First Lecture -- Audio

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

This is Zelretch's fault, I'm certain of it.

My name is Lord El-Melloi II, and I would appreciate it if someone would inform me of where the hell I am right now.  And don't tell me 'in America', because I already gathered that.  I'm looking for information that's a little more specific.

[The voice that comes over the phone was calm and coolly confident; the voice of a man who has grown used to being listen to and obeyed, with undertones of 'it's been a very long day and it's only going to get longer' and 'this is shit only I would have to deal with'.  It is the tone of a patient man, but of one who it patient not because he has some kind of predisposition towards being long-suffering, but simply because it is the only manner of preserving his sanity.  It also doesn't sound like this is the first time he'd shown up in a strange new place before.]

[Shit always happens to him.  He has long since accepted this fact, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.]

I am a very busy man, and I can already tell that I'm going to be wasting more time that I can afford to getting back to where I need to be.  I swear to God, if my research gets set back because of this...

[Priorities, clearly he has them.]

Ein - Video

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[The feed opens to a slender, white haired man appearing in his early 30s sitting on a couch. He's clearly already taken up residence in one of the hotel rooms offered for the time, and was finishing taking a sip from a glass of water that he now sets down. He looking into the communicator, unbothered and confident, before speaking.]

In most cases, such a disruption as this would be a cause of great annoyance, but for the time I suppose such might be tolerated. Even if he is passionate about his work, a director must spend some time away from the stage. I am expecting, of course, that this vacation, as we might call it, should at least prove interesting.

To those of you who were also brought here, greetings. I am known as Wilhelm. I've been observing a few of the other communications made open over the device, and have the basic gist of where I am: a town named Prospero, located in the United States during the early part of the 21st century. I am, however, still curious as to why, or at least as to how much you all might know as to why we're here.

I have a feeling whoever our hosts are, they have not been altogether forthcoming with their reasons.