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[Observers of the mooglenet are probably noticing an audio post that appears to be entirely unintentional--which, in fact, it is. It's mostly scuffling and mechanical sounds amid a background of falling rain, but snatches of groans and a man's voice--tired, annoyed, and sounding like he would prefer to be back in bed--can be heard amongst the rustles, clicks, and whumfs.]

--what kind of contraption--

Edgar, you and your--[static, click, BEEPBEEPBEEP]--drop this by me--[vwrrrvwrrVWRRRRRRR beeeeeeeeebeebeebeep]--a submersible castle but he can't write some directions, I'll...

[With a click and a flash of light, it is now a video post! On the other side of the screen a youngish man, horribly scarred and drowned-man-pale, with messy silver hair, is also reacting to this revelation, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at his head.]

Oh Gods--Gods, my head... Should have stopped after the eighth one. What's this... [He's pausing to study the screen and interface more, squinting a lot. This would be so much easier if he wasn't quite obviously hungover. As he's looking it over, anyone who can tear their eyes from a badly scarred albino is probably noticing the rainy, gloomy sights of Burmecia behind him, though he's taken shelter under an eave.] ...Recording? There must be another one in Figaro, then... [He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, then begins speaking in a more measured tone.] Edgar, this joke is no longer funny. Where did you hide the Falcon, and where did you drop me off? At least tell me you have coffee prepared.

[His tone changes as he begins fiddling with the device in an attempt to turn it off for now.] Damn this weather...it reeks of wet choco--what?! [Nudge. Nudge. Kweh!] No--! Down, girl--[Headbutt. Kweeeeeh.] Get away! I don't--[Oh but you do, Setzer. Kweh.]

[It cuts off abruptly as he closes the device.]

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...The sundering. [Great, and here he thought he was done being confused for a while.] When the world was almost destroyed? Or...wait. [Headaaaaaaaache.]

Oh, wait - are you from that world? The one that was nearly destroyed by a huge meteor?

Different...worlds. [Oh he is so not sober enough to deal with this. Or possibly drunk enough. Alas.]

No, no meteor. [He doesn't think so, at least.] But lots of...earthquakes, sinking continents, rising oceans.

That sounds... bad. So! You're new here, right? Well, you've landed in a different world. Welcome to Gaia! I'm Rinoa. What's your name?

[Dammit. Why does everyone have to corroborate the landing-in-another-world theory?] I suppose that I am new here, then. Does it make more sense sober, Rinoa?

My name's Setzer. Setzer Gabbiani.

Nice to meet you, Setzer! Oh, you're not drunk, are you? Believe me, it doesn't get any less weird when you're sober!

I am not drunk. I was drunk. Hungover now.

[Wonderful.] Good to know, at least.

...What happened to your face?

That's a long story. Several, actually.

I thought you'd been badly hurt for a moment there, you know. Didn't realise they were old scars.

Oh. I'm sorry. Most of them are old, yes. [He touches one of them, unconsciously.]

You must've been in lots of battles, huh? What did you do for a living?

[wry smile] You could put it that way. I used to own a casino.

Really? Cool! I'm not sure if they even have casinos in this world.

[...What kind of uncivilized hellhole has he landed in, dear gods.]

Why not?

I don't know, I just haven't seen any. I could be wrong though!

I do hope that you are. [The notion of a world without gambling seems to have shaken him deeply.]

So, you're in Burmecia, right? Have you heard from anyone you know?

Four, thusfar: Celes, Terra, Locke, Sabin. It's a relief not to be alone, at least.

Oh, I know Locke! Are you going to meet them? You don't look all that happy in the rain.

Celes said they'll be able to come find me in a couple days. Better sober up and get used to this rain then.

Well, you should be able to find shelter, right?

I'm under the eaves--[Device jostles some] When this damn chocobo lets me, that is. Not too many people around here.

That chocobo seems to like you a lot.

[He is at once soaking wet...and dry as a desert.] If only it were mutual.

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