001 | The Fallen Angel Searches for Answers

[closetdweller]

[People awake to the Murmur will find a bristling poke at their awareness-- as if someone was trying to figure out the rules and parameters of this new form of communication. There was a sense of cold, as if touching metal or linoleum flooring in the wintertime without shoes, and the vague buzz of a song that some folks from a certain era might recognize-- albeit in fragments.

It was clear that the song was being used to block other whispers and sensations, like a point to focus on.

After a moment, a voice broke through the poorly recalled melodies synthesizer and repetitive lyrics.]

Testing. Testing.

[The young man legally known as Urushihara Hanzo made a popping sound with his lips.]

I'm not used to working in these conditions,

[He admitted, but pressed on.]

But that's not the point. This place is a version of Earth, I think. If there's anyone familiar with that world, can you help a guy figure out what city we're in?

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[clockgears]

[ Hm. That's rather annoying, and Ozpin can't quite keep that 'annoyed' feeling from flickering through the murmur before he manages to wrangle it under control. ]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with 'Earth'. But we seem to be in a city called 'New York City', which appears to be in a region simply called 'New York'.

[ Which isn't too strange to him, at least. The City of Vale is in the Kingdom of Vale, after all. ]

[closetdweller]

[Brief and unbidden, an immediate thought of 'humans are so weird' slipped through before Urushihara could stop it-- but he pressed on quickly, hoping it would be ignored.]

Well that's convenient,

[He said, thoughtful. ]

Guess that means we're in a country called the United States. I think. Not that much of it seems to be working right now.

[clockgears]

[ Humans are so weird, huh? Ozpin will just file that away for later... ]

'Not working' may be a bit too generous.

[ The place is an absolute wreck. ]

I'm afraid I don't recognize any of the fauna, either. They somewhat resemble animals and creatures I'm familiar with, but they're clearly not the same.

[closetdweller]

Yeah, the cats and the birds look too...

Eh...

[There's a sense of reaching - as if for a word, a concept, to explain.]

Mushroomy?

Cats are supposed to be fluffy and cute. Four feet, sometimes too many toes, no extra limbs. No fungus.

[clockgears]

I'm afraid nearly everything in this place seems to have come down with a case of mushrooms.

[closetdweller]

We better not come down with it. That'll really ruin my day!

[The last thing he wanted to deal with was mushrooms growing in his hair and his feathers. Dampness was bad enough.]

... Isn't it too cold for mushrooms?

[He suddenly asked, with a shiver.]

I thought things needed to be warm and damp for them.