Waver Velvet | Post 001 - Video

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[There were the facts, as Waver Velvet knew them. First: he was not in the archive of Clock Tower. There were no books here, no tutting archivists as he handled vellum worn with age, nothing. This was also not his home in Godalming, England - he could not smell the scent of something cooking downstairs, and the colour of the walls were all wrong. Which brought him to point two: the clothes he had awoken to find himself in were also not his. Gone was his beloved grey suit, and more than that, his red coat and gold scarf were gone. Instead, he had found himself in mage robes that might have been acceptable in the thirteenth century - blue, almost clerical in appearance and dear god that was an irony - with a matching embroidered sash that had probably tried to be a scarf and failed. Third: the pink compact was not what it appeared to be. In fact, it appeared to be a tablet, and he had spent a good fifteen minutes fiddling with it to educate himself on where he was. He had also found something that might be a rip off of a certain video chat programme, which meant he could try and see if there were other people around.

Which all rather brought him to now, his face scowling as he speaks into the compact, assuming the mirror is also a camera lens.] In my assumption that this is broadcasting, and that someone has mind to respond, I have the following questions that I need answered. One: where am I? Two: why have my clothes been replaced with ceremonial robes? Three: is there anyone who can so much as confirm that I am not alone in wherever I have been placed? Fourth and finally: what magic is at play here – specifically I would like to know in regards to the second and fifth, but any analysis would be welcome.

Answers to that information, or any relevant details, would be welcome.