just by changing a single letter!

Sounds like a fun place to visit, but not much to live at.

See, I didn't want to go that route. I wanted to keep it somewhat PG, so everyone could call them whatever ridiculous moniker we come up with. You know, water down some of their threat level. Hard to take them seriously if we call them something silly. That and Bureau is such a pain to spell.

There's a reason why I left.

I admit those nickname lack nuance but better that than being cute about it. You wouldn't want people thinking the Bureau were your friendly neighborhood purple dinosaur when they were secretly Jack the Ripper.

I mean, not to knock it. England's got trains and seems like it'd be fun to go around, but I'm not sure the sheep to people ratio really sells it as a place to settle down.

You think Barney wasn't secretly Jack the Ripper? I don't know, man. It was a guy in a suit. Could have been hiding anything under there, kind of like the Bureau.

Unless you mean Dino, then I guess he seems okay.

The trains were the best part. As a kid I used to hop them. You end up having adventures all over the country that way.

Uhmm.... You do have a point about Barney. We would never know if he was! And there was something about that smile. It was creepy!

EXACTLY. That was me as a kid, too; though the US doesn't have quite the system in place for trains, the Amtrak wasn't bad.

See? Probably ate the kids or something. Creeptastic.

You have some nice scenery out that way. Taking a train through the Rockies always sounded fun to me.

With Baby Bop and B.J. as his accomplices! I'll never look at that show the same way again.

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