[Orb post]

[craftycurvo]

[The dark-haired man in robes just stares, giving the impression he's more fascinated with the craftsmanship of the Orb than anything he sees beyond it. They're just mortals, two-a-penny in this world as they are in his own.  The world in which he finds himself looks pleasant enough; this isn't the Halls of Waiting, unless Mandos recently installed castles with gleaming spires, white fluffy clouds and a soundtrack of cheerful birdsong. Apparently, he thinks, fallen heroes have a fate apart, and curses are meaningless.

He doesn't see any of his own kind. Perhaps, given recent events in his life, that's not a bad thing. He picks someone at random and decides to make his presence known. After all, it wouldn't do to appear unfriendly.]

Well, hello there! 

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[whatmuttiforgot]

[Momiji peers at the video oddly, looking rather odd himself in a floofy dress.]

Hello?

[craftycurvo]

[blinks at]

... ?

[whatmuttiforgot]

You said hello first.

[craftycurvo]

... Is that a lady's dress you're wearing?

[whatmuttiforgot]

It wasn't my choice to wear it. [Not that he really minds wearing ladies clothes, he does that all the time, but he usually tries to stay away from dresses.]

[craftycurvo]

I see.

[Steps back to reveal his own fancy robes]

This seems to happen quite a lot here. Looks like you drew the short straw...

[whatmuttiforgot]

Your clothes do look a little better.

Did you just come here too?

[craftycurvo]

Maybe more accurate to say I woke up here. I don't remember deciding to travel here, at any rate.

[whatmuttiforgot]

That's what happened to me too. And what everyone else I talked to said.