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Who: The Eccentric, along with anyone he meets.
What: Please see here!
When: MONDAY afternoon/evening.
Where: The central plaza, right where the portal was.
Summary: YOU MAY USE ACTION TAGS SHOULD YOU SO DESIRE. Characters are free to come across this strange little hologram.
Rating: Uhhh idk. Whatever happens. Probably not above PG.

[Where there once was a blue disc that stood as the "Gate" through which Lucetians could pass through, there is now a blue figure that has the appearance of a poor-quality hologram or a ghost. It's a little old man, and he's very eager to talk to anyone that passes by.]

Hello? Hello! Excuse me, could I ask you some questions?

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All right! You now, do you know anyone who passed through the gate that was once here?

[She nods.]

I know a couple of people who did...and heard more, through the journals. They were making animal noises.

Wait wait, they didn't return home?

Well...no. They just reappeared somewhere within the barrier.

What?! No, that can't be true! My gate didn't fail!

It is true--wait, your gate? You sent the letters?

I did! I must admit, I had quite the difficult time writing them.

Oh. Then...who are you? Why did you do all this for us?

Well, I'm an admirer of sorts! And I did it because I wanted to.

I see. Does this mean there might be another chance, if you can find out what happened and fix it?

Of course, of course! There are infinite chances, from now until forever!

...if someone has died, what happens when you send them back? Do they return to death, or does reviving them here give them a second chance?

Oh my, dear! If you die here, you are revived by this world! There is no say in whether or not it happens, it simply does.

Oh--I know that. I meant...well, if someone died in their own world and then was brought here. I've heard of it happening before, and I've met two such people. I'm just want to know hat would happen to them.

Why, they would return, of course! To the afterlife, the grave, what-have-you.

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