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[The first sensation you feel is a headache. It's brief, slicing, sharp. It passes soon after you wake up, but it is there nevertheless, and the pain is not easily forgotten. Perhaps your eyes also blur as if roused from a deep sleep; perhaps your tongue also feels off, like you swallowed a bug. It's not pleasant.

More unpleasant, though, is the second sensation that dawns on you all-this is not your bed. This, in fact, is unrecognizable. It is not anywhere you recall coming to, willingly or otherwise. It's a room with a bunk, and there is a strange smell in the air that is hard to ignore.

No, you are no longer home. Any possessions you may have had on you are gone, save your clothing and a strange watch you can't get off, no matter how hard you try. And when you run into the hallway, well-you might find yourself running into others who might be just as confused and scared as you are as the area around you slowly sways, up and down, left and right.

What is this place? Why are you here? Who are all these other people?

What is going on?]

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[ There was a very distinct pause as he stared at the now unmoving screen and then down to the strange little remote in the older man's hand. Followed by an awed gasp and if he could physically sparkle here, he would be. ]

Absolutely splendid indeed!! If it were not for me witnessing it I would not have believed such a thing to be possible!

[ He turned back to the TV, moving to peek behind it briefly before moving to look back at his companion with the same energy as he had before. ]

Would you also be able to tell me what it is that powers this television?

Ah, that is both simple and complicated at the same time.

[He'll set the remote down, his voice taking on the tone of a teacher giving a lecture.]

This television is powered by electricity - most things in the world run on it, and the television itself uses a very complicated system of wires and circuitry to spread it to the correct areas. On top of that, this is a newer model - televisions used to be quite heavy, and it's screen would be made of glass, since what used to be used was an invention called the Cathode Ray Tube, or CRT. Nowadays, I believe color changing crystals in a thin paste - much easier to use and less heavy in the bargain - help to create the color and images.

[Then he shrugs.]

Then again, I'm hardly an expert on such matters! And I'm certain my explanation was sorely lacking, but that's about the gist of it as far as I currently know.

[ One is never too old to learn things, so he's definitely paying attention much like a student would when being taught something.

There's this unexplainable, awestruck look written on his face by the end of it all before shaking his head. He looks quite pleased after such an explanation, and just as full of energy as he had been previously. ]

Non, my dear sir. That was very much a satisfactory explanation, if I say so myself.

[ Considering Roland didn't know ANY of all that? It just sounded amazing, despite not knowing the terms or how it all really worked. Other than the proof was before them now and all. ]

Thank you VERY much for enlightening me on the matter! It must have been god's guiding light that allowed us to meet here, and your knowledge has helped me understand a lot more that I had not been aware of.

[Ah, that feels....Good. Like it's a part of him he's long been missing, seeing Roland acting all the world like a student.]

As long as you were able to understand, then I have no complaints!

[He gives a small hum to the god comment.]

I suppose so - though I am hopeful our situation can also be resolved so easily as that. Ah! But where are my manners?

[He gives a nod.]

I am Archer - a 50-ish gentleman who's found himself here with all of you! And....well, I don't really know anything about myself beyond that!

[ Roland easily nodded all the same, and it seemed they were relatively on the same page as far as certain matters were concerned. ]

I am quite hopeful for that outcome as well!

[ This was a chance opportunity and he got to meet new people so it'd overall put him in good enough of a mood to have pretty much forgotten his earlier headache. Granted he still had a lot of questions but they could be set aside in lieu of this matter of proper introductions and all. ]

It's quite wonderful to meet you, Archer! You certainly are a wise and very knowledgeable man and I'm glad you're here with us, though it is a little concerning you don't know much more than that.

[ A small shake of his head and he bounced back, holding a hand out to the older man confidently. ]

My name is Roland Fortis and I hope we can continue to get along this well going forwards as we have now.

I as well, Roland.

[Normally, he'd use Fortis - but Roland seemed to not mind the familiarity, so he'd continue as he is.]

Though I'd hardly call myself wise! Merely someone who has been around long enough to know a few things. I'm no great sage, after all!

[He laughs, though it's good naturedly.]

I am certain I'll come to remember who I am soon enough, however. Such things hardly stay gone forever! Though I hope it isn't a sign of old age come early - I'm only 50 something!

[ Indeed he didn't seem to mind the familiarity one bit, offering another cheerful, happy laugh and his smile as bright as ever. ]

Nonsense! If not for you then I never would have known anything about that Television, the invention of movies and what electricity is!

[ Roland nodded and reached out to confidently clap one hand against the older man's shoulder. ]

You're still young and I do completely believe your memories will come back to you, given some time.

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