caughtinanetwork | first equation ; video/text/action

[This may seem like an accidental broadcast, and in some ways it is, but the person on the other end with the mint-green hair appears to be rather intently focused on the SFC. He's pressing buttons, attempting to understand the device via trial and error. The video goes on and off a couple of times, before eventually coming on and staying on.

Whoever he is, he's every bit the new arrival in appearances, with that mess of hair sopping wet, and his white button down and black undershirt just as damp. Not that he's bothered any. Even the fact that his bangs are hanging in his eyes doesn't stop him from keeping his attention completely on the SFC. Something tall and furry is also wandering around behind him, poking it's snout over his shoulder from time to time to stare at what's in this teenager's hands with intense bright blue eyes.

Eventually text accompanies the video.]

Hello

[Before he can continue type more, though, the creature reaches over with a clawed paw and takes it away from him, making the view shift wildly, and it prompts the teen to speak, though he hardly seems angry.]

Zoroark, give that back. I wasn't finished.

[The creature doesn't speak, but it gives a look to N, and it turns it over so that the video is on his face completely. N's voice can still be heard speaking to him, though.]

Yes, I know, we'll find something to eat later. Taking my things away isn't going to make me go any faster.

[The Zoroark huffs, and as he goes to hand the SFC back the video feed turns off. Oops.]

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[N has managed to find the towels on his own, but he might still seem a little lost, and he's got a hungry Zoroark that keeps pawing at him even as he tries to get his mass of hair dry. It's an interesting scene to watch, at least?]

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People from all manner of worlds are pulled into this place. There seems to be somewhat of a bias toward humans, although many of us are of other species.

[Yep, you've been talking to a space alien this entire time, Natural.]

[N catches that, and an eyebrow goes up.]

Are you referring to yourself? You look human.

My people were originally born of the union of Elves and Humans, so it is natural that we would retain the same basic form. We had long ago severed contact with their planet however, and our own has molded us into something... quite different.

[His smile seems almost as if it should belong on a being far older than he appears to be.]

...And I have not been the quite same as my people for a very long time.

Your humanity remains then, regardless of how it came to be or how much your starting equation has changed. You don't seem all that physically dissimilar from myself or any other human. How it began is just a variable, isn't it?

[He's rambling, but he feels oddly comfortable around Dhaos, regardless of how much he's insisting that he's still 'like a human'.]

I wonder how the world would be if more thought that way...?

[He looks far away for a moment, staring off at some time and place far removed from this.]

...But that matters little here, in a place where not only do worlds meet, but the dead may walk amongst the living as if they are one and the same.

Is that so? How strange... I imagine that receives varied reactions, seeing a person back from the dead.

[Not that he knows anyone that's passed away. It's still something to think about.]