[5th consult; video]

[dr_conscience]

[A significantly-younger-looking-than-usual Wilson James is sitting on the floor next to his bed, looking especially freaked out. He speaks very quietly.]

Alright, I don't know what the hell is going on, but if anyone can hear me, I think I've been kidnapped. I have no idea where I am, and there's this really creepy old guy here. He looks pretty insane, so I'm not going out there. I guess he's not all that bright, though, since he left this... thing in here.

Anyway, last thing I remember, I was in my dorm room. I think he must have drugged me or something. Just... if you can hear this, tell the cops or something? I could use some help here.



[ooc; Wilson's age-reversed, and so have his memories. He's about 18 years old, just barely a freshman in college, and he has no idea where he is or who any of you are.]

Comments

voice;

[dr_conscience]

Uh, nope... I mean, I will be a doctor, someday... I hope. I'm just starting pre-med, though.

Look, uh, sorry, but... do you know where I am? What's going on here? I'm kind of lost here.

voice;

[returningpearl.livejournal.com]

Um... I'm probably not the best person to explain this place to you, but I can try. It's called the City. People from a lot of places and times are pulled here for some reason that we don't know, and people can't leave by choice? And then on some days, really weird things happen - everyone calls them curses. Sometimes you do things that you wouldn't normally, sometimes your memories play out for other people...

...and I probably sound a little crazy to you.

voice;

[dr_conscience]

Younger?

Uhhhhhhh... ooookay.

You actually sound really crazy, but... thanks?

I guess this is just a screwed-up dream, then. Never eating that crap in the Commons again.

voice;

[returningpearl.livejournal.com]

Right, right. A dream. You'll... understand, tomorrow.

voice;

[dr_conscience]

Yeah, sure. Right.

I'm sure it'll all be fine in the morning.