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[ The video shook a little before finally landing on his face. Well, the profile of his face. Seth had turned it on without realizing then stepped away. He glanced back, catching something moving in his peripheral.

Shit.

[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]

If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...

[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]

I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.

[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]

So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.

Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.

[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]

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[ Thanks to the realm before Hadriel, Seth finally got used to texting which came in handy when he couldn't talk. Maybe this person couldn't either. ]

What everybodys been thru so far

Great. Never saw the movie Gods and Monsters. I probably shouldve. Mightve helped here.

WTF good were Beanie Babies???

[Nah, he can talk. He just doesn't like to.]

It's hard to keep track to be honest.
We all got some kind of paranoia flu a couple months ago.
There was one time everyone got crazy possessive of each other and things got, uh, kind of violent.
This one time we all saw each other's dreams? That was pretty crazy.
Oh, and I guess someone should tell you about the robot war.
There's a robot war.
These things called the Null really hate the gods, they're trying to wipe them out.
Since we kind of depend on them to live until they put us back where we came from, those of us that were here when they showed up tried to fight them off.
Which worked but it wasn't exactly pleasant.

Oh and uh, I don't know about the beanie babies, I didn't take any.
Not all of the stuff is even remotely useful.
We did get girl scout cookies once, though. That was pretty great.

[ Paranoia, crazy possessive, kind of violent... Check, check and check on ways to describe Seth Gecko. Usually paranoia wasn't one of them but thanks to suddenly finding himself thrown from world to world, there was a some of that mixed in him currently.

There was some strength in numbers and he took refuge in having both his girlfriend and a friend with him in Hadriel. Seth looked over at what was texted to him, taking a minute before responding. ]

Looks like Im definitely not in Kansas anymore
Hope the flying monkeys found their asses somewhere over the rainbow

So if I get this right, we can be controlled and not just have shit thrown at us? Like the flu and sharing of dreams?

[ Seth made a face, wondering if Margo dreamt about some other guy. ]

Just how did these robot show up? These are gods we're talking about, right? Can't they just rain down fire or some shit? 

Here's to hoping we get beer and steak next.

[ Priorities. ]

Were the flying monkeys last month? Or the month before?
Anyway I think it's safe to say they're pretty far gone by now.
They can control us... kind of. It's more like they make us feel certain things, or think certain things.
What happens after that is up to us, but it's not completely a fair choice.
Like spinning somebody around and pointing them at a pinata.
They might get lucky and hit it, but they'll probably take out their cousin instead.
And the gods are, uh, they're not really gods.
Some people here call them parasites? But in the interest of not pissing them off, I try not to do that.
They're powerful, but they can die. That's why there's only 8 of them.

Month before now that you mention it.
So monsters don't recycle? The monkeys were a pain in the ass but easy to handle
Mind control is control. Fuck.

[ Seth experienced it once before and nearly killed someone innocent. Killing didn't seem like what the powers that be would want if they fed off feelings but death elicited some big emotions. And considering people didn't fully die, from what Leo said, then it could be part of the gods plan after all. ]

Any word on how people get back to where they'e from?

Uh, they don't. Not by choice, anyway.
And we're only assuming that's what happens to everyone who disappears because of the ones who vanish and end up back here.
They say they went home, but they didn't remember this place.
Anyway if it makes you feel any better, some people are better at resisting the god stuff.
Maybe you're one of the lucky ones.

Never know which way life will roll the dice.
Sometimes Lady Luck is on my side. Im still standing. 

How long have you been here? Where you from? --If you dont mind the question

God, uh, ten months? Something like that.
I'm not sure if it feels longer or shorter.
I'm from Earth. Or one of them, since they're apparently not all the same.
Mine's one of the boring ones.
No magic, not really any supernatural stuff.

[This isn't strictly true, but the more vague he is, the better.]

It was 2017 when I left.
From the States, by the way. Assuming you know what that is, since you mentioned Kansas.

[ He wouldn't utter a word on it but Seth was happy to finally meet someone from his time who didn't seem like an asshole. ]

No shit? Me too. 2017
And if you wouldve met me a couple of years sooner, Id think the same about magic and supernatural shit. Lifes got a way of happening. 

I don't think anybody was ready to have Trump as commander in chief

Good to know a regular guy or girl has survived here 10 months, give or take
What do I owe you for the info?

No offense but I think life's happened enough already.
I'd be fine if it stopped.
Actually that sounded kinda morbid.
You know what I mean.
Anyway sorry you got the bad end president too.
I hope at least one version of Earth was smarter.
I'm a guy for the record and, uh, you said manual labor, right?
I think I've got that mostly covered in that I just avoid needing anything that requires it.
I would accept any spices or spare medical supplies, but honestly, we're probably square.

None taken
...
Yeah, it did
Maybe. Lets just say that Ive been thru worse. Not making a dig at what anybody here has been thru. Choose life. Always
It is what it is. I had worse things to deal with than the decline in government
If Trump is the only demon to deal with, Id take it/him
Got it. Yep.
So wait, youre saying your from 2017 too but no cheeto head for prez? 
K. ...Id say look me up if something comes up but I need a name so I know its you

["Choose life always"? Now that's a prickly subject he's not about to get into.]

No, we got Lord Dampnut.
I was just hoping some other version of Earth was smarter.

[And here's another tricky part. But does Leo know his name? Is it all that dangerous to give it out? God, if only it were as simple here as it is back home, where every other man is named Michael.]

It's Michael.
I work at the clinic if you need to find me for... some reason.
Or if you somehow horribly injure yourself, you know.

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