one. [voice]

[breakfaith]

[ Aribeth seems quite unaware she is being recorded by the Vine; there's a kind of awe in her voice as she takes in her surroundings. ]

Am I— Have I died? Is this Tyr's realm? But I had not thought... Surely I cannot have atoned, there's not been time—

[ Her voice catches; quite suddenly, she's nearly in tears. But her tone steadies as she continues to speak; she's beginning to realize something is off. ]

But there is my armor, and... [ The ringing sound of a bladed weapon being drawn. ] My sword. What manner of place—

[ She pauses abruptly. ] —A cat? [ A sound of rustling paper as she unrolls the scroll the cat has brought her, and a longer pause as she reads through it. And then she seems to notice the Vine. ]

Some sort of... communication device? [ She's quiet for a moment, feeling faintly ridiculous, before she speaks. ] Ah, hello? Can anyone hear me? My name is... Aribeth de Tylmarande, and I would greatly appreciate it if anyone might be able to tell me what's going on. I fear I may be a bit lost. This... isn't Faerûn, is it?

—Whatever it may be, it's... beautiful. I haven't seen a garden like this since... since I was a girl.

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[bugcharmer.livejournal.com]

Ah, no. This is the Garden. None of us are really sure how we got here.

[breakfaith]

[ She sounds a little confused, understandably. ] The Garden—? Is that its name? How... unusual.

So we are on another plane entirely, then? This is not Faerûn nor Toril?

[bugcharmer.livejournal.com]

As far as I know, yes. I've never heard of Toril. Or Faerûn, for that matter.

[breakfaith]

—I see. Toril is the world I come from, and Faerûn is one of its continents.

[ She pauses a moment, and when she speaks again she sounds a little bemused. ] Is it... common practice here to communicate using plants?

[ Not the strangest thing she's seen, but it is a little unusual. ]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

This isn't your world, or mine. You aren't dead, eithier.

I am Yukari Yakumo.

[breakfaith]

Well, that last at least is a relief. I should much rather be alive.

You have an interesting name. What world are you from, then, if not this one?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

My planet is named "Earth". I personally live -before I was taken here- in a land called Gensokyo.

voice;

[airof.livejournal.com]

Isn't it? I don't know about that place but, uh, I hope you're not dead!

voice;

[breakfaith]

I can't say I remember dying. Last I recall I was imprisoned.

voice;

[airof.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well that's good! The not dying thing, I mean.

I'm not really sure where this place is either but welcome anyway! That's an awfully long name you have. I can shorten it, right?

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

This isn't an afterlife, if that's what you meant. And I've never heard of Faerun or Toril.

This place is just called the Gardens, and I'm afraid it's also a prison, even if the warden doesn't realize it.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

It may be beautiful, but even roses have thorns...

[Voice]

[granpulsestyle.livejournal.com]

[Vanille has been in her place once. Not too long ago, in fact, and the memory of the feelings of loneliness and confusion that came with waking up here are all too fresh. She makes sure to keep her tone chipper and optimistic to give the woman a sense of positivity. Positivity can be quite comforting.]

Hi there! Aribeth, right? You--or we, rather, aren't in Faerûn. More like some curious place called the Gardens. My name is Vanille, and I'm not from here either. Everyone I've spoken to so far doesn't know for sure how they ended up here. But don't worry, okay? Because everyone I've spoken to so far are also quite friendly!

Voice

[peachhat.livejournal.com]

Oh, you just were kidnapped to a garden, and are now looking really stupid in public.