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[the entry starts with Draco suddenly leaning away from the stationary screen, looking relatively bewildered—and not looking at the camera, because he doesn't know what that is or where to find it. he leans back forward, observing the screen, and gives it an uncertain little tap. he mumbles, a little.]

Is it working, then?

[he rolls his eyes and sighs.]

Feel like a sodding idiot... Well, here goes.

[and, unsure if this is properly doing its thing or not, Draco just hopes that it's working so that he's not literally talking to a wall. Draco seems to decide looking at the screen is probably the best course of action, as he talks—so to those viewing him, his eyecontact isn't direct, but hey, it's not too off!]

Some of you've already met me; my name is Draco Malfoy. I'm a somewhat recent arrival for this embarrassment of a city.

[and, as is characteristic of his house, Draco gets straight to business.]

I heard this was probably the easiest way to contact people conveniently, since there's no other option. I'm looking for a partner—someone to rely on when I start to get ill.

[he prays people get his meaning.]

That said, besides obviously helping the health of whoever steps up to the task, you won't be doing this for nothing. I'm a wizard—I know magical abilities aren't incredibly uncommon around here, but there's a fair bit of magic that can be incredibly convenient in the—[Draco half scowls, half winces,] domestic scheme of things, I guess...

Anyway—a simple exchange of information, such as where we're living or places we frequent, and trust enough to find one another as necessary is all I ask.

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Nothing that I have seen, but I would rather be safe than sorry. It does pass the time, as well, and my skills aren't particularly suited to the other jobs that seem to be available here... [Knights aren't really the types to work at shops. Not to mention someone said he was counting on her to do it in case there was anything dangerous, so she'll be damned if she lets another person down.]

Right... jobs.

[Draco comes to the horrific realization that he may have to come to work for his money. the audacity of this place.]

What sort of work's around this place?

[Only if you want fancy stuff, Draco. Surely you're not high-maintenance?]

I'm aware of others finding employment in restaurants and shops, but I'm unsure of any other options, though surely there must be some. Perhaps the native people here would be more able to point you to something that suits you.

...I see.

[Draco sounds pointedly disinterested. as far as he's concerned, this place won't have any jobs to suit his skills.]

Have you been here long?

[She can't blame him. None of that interested her, either. She isn't particularly worried about getting paid, either, so she just picked something she knew she could do.]

About three months. I've been attempting to gather information about our situation in the hopes of finding some way home more quickly, either through helping this city recover faster or otherwise, but I'm afraid I haven't made much progress. [She sighs, clawed hand moving to the side of her face.] In addition to that, it's difficult to see if there either a constant regarding all of us or the worlds we came from...

I could imagine—the unwilling inhabitants gathered here are all pretty different. I've been thinking about a possible something in common that's had us all kidnapped, but it's too hard to say. It just seems hard to believe it was truly an accident—you know, actually random.

[The knight nods in agreement to his final comment.] Considering the amount of different races that are on my world alone, it does seem odd when you compare the amount of humans and human-like people to everyone else. At the very least, there is some sort of preference to their choices, even if they are not specifically picking people out.

They have said those of us here are "the most likely" to help them, but I sincerely doubt that is their main criteria--or if it is, they have chosen rather poorly. I have met several who were very unwilling to participate in physical contact, to the point where they became very ill.

... [Draco glances away, awkwardly clearing his throat and blinking. he was definitely one of those people.] Yes.

[his eyes find the screen again, done reliving his shame.]

I hadn't realized that they thought of each person brought here as "most likely"—I'd just heard from someone else that there was some talk of us having been brought here by mistake by some machine going haywire.

Not quite sure how to confirm either claim.

Truly? [That's news to her, and it shows in her face. Even if she did notice Draco's hesitance in answering, this seems more worth investigating, especially if he's already learned his lesson.] Can you tell me who you heard that from? Perhaps the people who brought us here are attempting to change their story now...

Kirkland.

Of course, at this point, everything I'm saying may as well be simple gossip. I haven't learned much for myself yet—but it's good to keep this in mind as I find things out.

[And unfamiliar name, but one she would have to remember. Perhaps she could find its owner and ask how he'd come across that information.]

Even those of use who have been here for months only know so much. The only thing I am truly certain of is that contact with others helps to heal from whatever this strange illness is that comes upon us. [It's not exactly the most helpful information for getting home, either. But at least they were told that much up front.]

[Draco sighs.]

That'll be two of us, then.

[Not wanting her words to discourage him, Freya gives a small smile.] At least we've made an arrangement to be prepared for that. I'm certain we'll find a way home one way or another.

—Are you?

What makes you so sure?

[Because.] I have no desire to remain here for the rest of my life; I will return home somehow, through my own efforts or otherwise. [Even if it is peaceful and almost cozy here.]

You don't intend to give up, do you?

...'Course not.

[it's not that Draco lacks confidence, especially—but he considers himself somewhat realistic. he's accomplished extremely trying tasks in the past, but not all that'd been expected of him.

derisively, he wonders if escaping this place will at least be easier than murder.]

I just need more time, wretched as it is to say.

That is understandable. [She certainly needed some--the combination of events back home and being suddenly brought to this place took a toll on her, even though she's trying to move forward.] Just remember that there are others here to help you. You only need ask.

Clearly. And so I did. [sorry, Freya. Draco's kind of an ass, obviously. ):]

Lots of good natured types 'round here.

[Freya's not unfamiliar with his type; she can deal with it. The knight only seems amused at his attitude.] You'd rather everyone be out to harm you?

Of course not. This is harm enough as it is.

Then I'd suggest you don't sound so unhappy about it. You never know how those "good natured" people might react. [She might have said ungrateful, but she doesn't presume he'd take it as the joke it was meant to be. She did want her offer of help to be accepted.]

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