hadriel | track one; voice (where did the party go?)

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track one; voice (where did the party go?)

[Noh-Varr is no stranger to interdimensional travel. Sure, most of the time that travel's been done with intent, but he's seen enough cosmic weirdness to know that you can't always control where you end up. He's spent the past couple of days exploring Hadriel and acclimating to the new locale, and it appears that he is, for now, here to stay.

Which means there's an important correction that needs to be made.]

There was a man I spoke with recently who suggested that my stay in this city would be a temporary one. It would seem that observation was incorrect.

[Just callin' it like it is, Newt.]

I am also now in possession of a phone that operates here, so if you still require assistance in locating your own phone, I can help.

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[UGH, THIS GUY AGAIN.]

Oh my god, don't even start with me, buddy. The vast majority of everyone else did get sent home, you'll notice. And did you actually remain in the city or did you leave and come back again two days ago like newbies are supposed to?

[YUP IT HIM AGAIN, here to ruin everything.]

Ah, so you did eventually find your phone? I’m glad to hear this.

[Noh ... how did you expect Newt to hear your callout otherwise. Honestly.]

I don’t recall leaving this dimension, but I did wake up in a different location two days ago. You seemed like an authority on the subject when we spoke - I just thought you’d appreciate knowing that your conclusion was incorrect.

Uh, yeah, someone stole it, I'm pretty sure. I found it on my desk after the whole thing with the visitors. Which you definitely were part of, by the way. It's not on me that the Door decided to suck you back in.

[Don't test him, guy!!]

[Sorry Newt, he's probably gonna end up testing you, but at least it's unintentional?]

Why would someone steal your phone only to return it later?

[More importantly - ]

I didn't think you were responsible for this Door contraption. If what I read is correct, no one here knows how to use it.

[That question's getting a big eyeroll.]

I don't know, but my bestiary was all messed up, too. And whoever took it was texting people pretending to be me. It was definitely stolen.

[Stop giving him shit he is a victim!!!]

Of course no one knows how to use it. Not even the gods know. Do you think any of us would still be here if we knew how to work the thing?

Some might. People sometimes choose to stay when they unexpectedly find themselves in a place where they did not intend to be.

Most people's stay is temporary, they weren't wrong. If it's not, count yourself among the unlucky. [ WELCOME TO THE BUNCH ]

How long is the average temporary stay here?

[THANKS, he just needs more information!]

[ She makes that distinct "I don't know" sound. ]

A handful of months, maybe? Don't worry, it's not like home is going anywhere; it'll be there, exactly as you left it, whenever the Door lets you go.

The Earth I was taken from is not my home.

[It’s a fact - one that humans have been all too keen to highlight.]

But you’re saying that is where and when the Door will return me?

Bingo. [ He's an alien? Or is he one of those people that live on colonies? Either way, not really unique here. ] It sounds like some bullshit but, from personal experience, that's how it goes. You don't... have to worry about friends, or family, or missing school, or whatever dudes worry about that aren't from Earth worry about.

[ Kind of nonchalant. At this point, it's whatever for her. ]

My family is dead, and I haven't needed to attend school in quite a while.

[He matches her tone of nonchalance; these are facts. As far as his friends ... they probably wouldn't miss him much. The Young Avengers were a tightly knit group before he joined them, and his usefulness in fighting Mother had largely been in transporting them in his ship, with firepower and fighting skill coming in second, though he was by no means the most powerful fighter of the team. Even among those he came to regard as friends, Noh was still an outsider, and keenly aware of that fact.]

You've been returned to your home and brought back here, then? You said you have personal experience.

[ Hey, at least he doesn't have to worry about family. Oh, Sharon, that's awful and you should seriously rethink your own thoughts. ]

I did say that, yep. I went home, fucked around a bit without a damn memory of this shithole, and then was whisked back like fucking Dorothy to Oz. And some six months passed here.

