{Entry One}

[meteorman]

[This is not the first time Ford has found himself a universe away from where he was just a day or so ago, and so all things considered he's taking it in stride. He was certainly smart enough to turn down any sort of employment from a woman calling herself 'Mistress' (I mean, really) and he's not too fazed by the little shack that's afforded him instead of nicer lodgings in the castle. A roof over his head is still a vast step up from most of the universes he's had to crash in. He's even been provided with a handy dandy new journal in which to compile notes on his new locale, and that's exactly what he's decided to do. It's one of his go-to solutions.

Up at the top of the page there is a date, which is crossed out after a few moments of consideration and replaced with words written in neat cursive script:]

Can't start using dates until I have some idea of the local calendar.

I have once again found myself in a world that is very markedly not my own. I wasn't intending to travel any further than the bounds of my own planet ever again but intent means very little in the long run. This would explain quite a lot about the Bermuda Triangle, in retrospect. I wonder why Stanley didn't come through with me?

In terms of similarity to Earth I would rate this new world fairly high. Its technology is clearly more primitive but this can perhaps be explained by the presence of magic, which often renders most 'modern' Earth technology (or equivalent alien technology) pointless.

[There is a very well-rendered sketch of the Mistress off to the left, looking unimpressed as usual.]

THE MISTRESS

The local ruler. She offered me employment and naturally I turned it down in favor of remaining a free agent for the duration of my time here. I would like to think at this point I can spot a raw deal with some degree of accuracy.

[He... he has no idea other people can see this. Either that note wasn't at the start of this book because he arrived long after their dispersal, or he just flat out didn't read it in his haste to start nerding out all over the place. Take your pick.]

Comments

[meteorman]

[Well. At least he didn't write down anything he wouldn't be comfortable with someone else reading. Small favors, huh?]

It was not, no. If you would be so kind as to give me an overview?

[dravanicide]

To wit, these journals serve as a means to communicate with all whom possess one. Thus, I am far from the only one who has played witness to your notes.

If I recall correctly, the Mistress herself is privy to the contents as well. You would do well to hide your inner thoughts about her, she is unkind to those who upset her.

[Advice sorely given considering Estinien is still suffering from upsetting her a while back. It's not cool slowly turning into the thing your nations been at war with for 2000 years, ok??]

[meteorman]

[Well. He isn't particularly scared of the Mistress but he can also understand the value of maybe not pissing off the local tyrant who also happens to have access to squadrons of armed guards and powerful magic. That's a solid plan.]

Duly noted. It is a magical communication system that allows for immediate real-time interaction even over great distances.

[If he were hip enough to know what a group text was he'd liken it to that but he isn't and he doesn't.]

I suppose a book makes as much sense as any form it could have taken. Mirrors or crystal balls are more traditional but I imagine the potential sound and picture distortion makes them unreliable.

[dravanicide]

I cannot say I am familiar with the usage of mirrors or crystal balls in such ways. Linkpearls, however, are another story.

[Which are... magical pearls you wear on your ear, allowing you to talk to people one on one or to a group. Which, it's never fully explained through canon how it works, or why it's pearls of all things, but whatever!]

[meteorman]

[Because Aesthetics, probably.]

I should have said they are traditional from an Earth perspective, because that is the perspective I am working from. Is this world your native reality or are you also someone who arrived here from somewhere else?

[Because he sure as Fucc ain't never heard of Linkpearls. It sounds like the brandname of the kind of high-end cellphone Mabel would pine for. If this man is a native, though, then this is a good opportunity to learn about some native culture.]

[dravanicide]

Nay, I hail from Eorzea. Mine would be a cursed existence were this where I originated. Like you, and many others, I appeared rather suddenly, scarcely given a reason as to how or why.

You are new, are you not?

[meteorman]

Exceedingly so. I've barely been here a full day.

[dravanicide]

I pray you have a strong will, and the resolve to deal with the perverse folly this world saturates itself in.

If you were an honest man before coming here, that will prove ephemeral.

[meteorman]

Honest may not be the word I would use, but I will keep that in mind.

I admit I had assumed the decor in the castle could be attributed to the Mistress specifically. Is that the wider standard here?

[He didn't stop in the village, at least not long enough to really realize exactly how many things were shaped like genitalia whether it was practical or not. He'd wanted to get his feet under him a little first and take stock of his new 'home' before starting in on making a thorough catalog of his surroundings. One has to have a procedure in times like these.]