I searched beyond the clouds

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[Fenris is stalking through Mayfield today, looking uncomfortable and irritable in the clothing Mayfield has provided for him. There must have been a time before he wore his armor constantly, taking it off only to clean and repair it or for sleep, but those days have been forgotten. It feels like walking around without his skin.

Skin which is, of course, devoid of the lyrium markings. He still feels phantom pain, as though they are there, and the shock is fresh every time he looks down and sees only unmarred skin. And this is, of course, only speaking of his own personal issues; there are plenty of other things around Mayfield (like cars) which are only adding to his aggravated bafflement, only serving to make him feel that much more out of place.

He is, to put it mildly, not adjusting well.

But he's determined to explore this town, even if he's given up on finding anything so unlikely as satisfactory answers. He wants to know where the important locations are, where his home (and the Arishok's, who's the only person thus far he trusts here) lies in relation to everything else, and in particular where the post office is. He also wants to get a feel for the other captives of this place...which is easier said than done, given that he's usually only social when prodded. Or drunk.

Feel free to approach the grumpy elf!]

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[bedroombattling.livejournal.com]

Hey, wait a second. Didn't we speak the other day on the phone? [Her ears, they are one of her few talents. She smiles at Fenris. Mayfield...isn't really affecting her much.

She's also completely oblivious to the tension and what's going on in the conversation, but she's always willing to help, so she takes the letter from Dist and starts reading.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[This is, quite possibly, the most subtle way Dist has ever earned an enemy. It isn't even a planned insult; Bianca's there and he's lazy, so why not let her do the work for him?]

That would be perfect, yes. I think you'll agree that my work is providing a valuable service to our otherwise uninformed newcomers.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

[Fenris listens to Bianca's voice, eyes narrowed. There's so much he doesn't understand in it - acid rain? Television? Hazmats? - but enough that he most certainly does. The post office and the postman are what really hold his interest, however.] ...they can take your memories from you?

[bedroombattling.livejournal.com]

Oh...I heard about that. It happened before I got here. Dist probably knows more. Or are you talking about the drones...?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Is that deference? Oh, it's sweet.]

They can take anything from you, memories included. They took my eye.

[That's why he can lift up his glasses and tap on it without a reaction.]

It seems to be the same amount of difficulty for them. Easy as chopping off a body part.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

That is...troubling. [And he certainly looks troubled. He'd had a vague plan forming, and this throws it into disarray. He lost all his memories once already; he won't risk that again, even if the risk might be otherwise profitable.] Perhaps you can tell me, then. Do they keep our possessions and the like at the post office? Can they be taken back by force?