Hey, you know that people from your home can show up here, too, right? Like... dead people. [ Just a heads up because didn't he say his family was dead. That's always a good thing to get a warning about even if it's unlikely. ]

It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve experienced something like that.

[Thanks to Mother, Noh’s already had a run-in with his dead parents ... kinda.]

How long have you been kept here in total?

[ It sounds like he's all ready for the heaps of shit Hadriel will throw, then. His world must fucking suck (not that she can talk). ]

Uh, fuck, two and a half years? Maybe a little over. [ Give a couple of weeks or months, it's not exactly something she enjoys keeping track of (except she's kind of like that old person who existed for so long she's yelling about how things were 'back in her day'). ] Don't worry, it's not super common to be around that long, though we've got a pretty chunk of people who've been here over a year now.

[ SO MAYBE YOU WILL BE TOO. So much for 'don't worry'. ]

[Not his world, exactly, but the Earth dimension he landed on and has spent the past several years protecting. It's been a rough ride.]

And has no one studied the patterns of arrivals and departures for any patterns?

Uh, probably? I don't think it's really important to our situation or will be much help but we've got a laboratory here somewhere, so I bet some of the nerd-types that hang out there have whipped up some numbers for you to chew on.

I won’t know if it’s relevant data until I’m able to study it.

[Surprise - Noh happens to be one of those nerd types himself.]

Thank you for your help. I appreciate the information you’ve given me.

It probably isn't but it'll give you something to waste your time on.

And yeah, no problem. I'm Little Miss Helpful.

It varies, I'm afraid. Sometimes you stay, sometimes you're allowed to go home.

[Iiiinteresting.]

Are there any common characteristics among those who stay and those who leave?

Unfortunately no. I'm not a census taker, but I've seen no connections worth noting.

How long have you been observing this place and its population?

Just a few months I'm afraid. If you want better information, there are people who've been stuck here for years. Miss Alphys might have some specifics for you, she's the scientific sort.

I'm relieved to hear that there is a population of scientific types present here.

[Hearing that people have been stuck here for years? That's less of a relief.]

Do you know where I would be able to find this person to speak with her?

You can find her and others of that type of talent in the laboratories. But you can also just get ahold of her by looking her name up in the contacts.

[Oh, right. The directory is a thing.]

Thank you. You’ve been extremely helpful.

I do my best.

[On occasion, at least. Usually he just doesn't put in the effort.] Good luck.

If you have a phone, you're officially moved in. [At least that definitely seems to be the trend by now.]

You were here before? Did you wake up in the arena?

Yes, I was previously informed of this.

[Newt was super helpful.]

I was here briefly, but without a phone. I woke up in the arena this time, but I didn't the first time.

The arena is how the Door brings people in. The other way...[She pauses. That's more complicated.]

Sometimes things don't work normally.

That is a truth found throughout the multiverse.

Yeah, that's true. [Jo laughs quietly.]

If you keep that in mind, you might not hate it as much here.

I don’t hate it here. [Not yet, anyway.] Is that the typical outlook among this population?

[Jo doesn't entirely hate it here. It's an even split.]

Some people really like it. Others don't. We're not all the same.

People typically are not the same, unless they are under the control of some sort of force - for example, a parasitic idea - but there are still patterns to be found. Which opinion do you hold?

[Or the gods. Noh will learn eventually.]

It's not awful here sometimes.

You speak very imprecisely, even for a human. [a pause.] You are a human, correct?

[Wow, that's rude, Noh.]

I'm definitely human.

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

Hmm. I thought so.

[So rude.]

What's wrong with being human?

You're just not a terribly advanced race. And your manner of speaking is at times impossible to decipher. But I wouldn't say it's wrong to be human - I actually have a couple of friends who are human.

[Noh ... did you really just.]

[Wow.]

At least we know an asshole when we see one.

[And that? Went completely past his notice.]

I'd certainly hope so. Sight is one of your basic senses.

[Shame, she was hoping to see how he would react.]

Yeah. Speaking of, I gotta go look at something other than the wall here. Good luck adjusting.

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