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Getting answers had been his first priority after one night spent in this world - one night which lacked any of the sort, keeping him awake. A bad habit to fall back into - but an easy one as well, and one that he knew was needed until he figured out the lay out of this world.

After having reluctantly turned on the given cellular device he had been given and buying a fresh new journal, ink, and anything else he could think of he'd need until he found himself a way to earn more currency.

Sure, there were apparently other ways to use maps - but he'd rather map out what he could on his own before relying on any sort of technology he couldn't take apart yet and study extensively. When he felt he could trust it enough, maybe he'd resort to using it.

But for now, he was content with doing it on his own for now.

As he made his way away from the 'Archimedes Ward', he had opened to a new set fresh page, ready to begin detailing this next area as he spotted yellow in the shape of something familiar.

Familiar. Too familiar. Ignoring the chill that ran down his spine - Ford pressed forward, hoping that he was wrong.

He wasn't.

actually, wait

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand, knowledge comes at a price, my tiny mortal mind won't be able to contain it all. I'm not stupid, and I'm not new to this sort of thing, either."

He's been on both sides of the whole "cursed deal" situation, and if he can't handle himself at this point, then he deserves to go mad from whatever secrets are locked away in those tomes.

achievement name : yestermonth

proof : apped in on 2/28

ACHIEVEMENT GET !

Yestermonth — First month in yesteryear!

Notes. Jotted down notes, of both this dimension as well as quick sketches of the people he had seen before, each etched into the paper he had turned open to a blank page, settled in one hand.

It wasn't his journal. Of course it would have apparently been too much to ask for the device and person who brought him here to have even let him keep that. It was a rather cheap alternative that he had picked up in a store with the monthly sum he had been given for starting out.

But it was a workable substitute for now. Not that he wished to need one any longer than he had to here. "There has to be a way out of here..." He muttered to himself, pen moving up and down in quick succession as he drummed the back of it on the paper's surface.

If a device brought them here, surely there had to be some way in order to return to their dimensions and where they came from. There was a way here, there had to be some sort of exit. It was just a matter of finding out what that exit was.

Perhaps it was pure stubbornness that drove him at the moment. But it was what he had to work with.

Thank you for completing your paperwork in a timely manner! Now, let's see here…

The eccentric figure takes back the clipboard and reads through your answers carefully, polite interest in his expression as he nods.

".. you know, I'm glad you want to be friends, but I feel like I should say I'm not interested in transdimensional gateways. I have my own at home that I just used on you, thank you. Anyways, I think you'll do great in SUNSET'S END, a faction tucked away in the desert's depths and just out of the law's reach. Charisma will be your friend here - try to not get caught up in too many shady trades!"

With that, they hand you a gift bag containing the following items:

A house key for DEVIL'S LOOP 301

A palm-sized cellular device, complete with access to the internet!

A singular wrapped butterscotch. Enjoy!

They'll all be dropped for you!